#now I must sleep because I am v tired

[random-fandom-society]

I spent a solid week glued to my tablet for this, hope you like it. What if I started to sell these?👀

A special thank you to everyone who shared their ideas on my previous flower post, you're all so wonderful!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

mutuals my beloved,,,

[morwap]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

switch!eddie munson x switch!fem!reader | mini fic | NAV |

oral and fingering f!receiving, talk of p in v and not finishing, masturbating , bsf!eddie turning to bsf!fwb!eddie, public/in work space, hair pulling, m!jerking off,

walking in late to the music store you started working at not too long ago, a job you found magically when your mom said to get a job or get your ass to college, then taking the idea to work there to your best friend, eddie munson. mainly doing it because you didnt want to work there with no friends and who would be better than eddie to work at a music shop? no one absolutely no one.

seeing eddie at the register checking someone out and trying to sell them some pins for a discounted price. tiredly rubbing your eyes as you went behind the counter and put your bag in the spot you made for it under the counter.

eddie gave up on the pins and handed them their bag and waved them off, spinning around and leaning back against the counter.

“so what had you so late sunshine?” eddie asked, tilting his head a bit before he started tapping his fingers on the wood.

“slept through my alarm” you admitted. it was true, you did over sleep but you wouldn’t have if the guy you had over to help “destress” you actually did the job and not waste your time.

furrowing his brows almost like he didn’t believe you but eventually he shrugged and let the conversation go. hearing a chime from the front of the store bringing yours and eddie’s attention to the few customers that walked in.

it was a busy day which didnt help you one bit, you were still tired and frustrated. you cursed yourself for being excited for your little “date” earlier that day, well you were mainly excited to get off since it had been a while and you both agreed it would be just sex so what else was there to be excited about.

even eddie asked why you were in a rush to get home after your shift and with eddie being your best friend, you told him about the guy that was coming over.

hours passed and customers came and went, luckily none of them were rude and they all just got what they wanted and left.

now it was getting late, yours and eddies shift almost over just 45 minutes left before you could go home and eat dinner, get off on your own, shower then straight to bed.

“didnt you have someone over last night?” eddie asked, you looked over at him as you were folding shirts and putting them in their designated little cubby. eddie was putting some new records the shop got just got last weekend in their designated places.

“yeah i did” you laughed dryly, sighing as you picked up another shirt and started folding it. you could feel eddies eyes on you.

“oh god, what happened?” he asked while not being able to hold in his laughter, knowing it must of been bad to get that reaction out of you.

putting the last shirt away, you walked over to behind the counter and pulled out patches and pins from underneath it. you shook your head and laughed before running your hands down your face.

eddie made his way to the counter, leaning on his elbows on it. “that bad? c’mon you gotta tell me now” eddie whined with a smile.

“it was awful— i mean first he came over like three hours late and it was already like two AM, then after a bit we were making out and then he put his hands in my pants and wasnt even rubbing my clit and i tried to move his hand there but he’d move it back—“ you rambled, leaning on the counter and resting your chin on your palm. “—then when we were actually doing it, he maybe thrusted like three times before he came and pulled out and asked if i came” you huffed.

eddie’s mouth was wide open and eyes big, “you’re kidding” he gasped, running a hand through his hair as he took in your awful night.

you shook your head, “i fucking wish, i just didn’t answer and told him he need to leave and took a shower and went to bed. it sucks because i was really looking forward to hooking up with him after being stressed out all week” you sighed, looking at eddie and seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes and smirk formed on his face.

“you didn’t even get yourself off? that why you’ve been so pent up today?” eddie asked, you nodded sheepishly.

eddie looked back at the door then to you, “what if i go down on you and fix your problem, you know best friends helping each other out” he suggests, moving his hands up with shrug and lifting a brow.

you couldn’t help but laugh, thinking he was joking and there was still a couple minutes till closing.

“im serious, i mean you could call up whatever his fucking name again but i highly doubt he’ll make you cum since he had so much trouble with it the first time” eddie teased and you tried to tell if he was fucking with you or not.

“right now and here?”

“yeah, right now, right here”

“alright, fuck it” you said, nodding a bit.

eddie smiled, turning and walking over to the door and flipping the sign to closed and locking the door before coming back and around the counter to where you were.

you were about to start undoing your jeans but eddie smacked your hands out the way, doing it himself before smashing his lips onto yours. his fingers sliding the zipper down quickly. moving his hand into your pants, over your panties just teasing you with his middle finger.

eddies other hand pushed you to lean back a bit against the counter, french kissing you like there was no tomorrow, like there wasn’t a camera pointed at the two of you. eddie’s jeans growing tighter by the second.

you moaned into his mouth as his fingers put more pressure and moved back and forth a bit on your slit.

soon eddie let you go, taking his hand from your pants and then using both to pull your pants down along with your panties. getting on his knees and looking up at you before moving his hand back to your cunt, swiping through your folds and spreading you wetness around then teasing your entrance and just slightly pushing his finger in.

“starting off my bucket list strong sunshine, been wanting to do this forever” eddie said with a laugh.

“going down your best friend or going down on someone in pubic?” you asked teasingly, your fingers gripping at the edge of the counter.

“both”

his mouth soon went to your cunt, using his tongue to stimulate your clit as his fingers were slowing making their way inside you. moaning when his tongue first made contact, making eddies eyes close as he listened to you.

you tried to be quiet-ish knowing that the back connected to the store next door and the wall weren’t very thick or sound proof.

eddie’s middle finger was moving in and out of you now, he was about to try two fingers as his tongue swirled over your clit which earned a hand full of gasps and swears from you and eddie was fully aware of his aching cock fighting against the tight material of his jeans.

your hand went into eddies hair, pulling out of his face and your fingers laced through it and tugged a bit causing eddie to moan against your clit and try to get you to do it again.

eddies free hand moved down to his own zipper, moving it down and undoing the button. he squeezed his cock over his boxers before putting his hand into his boxers and touching himself.

slipping a second finger into you and sucking on your clit, you pushing his face closer to you. letting your head roll back as the angle made sparks start in your body, the feeling that you’ve been trying to achieve since the beginning of the week and now you were relishing in it. the feeling never fading or being lost then coming back it was staying and getting stronger and you knew part of why it felt so good was because it was eddie that was doing it.

this was like a dream come true since the beginning of your guys friendship you had a crush on him but pushed it down because you didn’t want to make things awkward but now eddie was going down on you, using his mouth and fingers to pleasure you. eddie fucking munson, your best friend.

you tugged on his hair a bit harder than the first time making him moan once again, his tongue moving faster on your and his two fingers were so deep, deeper than you would’ve gotten if he never purposed this idea.

eddie was in bliss, your moans, your taste and the way you pulled on his hair had him high. his hand went faster on his cock, adding more pressure when he got to his tip then going back down, using his own precum to lube up his hand.

you glanced down and noticed eddie was enjoying this just as much as you were, you watching his arm move from moving his hand on his cock. tugging hard on his hair once more and letting your eyes roll back and mouth falling open, knowing you were going to cum soon as they feeling started to build rapidly.

“oh fuck— eddie im cumming” you moaned out, hoping it didnt come out as just a random string of words as you were too focused on actually cumming. eddie’s fingers went faster and so did his tongue, drawing you to the edge and you let go.

a tear slipping from your eye as you came, hard. feeling eddie groan against you as he fucked into his hand faster.

eddies fingers moved out of you and gripped onto your thigh harshly as he moved his cock out of his boxers and came all over the floor. his tongue still moving on your clit and his eyes squeezed shut even harder as he grunted and still tried to lap at you.

his death grip only getting harder as he came, the last of his cum dripping from his slit onto the puddle onto the ground.

his tongue was getting too overstimulating, pulling him off your sensitive clit and his eyes opened, not even realizing he was still going as he was coming down from his high. moving back from your cunt as a string of spit still connected you two.

moving your hand from his hair to his mouth and swiping your thumb over his bottom lip, breaking the string. both of you panting, gazing at each other.

“thank you” you panted, watching eddie’s blush grow a bit darker.

“anytime” he said before putting himself back into his boxers and fixing up his pants.

pulling your underwear up and cringing at the feeling, your house wasn’t far from here at all so you’d survive, then came your jeans and now you wished you wore anything other than jeans.

you crouched down and grabbed napkins and cleaner, wiping up his mess, as he watched you with a smirk.

“i meant it you know, anytime” eddie said with a little nod, his hand coming to rub your arm. you smiled and threw a wadded up clean napkin at him.

“i know you meant it”

[allisonaceriley]

Nidaime-sama (Tobirama Senju x Fem! Anbu Reader)

Chapter V: Strict

Your shift ended just now, but he sees you still working.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama?”

“Go home. We talked about this, you wont stay here more than necessary.”

“Ha… look who says. Sometimes you dont even go home!”

“I know you want to help, but you still need to get a proper rest.”

“Same for you.” You said while frowning, looking at him concernedly. “You are the Hokage, yes, but you’re still human. You are working hard for Konoha, i know you value your people. But it’s enough, i am tired of begging you to rest!”

“I have a stamina way stronger than yours. You don’t need to worry too much. But you need to worry about yourself.” He stands up, walks toward you. “You lost weight.”

“What? No.”

“Yes, you did!!” He said angrily. “You have such a fragile body that you can get sick easily in harsh weathers, and you still don’t eat properly?!”

You really lost few weights, but you thought no one will notice because it wasn’t so obvious, indeed no one did until now. You started skipping your meals when your nightmares came back. It's like you relive that day over and over again every night. Besides not being able to sleep, it also affected your appetite. It's like you're back to the beginning, right after you lost them.

“But i eat when i am hungry… it’s not like i am starving myself. I still eat well.”

He gets closer, suddenly grabbing you from your waist and lifting you in the air. You shock.

“W-what are you d-“

“How much do you weigh now? If you lie, i will know.” He said sternly, referring to the fact that he is holding you in the air now so he can understand if you lie.

“Just put me down!”

“Tell me.”

“…” You stay quiet, he will drop you eventually anyway.

“If you think you can get rid of this, I can do this all day.”

You look away, it’s like he read your mind.

“42 kilos…” You said quietly, almost cannot be heard.

“You what?!”

“…”

“It’s enough… you are coming with me!”

“W-where?!”

“My home, so i can keep an eye on you!”

You frown. “No.”

“Oh, yes!” He teleported you both with hiraishin ninjutsu, you find yourself at his home now.

“Hokage-sama! It’s not necessary!”

“Yes it is. You need to gain weight and stay warm, i will make sure you do.”

“Will you please let me go if I promise you that I will eat properly?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Because i told you so. From now on, after your shift ends, i will send my clone with you to my house.”

“But-“

“No.”

“…”

“Just do as i say.”

“I-“ You sneeze. He looks at you. He seems mad now.

“You are sick already…” He sighs. “Follow me.”

“…” You follow him to his kitchen. You sit on a chair while he prepares some food.

~ “Hokage-sama, i am really full.”

“Eat.”

“…”

“Are you trying to make me angry? You didn’t even eat half of your plate.”

“Maybe it’s because the plate was too full at first?!”

“It doesn’t matter. Just finish it.”

“No.”

“Say it again?!”

“I said no!”

He grabs your upper arm tightly, leans closer and whispers. “Behave now…”

You look away, trying to ignore the pain on your arm. “You must know how i don’t like being disobeyed. Believe me… You don't want to see that side of me, girl.”

You knew he was an authoritarian, but you didn’t know he was that much. Your arm hurts so much that you want to scream, but you don’t. You just keep looking away with teary eyes. He lets your arm go, you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding back. You take the hashi back and start eating again.

“Good girl. Come upstairs after you finish your food.” He leaves you alone. As he left, you check your left hurt upper arm. He wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, you know he didn’t notice his power on his grip. You decide not to tell him about your injury because he will get mad when he finds out you didn’t tell him that it hurt when he was grabbing you.

After finishing the food, you felt so full but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. He was right, you needed to eat. You go upstairs, but you suddenly felt dizzy. Then you fell. Now it’s all dark.

~

You opened your eyes, found yourself laying on a futon. You sit, you are only wearing a kimono now. You can feel your underwears are still there but you have no bra underneath. The kimono is for men, probably it’s his. It reaches down to your thighs, your legs are exposed. Luckily the fabric is thick so you don’t need a bra. You feel wrapped bandage around your back and one breast too, and more bandages around your body. You got panic. What happened? Did he changed your clothes without permission?!

“You fell down from stairs…”

You look at him, sitting in front of the large window with a cigarette in his hand. There is no light except the moonlight in the room.

(Pic is not mine)

“…and don’t worry. I called for a female iryō-nin, she took care of you. You have a fever, so it’s better if you stay like this. It covers you enough anyway.” He said, referring to his kimono fits big on you that reaches your thighs. “I wouldn’t do something like that without your permission…”

“I-i know…”

“Do you feel any pain?”

“Not too bad…”

“Come here.” He pat his lap.

You hesitate, he notices and says again, more commanding:

“Come.”

You go there, nervous. As you sit on his legs, he pulls the kimono collar aside to expose your unbandaged upper arm besides your upper breast. Your arm has a bad bruise.

“She said she couldn’t use healing jutsu for here… because your bone is broken, it’s dangerous for taking any chakra. I sent her back to check myself… that if i really broke your arm. It seems i did…” He said with a gentle tone of him you’ve never heard. He put ointment on your arm and wrapped a bandage around it gently. The ointment is strong, even if your arm isn't in a cast, it will be fine as long as you don’t move it. He leans closer, resting his face on your exposed upper chest. “I’m sorry… i was too harsh.”

“It’s okay…” You said softly with your teary eyes. You didn’t get mad at him because it was an accident.

“No, it’s not okay. I broke your arm and I didn’t even notice. You shouldn’t forgive me so easily.”

“But i do.. I forgive you. I know it was an accident.”

“Y/n… dont do this to yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know your feelings… i always knew.”

“H-huh?” You shocked.

“I dont deserve you. But at the same time, i want you for mine… but I have no right to be greedy. I swore to myself that I would protect you from everything, but I couldn't protect you from myself.“

“H-hokage-sama…”

“I love you.”

Tears start flowing down from your eyes. You look at him as he raised his head from your chest.

“I-i love you too…”

He caresses your hair. “Do you want to be mine, although who i am?”

You stay quiet for some seconds. “Y-yes…”

“What if i hurt you?”

“I know you wont.” You put his hand on your cheek and look into his eyes.

“Then… will you marry me?”

“Yes…”

He leans closer and kisses you from the lips. After minutes kissing each other, he breaks the kiss and gives a kiss on your teary eye. “Dont cry anymore…” He holds you tight. Being careful to not touch your hurt arm.

…

A/n: The art:

[timaeusterrored]

(I’m tired)

((Brought to you by, Andrew is tired and needs comfort))

V thought he’d be alone tonight, which was probably a good thing. He was exhausted, and he was tired of people for the night and didn’t want to accidentally snap at Kerry. God he’d never forgive himself.

He sat out by the pool, staring at the calm water as he smoked. It had been an emotional day of nearly losing three mercs, Venus being one, most of his clients angry about something, getting harassed on the streets by paparazzi trying to get a shot of his face, and just over all waking up on the wrong side of the bed. He wanted sleep. And yet when he had attempted to lay down, he realized his body refused to sleep without Kerry.

“You must be really out of it tonight, babe.” Vax damn near fell out the chair, not realizing Kerry was standing over him- literally when he looked up, Kerry was just staring down at him.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to know you had a fuckin day.”

Kerry was correct, and also correct in Vax being out of it because he got from the sliding door and down the stairs and Vax didn’t hear a damn thing. And he still had his boots on. Vax normally heard his husband walking around, but tonight he probably could have been robbed blind.

Kerry patted V’s legs to get him to move them, sitting on the pool chair. The Fixer hugged his legs to his chest like a toddler, Kerry taking the cigarette before the ash could fall and burn him. Kerry put it out in the ashtray on the ground and looked at V, a knowing look on his face that said Vax wouldn’t have to say much.

“Ven is with Dean and Blue tonight, said you were a ticking time bomb and figured you’d need space. J is with them as well, so don’t worry.” Kerry explained, talking low and soft, as if V was some wounded animal. But it was better than the amount of yelling he had dealt with today.

“Hope I didn’t scare them… I yelled pretty bad today.” Vax had accidentally yelled at Venus and Onyx and Mike, and snapped at Claire and some clients. He felt awful of course, and would apologize tomorrow. But goddamn he was fucking tired.

“You’re pretty scary when you yell, but they aren’t angry if that’s what you’re asking.” Kerry explained, which was valid. Vax tried to not yell often, but when he did, it was fucking scary. He had caused the Afterlife to go silent.

Vax rubbed his face, letting out a frustrated groan. He couldn’t do this, he was shitty fixed and a shitty husband. He should have died on that space station because if he couldn’t be a merc, then what could he be?

This was Jackie’s dream. The nice house, the cars, the fame, this was all for Jackie. And now, Vax wasn’t sure. He didn’t exactly mind being Jackie’s shadow, it was what he was good at. Going in for the silent kill and disappearing… now he was the most sought after face in the world, everyone knew the legend of V, and everyone knew V Eurodyne. And god it made his chest tight.

“Hey… do you need a minute? I can go shower and get ready for bed if you need it.” Kerry hadn’t touched him besides patting his leg, and had maintained a level voice and respectful distance.

“…Think I’m gonna make me some tea from Misty… and see how I feel after.” Vax and Kerry were still working on the whole communication and feelings thing, it was rough because both were so used to just hiding it or hiding away.

“Sounds good, where am I gonna meet you after?” The fact that Kerry still wanted to be around him after the day he had meant the world to Vax. The fact that Kerry hadn’t gotten upset to not have kisses or any thing like that… he was letting Vax go at his own paceS

“If I’m not in bed, probably the couch.” Kerry nodded, standing up and stretching. “A bowl sounds really nice too…”

“Fuuuuck yes it does, you are speaking my language, doll.” The rocker leaned down, but stopped just before he kissed Vax, silently asking permission. Vax gave him a peck on the lips and Kerry took it with a smile before heading inside.

The couch ended up winning, Vax had changed out that godawful leather nightmare for a comfy couch that still somewhat matched the aesthetic of their penthouse. But if he was gonna have a couch, he should be able to take comfortable naps on it.

This time, he heard Kerry coming. His bare feet padding against the floor and a lighter appearing in front of his face. He always knew what Vax needed.

The two smoked and Vax drank his tea, trying to calm the fixer without overwhelming him more. Sometimes, he just needed Kerry there, just in his eyesight. He hated that Johnny went and stayed with Venus but was also glad they were getting along… but damn he needed Kerry and Johnny tonight…

Kerry took the final hit, Vax watching him blow the smoke out and went a little gayer if possible. Damn he loved this man… that was his man at the end of the couch.

“Bed? Or stay down here longer?” Kerry asked, cleaning up so Vax didn’t have too. He knew that Kerry knew Vax could very well wake up and be stress cleaning so Kerry would rather just clean now and try to help his husband rest for as long as possible.

“Bed… ‘M fuckin’ tired.” Vax mumbled finally, feeling Kerry help him stand up and help him up to bed.

[ficklecat]

o no I must make a Decision™️

it’s nearing midnight, I’m not tired (and I’m very hungry???) and I kind of want to write, BUT

Sleep

I need sleep

(and maybe tacos?)

Do I eat, write, then sleep? Do I write without eating? Do I eat without writing? Do I go to sleep because am baby and will be v eepy if I stay up too late?

All I can think about right now is Kakashi and Gai being gay and tacos

[awellboiledicicle]

Hades brainrot reminded me of a Hypnos x mortal!oc thing I was plotting during peak playtime

Which was basically he falls in love with a mortal woman and meets with her in dreams disguised. They do the whole falling for one another thing while this is happening bUT. BUT. she thinks hes just a dream. So shes been doing her weaving and so on, preparing for the day she has to get married... but she loves this dream man and it's making her miserable. And she doesnt talk about it to him in these lucid dream dates bc YEAH. But like once shes done weaving and the date is set etc she finally breaks down and tells him what's up and Hypnos being a greek god is like "well this is not ideal, can I solve this with murder? Because I can do that." And shes Emotional bc she knows hes just a dream and she'll have to marry this random guy her family picked and aaaa

There was also a part where she begs him not to think less of her for loving him more than the husband she has to go to marry and Hypnos is just in panic mode bc he has ONE THING and it's her companionship at the moment. Then he sorta. Kinda. Maybe a little fucked off to try calling in a favor from Hera bc,,, obviously the correct course of action is having the goddess of lawful marriage... disrupt one. And convinced her through sheer "remember during that war where I made Zeus sleep really deep?" And the condition that he come clean and marry the mortal in honesty.

Mostly bc she was 10000% tired of gods shapeshifting to get into mortals pants and at least 45% because she wanted to see Hades squirm. Bc she got Nyx to agree to making the mortal... not anymore. For living in the house purposes. And Hades wont often fight Nyx on things.

But like so he goes once more to do the whole Reveal thing in the dream first because thats.. easier. Way easier than "surpriiise I'm a god" irl anyway. And before he can say anything shes on a tangent, heartbroken over a dream, and saying "How cruel must lord Hypnos be! How angered I must have made him! To send me you-- you, my beloved, who only live in his realm! How am I to he a faithful wife, a good mother, when my heart lays with sleep?"

And his response was basically dropping all disguise and going "I'm not mad at all, soooo". Her response was fear and also "dude wtf" but also stories of Zeus exist so it could be worse.

They basically snuck her into the house after Hera married the two and the Hades v Nyx argument was Intense. Zagreus liked her bc he was finally not the shortest in the house.

Basically my brain remembered the most Dramatic Emotional parts and now I'm crying over my unwritten story at 3am bc Soft

[booksanimeandtea]

It's 1 am here but after a day of watching closely and reading jkks' opinions, I came to the conclusion that you are in a strange sort of coping mechanism

Yes the past happened,it was real then,but now things have changed. It happens, it always happens. Why is it so hard to accept that maybe they are friends only now? Why do i have to be called a tkkr just for expressimg my opinion?

Do you really not see that this is like what the 4 time jk is hanging out with people he never hang out before??? Yes joon and yoongi were there but there is no video of them interacting with jk not before,not after...jk is seeing v and wooga squad a lot, he never did before...this adding the fact that he now vapes, and who else we know who used to vape (now smokes).

It's also funny when people start screaming that they should not be filmed in public places...one thing is stalking him to the gym, another is filming them all in places where they go together with bodyguards and managers like yesterday, where lots of idols were there, of course people filmed them. They did made few attempt at hiding, v was wearing a bright red jacket and wearing no mask...the others were all recognisable...

I laugh every time you use the fact that jimin is working, so is tired and can't go out...sure and these tickets were not bought weeks ago and so they all knew jimin would have just came back from usa, no it was a sudden decision..jimin had to sleep and instead of spending time listening to what he did,because jet lag is real you know and he also needs to eat, I go and have fun and jump around, such a nice relationship. And of course the bowling, the cinema, all the times tkk played, jimin was in a bunker working all the time...make sense yes...I wonder what will happen when jimin's ends his promo,what kind of excuses will you all use? That he's tired and so jk can't ruin his beauty sleep, so it's a must that he has to go out with bts, he has a life to live can't wait for jimin...what will happen when jm promo ends and jk keeps on hanging out with wooga?

Remind you that even if you saythat is dangerous for jkk to being seen together because of reasons,news outlets wants jk with a woman to create a scandal and lately they have been writimg articles on tk...they sell a lot, everyone knows they are shipped. Jm was not boycotted because of being with jk,but because they allknew about his power,they knew with you was beautiful and could top high. Jimin has no need for external boycott, armys are doing the job anyway...

At the end, it's ok for me to think of the past as a beautiful memory, but as of now I see nothing more than a friendship. And it's ok, even if I'm attacked, it's perhaps time for me to move on, to grow up,to live all this toxicity behind and start again.

I end this with stream SET ME FREE PT 2

[djavlaalskadeunge]

Letter 16

“Culver city

12/16/25

My little Mimosa.

Thank you for your letter it was welcome believe me. Remember that everyone must have their sorrows. You little Misse, It pains me because I understand you so well, how terrible and difficult it is. You know the stubborn wins - or so the saying goes.  

That day may not be so far away when you get paid for your hard work. Then Nisse becomes very well and you get married. Then he stays healthy from love alone. But it's sad that no one can be truly happy. If you knew how much I miss home. I'll probably fade away one fine day. I wrote that I was getting married. I still can't describe anything further in a letter. But I'll probably never get married. You have to believe that it spins around in my head sometimes just by accident. I don't want to see anyone. You will hear how I make my first film. Up clock. 6 and home at 6 or 7 in the evening again. Crashed in my bed and can't sleep sometimes. And alone, alone. God it's terrible. This ugly ugly America, all the machine it is, is soul-killing to the highest degree. I never go out at night, just go home to my boring little hotel. Never dress so people here think I live on starvation wages. I give up on everything soon. As long as I had a little money, I went home. But coming home without it - the old boring waltz begins. The only thing that makes me happy is when I can walk down to the bank and send something home to my people. I could go to Hollywood and Los Angeles, it's only an hour's drive there, but I don't want to meet all the movie people, drink alcohol and talk about things I don't want to talk about.

I also think that you become so ugly in this climate, by the way, everyone thinks so. So it's a bit dangerous. They are very curious about me here at the studio, it is said that they all look and ask just because I am new, you see. And I don't look at them because I'm so tired they think I'm a freak. Got a big and handsome role which is rare here, but I feel so boring so I guess I can't play that well, I'm curious and worried about it. You must think that all the gloss we surround the American film with at home is dim here. There isn't a trace of glamour or style here.  

Lasse H. and Karin are now installed here. Lasse will start against Lillie Gish for V. Sjöström. I have only met them a few times. Einar H. is here and has broken the contract with Metro. Goldwyn so I don't know what he's going to do. I'm not that taken with him Lars Saxon, you know will be here at the beginning of January I hope I have finished my film so I have time to see him sometime. Isn't that funny? We were quite a lot together in Stockh. He was very decent, I thought, so I'm glad he's visiting. Isn't it terrible Misse, but I never look at any men: but of course not at women either, I would never be interested in them. For me, there is only my old Moje, isn't that right? I'm going to be a little "widow lady" What do you say about the appropriate word? Can you make a trip here - it's a wonderful sea trip and the trains to Califor. Are also wonderful, you'll live with me. Then I would like to go out and look for pleasures. But the trip will be expensive and you probably don't have time. But it was a recreational trip for you. I don't know at all what you're doing right now. If we sat on N.K. or Strand by a cognac and pretend to talk. I feel locked out of paradise when I think about it. Thanks o fate, in any case we had small happy moments. Wait when I get home. Ohhh. I'm going crazy thinking about it---so I guess I'll have to stop thinking. Write again soon gossip about everything for me o soon. You are a little looming cloud for me that I hope to reach in time! Pretty? Greetings to Karlstadshemmet. ——————Gurra."

[tonyee]

yknow what fuck it i AM gonna post gameplay pics from my such colorful lives save (backstory under the cut cause whew theres a lot)

*takes deep breath* this is my matriarch Sienne Rambeau (ill make a proper post about her later) she's a high maintenance sim so yoga and facial masks are a must. she's almost at the top of the art critic career much to the dismay of the coworkers who absolutely despise her BUT she makes them BANK so they tolerate her.

she's a bitch but she's my bitch and i will fight anyone for her!!

as for her love life, she date Akira for a bit but they barely had chemistry so she dumped him lol bye. She's always kinda had this thing for her neighbor/friend which brings me to our next mc..

Salim Benali!! he's starting his dream career as a writer and just finished his first book (thanks to a lot of pushing from Sienne) He always thought Sienne was v cute even when she implied his mother was a llama. They have a lil bit of a friends with benefits thingy going on, though he'd be very happy to become more than that when Sienne is ready. A few months ago he adopted his adorable niece:

Janessa Benali! Honestly she's a bit of a gremlin like she definitely bites. Salim calls her tadpole cause she LOVES frogs like if it hops shes gonna cop like

ngl i love her so much like that's my baby my lil cinnamon apple anyways Sienne forced Salim to rent the apartment next door with her because she was tired of Janessa sleeping on a cot in the his living room... So for now they're just roommates guys don't get any ideas!! omg and how could i forget about the most needy cat ive had in the sims ever

this is Nougat after running away because Salim stopped petting him for 5 minutes. he's a very sweet boy but damn he's a whore for attention

anyways that's my current save i love them so much

[lyon-amore]

Time Trial Chapter 10 - A little progress

Chapter 9

     I did not expect Jeremy to make that confession to me. And I do not know what to say either.      I stare at him in the doorway, like I am waiting for him to actually say it is a joke, even if it is a tasteless one.

      I let Jeremy sit on the couch while I make him some tea to relax and warm up.      I see him shaking on the couch when I return, shaking his leg nervously. I leave the hot drink on the table and listen to him say a “thank you” in a low voice. He has not said another word after confessing that he had seen Bianca that night she disappeared.       “Why… Why have not you told it until now?” I asked confused, affected by his words.      Maybe if I had said it sooner, it would have been helpful to the police.     "No... I couldn't..." he answers and his voice continues to tremble "I was afraid that they would point me out as the culprit of her disappearance."    I frown quite angrily. The repercussion of that decision has been that Albert was singled out for being the last to see Bianca. Thanks to that decision, the one who is suffering from being accused is our best friend.     "Well, by telling it now you make me see you as a suspect." I reply, while crossing my arms.     “I know, but I have not hidden it so that the accusations fall on Albert, I swear!” He exclaims terrified.      I try to stay calm. I know Jeremy, but right now, I do not know whether to trust his words. If he does not explain it to me, then I am going to have to suspect him.     "Jeremy" I call harshly ", what happened when you saw her?"      I watch as he swallows hard, taking a sip to calm himself.     “I was waiting for them to arrive from their date...”    “That is pretty scary.”     "I know, I know it seems like a stalker" he slowly puts down the glass and rubs his hands on his pants “, but I was very worried that Bianca might hurt Albert.”     “Bianca?” I raise an eyebrow, quite curious “Why did you think Bianca would hurt him?”     “Because I had heard things about her and not very good ones... So I didn't want her to play with Albert.”     “Are you referring to her teenage days?”     “Yeah…”      I roll my eyes. At the moment, there is no evidence that she did the same as an adult. Because if we compare Bianca's background to Paul's, clearly she was the one who decided to change. He is still a dick.    “And good? What did you see?” I ask impatiently.     "Nothing, I just talked to her" he replies, shrugging his shoulders “. I just told her to leave Albert, not to play with him and his feelings.”     “And what did she tell you?”      He looks away and I see that he is pouting.     “Nothing important, she just told me that she would do whatever she wanted, and... we argued a little, I even pushed her...”      I look at him scared and because of his reaction, he shakes his head quickly.     “B-but I didn't knock her unconscious or anything like that! I just pushed her and she did the same!” Should I believe him? I am not sure he could be telling me the truth. For a long time, Jeremy had been strange. now I know why “She started crying, telling me to leave... I think I offended her... after that, I listened and left.”    “If you treated her as someone capable of playing with a person's feelings, of course she was offended.”     "It wasn't for that" this time his expression is sad, and I can see that he seems distracted, remembering that night “. She said she was tired, but she didn't say it was tired of sleep, she seemed more…”     “Emotional?”    "Yes" he blinks in surprise “. She even seemed scared, she hugged herself.”      I nod and touch my cell phone that I had in my pants pocket. I wanted to tell this information to Sally, maybe she could know the meaning of her behavior. 

    Jeremy takes another sip of his drink and wipes away some tears that were beginning to well up from his eyes. Some of it must have been quite hard to keep in, but… 

   “I need to ask you a favor” his voice sounds broken, but he looks at me hopefully “. I want to tell Sally...” 

   “Remember what Alice said” I shake my head “, she feels better talking to me, If she sees that more people are trying to talk to her, she could get into trouble and you yourself were against it. Remember?”     “But I want to tell her... I just wanted to know your opinion...”      I try to see it from another perspective, if Sally talks to him, I may be able to get more information out of him than he tells me. But first I would have to talk to her about it, so she understands the situation.      “My opinion?”     “I know you take care of her as if she were your little sister, now I understand it well” he scratches the back of his neck nervously “and if I can help you, I think talking to her would be the right thing to do..”     Well, according to Sally, if it was just people who were involved in the case, that was fine with her. And the two of them already know each other from the forum, they may have more confidence.     “If you are going to tell her, just keep her from getting excited, she really wants to come and investigate and-“    “Yes, don't worry, I'll try to prevent her from coming if she says something.” 

     I nod somewhat fearfully. I will not let her go through this alone.     &lt;<I just go from one thought to another. All responsibility falls on me if something happens to her.>>      We heard footsteps outside the apartment and looked towards the door, waiting for Albert to enter. But pass by. He must still be with Alice.     “I better go” Jeremy gets up from the couch and I do the same, accompanying him to the door “Can you let me tell Al after I talk to Sally? It's... important for me to tell you.”     “Of course and that way you can talk about it calmly.”     "Thanks for listening to me, Jake" he says with a small smile “. See you tomorrow at the university.”    “Yes, see you tomorrow.”      He turns around opening the door and leaves the apartment. 

    As I go to my room, I take out my cell phone and start texting Sally. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth Sorry Sally, Jeremy was here to tell me something important. It is about Bianca. He also wants to talk to you about it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I wait for her to respond, but I realize that it is late and yet she is left the chat on. I hope no one else bothers her.      I turn off my cell phone and decide to sleep. I have classes early and I am not going to wait for Albert either. He is too old for me to worry if he comes or not. 

    I wake up early, with a slight headache. The first thing I do is turn on my cell phone. I get the notification that I have a message and I read that it is Albert.   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Albert I’ll see you tomorrow at university The situation dragged on for quite a while and I stayed at Alice’s house to sleep 😅 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

     I am surprised to read that he stayed the night at Alice's house. It seems that yesterday's situation has made them close.     “Well, one less worry.” I say out loud, getting up to get ready. 

    As soon as I get out of the car, I see Albert get out of Alice’s car, leaning against the window.     I approach them and wave to them, they both respond at the same time.     “Have you missed me at home?” Albert asks me with a mocking smile.     "The truth is that I was grateful, so no one steals my coffee." I reply while leaning on the car "Has he bothered you a lot?" I ask Alice and she lets out a laugh.     “He behaved perfectly, he slept like a dormouse.”     “Please stop, I'm having flash backs of when I returned from my recently divorced parents' house” from his tone, he does not seem upset or offended “. Thanks for everything again, Ali.”     "You're welcome Al" Alice tells him with the shortened name. I am surprised. It is another step towards acceptance. I see her look in the rearview mirror for a moment and blink quickly “. Well guys, I'm in a hurry and I have to go now.”     “Sure, goodbye Alice.” Albert moves his hand slowly and begins to walk.     "Have a good day, Alice." I do the same.     “Be good, kids.” She jokes as I walk away as well. 

    I approach Albert and adjust my backpack. Looking at him curious.     “Come on, say it.”     “Say what?” He asks me, arching an eyebrow.     “That you have sex.”     “I don't know whether to be offended because you have a bad image of me or that you trust that we really had sex.”     “And…?”      He laughs, shaking his head.     "No, nothing happened, we just talked and she left me the couch to sleep on." he shrugs, with a crooked smile.     I look at him strangely and he ruffles my hair, laughing.     “Come on Jake, you know me well.”    “Yes, but I have seen you two getting along too well.”    “What can I say? The fight in the bar brought us together.”       I shake my head, letting out a laugh as I comb my hair with my hand.      I look everywhere looking for Jeremy. He would always come closer to us, but today I do not see him. I guess last night's conversation affected him a little not to come. 

     We were each going to go to our class when Paul approached us with giant steps. Behind him was Christian, with a worried expression.     “Get ready.” Albert whispers, a little tense.    “Just do not fight again.” I warn him.      Paul stands in front of us, with one hand in his pants pocket and raising his chin superiorly.     “I've been told that you like to mess with my friends” listening to him talk is like listening to a small child “Do you think it's okay for you to behave like kids?”     “And you feel proud of having stalker friends?” Albert counterattacks with his words “Or do you train them?”     “I do not know what you’re talking about—“    “In the past you had problems with Bianca, didn't you?”       He looks at us both, surprised. Even though I haven't said anything, I think he can tell by looking at me that I know.      He ends up tensing nervously, pressing his lips tightly.     “You don't know the half between her and me.”     "We know that she gave you drugs when you were teenagers" I answer, trying to be calm “. I am sure it pissed you off when she could not give you more. Did Katherine know that?”     "What are they talking about, Paul?" Christian asks him curiously. A curiosity that I can see that could be useful for his work.      He looks at us, almost as if challenging.     "Nothing" he responds dryly ", at least I'm not a depraved person like your friend Jeremy." He passes by me, nudging me with his elbow.       Christian leaves as well, changing direction towards his class.      Albert asks me with his eyes what is going on.      “What did he mean?”     "I do not know, he has not even come." I reply worried, thinking it could be because of what he told me. 

    We just received a message from Jeremy.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jeremy Sorry, I'm not going to class today

Albert What happened to you? Paul has hinted that you have done something

Jeremy ?

Jake He called you depraved.

Jeremy What? Why’s that?

Jake We do not know.

Jeremy Hmm… I think I know why he said it… But don’t pay attention to him

Albert And where are you? Why do not you come?

Jeremy I have met someone for an important matter By the way Albert, I have to tell you something important. Shall we meet this afternoon?

Albert Of course Well then, we’ll see each other

Jeremy 🙂 Good bye guys

-----Jeremy has disconnected----- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I put my cell phone away and Albert says goodbye. I should already be in class. 

     When the first classes finished, I go with my friend, but unfortunately he told me that he wanted to advance a little in his classwork, so I have to go eat alone.      I could go eat off campus and stop Paul and his friends from picking a fight.      “Where could I go?” I look at the food restaurants closer “I could go to the Chinese restaurant, it is always a good option.”      I put my cell phone away and leave the university with my backpack.     I have not received any messages from Sally yet and knowing her, she would have already sent me something, even if it was a 'I haven't found anything'. Should I be worried? I just hope she does not interact with anyone dangerous. 

    I sit near the window while I eat, making sure no one is following me. If the Master is able to make me puncture the tires on my motorcycle, to send me emails that cannot be recorded and have a timer, perhaps they will be able to follow me.      The notification notification sound surprises me. Sally makes an appearance ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Hi 😊 Well, I'm just here to report a little of what I've discovered, since I don't have time.

Jareth Hello :) Do not worry I understand. What is it about?

Sally Bianca was quite popular on Twitter and Instagram On Instagram everything she has is about fashion and on Twitter she uses it to advertise BUT! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I wait for her to continue, but she remains silent.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth But?

Sally Hang on a minute

Jareth Alright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

While I wait, I eat a little. I will give her time so she can write again.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally  I'm here 😄 

Jareth  :) 

Sally  Okay, what I was going to say  Bianca apparently had a private account, in a tweet she apologized for what she put in a tweet that she deleted and people were curious about what she wrote 

Jareth  Did she say it herself? 

Sally  Rather it is a theory  Why apologize for a tweet you wrote?   Clearly you made the wrong count 

Jareth  Mm… Interesting discovery. 

Sally  Thank you 😊  The bad thing is that I don’t know how to access that account  Or how to find it  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I am trying to think of a way we can see that account. I could find a way to access that account, but I do not want Sally to know how.   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth Maybe I can ask someone who knows her. Can you give me her public account name?

Sally Of course Her name is Bianca_StArrr But you know that we need the private account, right?

Jareth Still, I would like to know. The more we both know, the better :) And… How do you access Twitter?

Sally What?! You don't have one?!

Jareth Why are you surprised?

Sally I'm surprised you're so normal 😊

Jareth And is that good or bad according to your point of view?

Sally Helps me know more about you 🙂 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I roll my eyes and finish eating, leaving the money on the table. 

    In one of the restaurants, I see Agent Connors at the window, typing on his cell phone. It does not look like your typical fast food type. I get a message from Sally and continue on my way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally I have to leave you, duty calls me

Jareth Of course, I have to go back to class too. I will help you find that private account.

Sally Thanks 😊 Good luck Jareth and goodbye

Jareth Goodbye Sally. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

     Well, when I am done with classes, I will get going on finding Bianca's account, but just to be safe, it is best to do it at my workplace, If someone found out that I logged into her account from my computer, they would suspect me. And work computers are special for investigating these kinds of things. 

    When I arrived at the offices, I went straight to my desk, ready to investigate the account.      I create an account with an email made at the time and look for Bianca. I look at her entire account, trying to figure out what her password might be based on everything I see. If I have access, maybe I can see her email and check which account is private.     "Let's try this..." I comment, seeing what her favorite fashion brand is.      From time to time I open a work window, so that they do not suspect what I'm doing. 

    I get Bianca's email from the settings and what I do after getting her email is try to search her email with keywords if there is any email talking about a private account.     “There is nothing... How do I get it?”     &lt;<Entering her computer.>>      I sigh, ruffling my hair. This is going to be more complicated. 

     Since I know where she lived, it is easy for me to locate it. Luckily they have not taken the computer yet.      With a program I access her computer, which I take a look at, but I cannot find anything special. They are all fashion photos.      Then I go to the Internet, noticing that Twitter is in 'my favorites'.      Upon entering, I see that there are two usernames: Bianca_StArrr and Tears_of_the_Night. A strange name for her. Surely she does not have two different passwords.      I write it and… 

    Bingo. I was right. 

     When I enter, I do not understand her posts. It is as if she speaks in cryptic, and the few people who follow her seem to understand her.      I think this is going to be work for Sally. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth Bianca's private account name is Tears_of_the_Night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I see that she connects quickly. She must be aware of my messages.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally Okay The problem is that I can’t see her account 😅 If she don’t accept me, then I can’t see anything…

Jareth Wait. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I leave the account public in settings and quickly send her a message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth  Quick, accept. 

Sally  ??  Did you do that? 

Jareth  Do not ask questions and accept. 

Sally  Okay, Okay  Done it  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I leave the account private again and close everything. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally Hmm… There is a lot to read… I’m going to take a little while to do it I hope you don’t mind waiting

Jareth Not at all. Better you than me. I have not understood her words.

Sally Then I’ll take care of it 😉 Wait until I read everything and I’ll send you a message again

Jareth Ok. Good luck Sally.

Sally Thanks Jareth 😊 Bye ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I turn off the computer and get up from the chair, grabbing my things.

    This time no one has punctured my car tires, luckily. 

     At a traffic light stop, a guy dressed as a clown with a happy theater mask puts on a show while we wait for it to turn green.      It has never happened before.

     When he comes for money, The car that comes closer is mine. He knocks on my window and I roll it down, I was going to be nice and give him a tip, but instead he throws me a paper inside and walks away clapping his hands.      I pick up the paper and I get scared when I read it.     “Be careful or they are next.” 

Chapter 11

[ghostzussy]

This might be weird because I found you through a post you tagged with Hashimotos. My sister has an inactive one and my cousin and grandma have active ones and I started wondering if I might have it too. Totally fine if you ignore this, also it’s a bit long.

I need 9 hours of sleep to function but my body wants 12+ when it can get it and I’m still tired all the time. I eat with the rest of my family, but I seem to be the only constipated one. I’m also the only one so… round, shall we say, though I think part of that is taking after my moms side of the family while they take after dads more. Last but not least I got an unrelated surgery on my leg recently and suddenly my leg is covered in hives. I’ve never had hives before and don’t have eczema.

Obviously you’re not a doctor and I am meeting one as soon as I can, but I was wondering if this sounded familiar to you or other people with hashimotos. Medical websites don’t really do it when trying to figure out what concerns to bring up to doctors, y know?

Thanks for putting up with the rambling!

Oh man! Just as a quick disclaimer, I do not have a diagnosis for hashimotos at this time. It's suspected I have it but my labs keep coming back weird. I've had a bunch of the symptoms for about 3 years or so, and excessively high microsomal and thyroglobulin antibodies. (Doctors have told me essentially my body is attacking my thyroid and impacting it's function, it just technically works well enough I can't be treated.) As of right now my only officially diagnosed issues are "idk, it's probably autoimmune" 😑

Symptoms

Some things to watch out for are definitely hives. Mine (but not everyone's) just pop up anywhere and everywhere. For example when I get them they appear on my back, legs, arms, hands and face all at once, or in a short period of time.

You also should watch out for chronic fatigue (which it sounds like you have. I'm so sorry), mood swings, depression (or it getting worse), weight gain/loss. You can also check to see if your thyroid is swollen, which is located on your throat just above the little "v" shape of your collarbone. Also if you are AFAB, your periods will make you so fucking sick, it sucks. :( You might be a lot more sensitive to cold than you used to be. Heat can trigger hives. Keep an eye out for arthritis; though mine only recently developed after about 2.5 years. You'll probably feel hormonal and irrational, and that's okay. Just, try not to let it run your life. <3

Getting a diagnosis

If you have family history, you MUST bring that up with your doctors. ESPECIALLY if you are young. (I'm 19, had this issue since I was 16.) They will not believe you. They're probably going to tell you you're dramatic. TAKE PICTURES OF YOUR HIVES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. That's what it took for my doctor to believe me. Otherwise she let me suffer for 6 months before ever running any kind of tests.

Your doctors will probably run blood tests. Mine ran for the antibodies mentioned above, as well as your T4 and Assay Stim hormones. The T4 and Assay stim hormones are your actual thyroid function. They'll determine if you can be treated or not. Your doctor may also test for lupus, because a bunch of the symptoms can overlap.

And DO NOT EVER underplay your symptoms. Tell your doctor like it is; they impact every day of your life. I downplayed mine, they never took me serious, now three years later I'm still suffering with no diagnosis and no treatment.

Your doctors are going to mention your weight. Doctors are fucking assholes. I'm 5'3 200 lbs and every goddamn time I've seen a doctor they tell me I just need to go on a diet. For my height, I'm a little chunky, but not unhealthy. They just... don't know, don't care, I guess.

My advice for symptom management

1. Hives

I take 10 mg of zyrtec twice a day as prescribed by my doctor. I've taken it for 3 years now and it's worked really well; however, your body can get addicted to it. This will make you break out in hives if you ever stop taking it. After taking it for a long period of time, you will need to wean yourself off of it. (I'm also currently in the process of switching medications right now.)

I also take benedryl as needed.

Cold also helps soothe hives. Heat will irritate them. Every time I take a hot shower I come out looking like I've been mauled by a bear LOL

Do NOT take hot showers if you're having a flare up. That's how I ended up in the urgent care getting a steroid shot in the ass after being covered in hives for days. :( (on the other hand, it was funny for the nurse to go "oh I don't think your hives are that bad" and then lift my shirt only to go "OH. ok." And run to go get the shot 🤣)

2. Chronic fatigue

This is the most fucking frustrating symptom I've had (personally.) You're probably going to go through periods where your symptoms get worse; the only thing to do is to take it easy. Rest, if you can. Don't plan too many things on one day if you can help it.

Caffeine helps a lot too, but it's not really recommended. Unfortunately this is one of those things you really can't help. :/

3. Joint issues/arthritis

I alternate between ibuprohen, aspercreme (a literal fucking godsend), pain patches, heating pads and ice packs. It depends on how bad the pain is, where, the weather, etc... you just have to play it by ear. :/

I've also heard a tenz unit works great. I'm going to buy one and use it next winter, hopefully.

4. Period issues

Birth control and midol is all I really have here. :(

I take vienva and it works amazingly for me. That might not be the case for everyone, but that's what I take atm. It's the second one I've tried, because the last one made me want to take a permanent dirt nap. If you ever take a medication that makes you feel this way, consult your doctor and get on a new one. But be careful how you tell them; some doctors are willing to send people on grippy sock vacations for any reason.

/ / /

I really hope this helps. This is just my experience, and just remember I'm not a doctor, nor do I have an accurate diagnosis at this time. This is just all the advice I can offer as someone who's dealt with these issues for 3 years.

I really hope you get better, and that things get easier for you. It's going to be okay. It's hard at first, but once you learn how to manage things better it'll get easier. ❤

And if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. 🤝

[kinetic-elaboration]

Chaos Friday

The absolute chaotic energy of this day.

I brought my painstakingly hand-baked banana bread to work for breakfast, which went awkwardly (not because of the bread) after the main law school doors stopped working and distracted one of the breakfast people, but which was otherwise all right. By the end of the day, most of the bread had been eaten, and no one appears to be sick or is otherwise expressing dissatisfaction. (One person complimented me on the bread, which was very nice!!)

Two coworkers very upset about the (imo actually reasonable request) of the Dean for print copies of newspapers for his office suite. I feel vindicated because I consistently tell people there is a need for and an audience for print materials and I’m always told ‘lol no there is not because the internet!!!’ and yet?? Sorry for being right as usual. In coworkers’ defense, they’re upset about the logistics of the newspapers. It’s very hard to work with newspaper vendors, and of course physical items must be physically brought to and taken back from their locations, and this is going to be a pain in the ass. One person’s reaction to this drama was to physically get on his hands and knees on the ground and have a slow motion tantrum like a child.

I didn’t know what to do with myself because all my tasks are too big to start on a Friday and all of my old tasks are nearly complete, so I just bounced around uselessly for the most part.

Visit from V and N, which hasn’t happened in a while and was very exciting!

J and I decided last minute to count old CLEs that technically should be bound and found 98, which is an extremely loooooooooooooool realization. Also had conversations about rubber bands that were HI-larious, if only you’d been there.

Been arguing about stuff in my head all day. I am very Correct about all of it but it’s also tiring for no reason. Like, why am I wasting energy on this?

Was extremely excited to have my Friday afternoon coffee + writing time after a long heat-and-sometimes-rain-related hiatus and then it rained AGAIN. This rain is the worst. It is not making it cooler in any real perceptible way--only more humid--and it always comes for a few hours in the afternoon/evening roughly coinciding with when I have to (or in this case want to) be outside. So I was in a thunderstorm for a little bit on my way home. No coffee. No writing. Very sad.

I should have taken a nap right when I got home but I fooled around on the internet first (also: snack) but then was too tired to go on. So I closed my eyes for about... 5 hours and now I’m up just to eat a little bit and then go back to sleep. I’m feeling discombobulated but also just.... depressed. Pessimistic. There’s so much I want/need to do this weekend and the pressure is really ON because next weekend I am traveling but it’s overwhelming to even think about. Laundry, the worst dishes backlog of my life (this was the one chore I’m historically good at....), other cleaning, desire to be outside because I didn’t get that today, desire to write so I have any chance of finishing this story before September, need to rest because I’ve obviously been gutted by this week.... And I am NOT off to a great start about it.

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part i

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing

4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol

ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. 

Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.

Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.

“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”

“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.

You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.

“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”

The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.

He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent. 

The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.

God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.

“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.

“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”

“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid. 

“I really appreciate that,” you said. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”

“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table. 

“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked. 

You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”

“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.

“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”

“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed. 

“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”

“The very one!” Osamu said.

“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.

“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”

“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.

Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match. 

“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”

“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”

“I’d like that,” you said, honestly. 

“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.

“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.

“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.

“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.

“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”

You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.

“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”

You giggled a few more times before quieting down.

“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”

“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”

“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.

“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”

Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”

You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”

“Deal,” Osamu said.

“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”

“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.

“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”

“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.

“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred. 

“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.

“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.

“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”

“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said. 

“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”

Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.

“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”

You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly. 

“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”

Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.

“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”

Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler. 

“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.

“Another Falcons score,” Osamu said. “My turn again.”

“Question away,” you said. 

“Can’t think of any,” Osamu said. He yawned.

“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”

“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”

“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”

“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room. 

You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”

You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow. 

“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”

“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”

“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.

“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.

“Number two in the nation,” you said.

“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.

“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”

“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”

“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”

“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said. 

“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”

“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”

“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”

“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.

“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair. 

“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.

“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.

“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said. 

Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.

“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said. 

“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.

“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.

You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.

“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.

“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”

“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”

“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”

“Noted,” you said, smiling.

“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.

“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”

“Smart,” Sakusa said.

“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.

You laughed. “With what time?”

“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”

“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”

“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.

You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”

“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.

“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”

“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.

You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”

“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.

“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”

“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.

“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.

“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.

“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.

“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.

“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.

You rolled your eyes, but stood up. 

“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”

“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.

Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.

“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.

“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”

“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”

“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly. 

“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”

“Got it,” you said.

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.

“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors. 

You followed him into his small office. 

“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him. 

You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.

“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.

“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.

You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”

“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.

“Oh?” Osamu questioned.

“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”

“Ask for a threesome,” he said.

You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”

“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope. 

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”

“Thanks, Samu,�� you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.

“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”

You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.

You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air. 

“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”

“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”

“I’ll have to get one,” you said.

“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”

You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.

“It’s like, way too big,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”

“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.

“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”

“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.

“Someone has a crush!” He sang.

“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.

“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.

“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”

“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”

“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.

“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”

Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.

“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”

You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.

“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.

“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.

“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips. 

“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.

“And if I am?” You asked.

“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”

“Punishment?” You asked.

“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.

Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.

You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.

“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours. 

“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.

“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear. 

“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.

“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.

“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”

“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”

“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”

“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder. 

“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”

“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”

You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.

You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.

“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”

“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”

You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.

“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”

You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.

“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”

He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”

He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back. 

“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”

You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.

“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”

You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad. 

“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.

“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.

You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.

“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted. 

“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.

“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.

“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.

“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”

You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.

“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”

“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.

“It was no problem,” Osamu said. 

“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.

“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.

As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”

“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

You blinked once, twice, before you were asleep.

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before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped 

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot 

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me 

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much 

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier 

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then” 

and you can’t simply ask 

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal 

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him? 

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD 

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it 

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 

thats it. 

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?” 

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?” 

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333

[venusiangguk]

gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 9.9k um?

>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists

>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !! 

>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.

Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”

When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.

“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”

Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”

Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”

“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”

“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.

Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.

A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.

His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”

“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.

Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”

“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”

Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”

Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.

“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants. 

Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.

“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

okie

wanna have sex instead of helping me study 

me:

yeah but im not gonna 

just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a 

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

🙄

When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.

“You think she’ll be down?”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”

Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.

“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”

Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.

“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”

Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.

“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”

As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”

Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?

“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.

~~~

Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.

“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.

His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.

“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.

He groans. “I-  am just thinking.”

“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.

The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing. 

He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about. 

Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”

You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”

Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.

You pout. “What?”

Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.

With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.

“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.

“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile. 

“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself. 

You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.

He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.

You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”

He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.

He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”

Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.

“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side. 

He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.

“When did you want to? Tonight?”

He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.

You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm. 

“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.

Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.” 

His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”

He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.

“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.

He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”

~~~

A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.

Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts. 

You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.

“Which one do you want?” You ask.

“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.

Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar. 

“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night. 

“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.

Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.

Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”

The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.

“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”

He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.

You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”

A side glance. “Not yet…”

You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.

“Uh, not that one.”

You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.

“No.”

You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.

“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.

He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”

He pauses.

“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?” 

Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.

You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”

He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”

“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”

You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.” 

“We need the harness now.”

You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found. 

“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.

“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists. 

“Let’s not.”

“Koo.” You say giving him a look.

He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.

He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.

The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.

You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”

Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”

He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”

You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.

“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.

Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”

Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going. 

With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.  

Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.

“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.

It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.

“He’s cute.”

You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”

Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”

You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”

He shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”

He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.

There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.

“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”

“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.

“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”

He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.

“Baby, we have lube at home.”

“But do we have enough?”

“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”

He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”

Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.

After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”

“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.

You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later. 

“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.

Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.

When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.

“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.

“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.

You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”

He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.

You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.

“I love you.” You smile.

He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.

It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer. 

You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.

“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.

You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”

He shakes his head. “Always about you too.” 

Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.

“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”

He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.

You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace. 

“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.

“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.

When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”

You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.

You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.

“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.

You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.

You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.

“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins. 

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”

“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…” 

He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.

He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”

“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad. 

Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”

He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.

You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.

“Want some?” 

He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!

He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?

“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.

You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all. 

“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”

You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.

“More,” He begs. 

You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.

When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.

“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.

You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.

“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”

With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls. 

You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”

Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”

Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over. 

Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.

“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.

Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene. 

“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand. 

He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.

When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.

It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.

You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.

While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.

Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.

“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”

You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.

You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.

“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.

You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?” 

He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”

Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.

You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.

“Cold.” He says.

“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.

“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.

“Tell me to stop if you need to.”

He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” You check in.

“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”

You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.

“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.

He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.

He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.

“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.

“You c-” 

“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.

When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.

“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.

He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.

“Well, your butthole is pretty.”

He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.” 

He sounds so wistful and just ready.

But you’re not.

You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.

“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.

He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.

“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”

You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.

Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd. 

He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it. 

“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.

He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.

He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.

He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.

You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.

You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.

Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.

Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.

You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether. 

You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.

“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.

“Yeah.” He says softly.

He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you. 

“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.

You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.

“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”

You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed. 

“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.

“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.

“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.

You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.

You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up. 

“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.

With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.

“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone. 

“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.

Point taken. 

Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.

A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.

You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.

“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.

He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.

“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.” 

He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.

You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair. 

He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.

You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock. 

He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.

You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”

He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”

The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.

He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.

He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.

“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.

He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.

“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.

Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.” 

He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room. 

The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.

“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”

You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”

He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum. 

It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.

He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.

“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.” 

He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.

You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”

Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.

“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow. 

“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”

He grunts in response.

Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.

When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly. 

“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.

Another grunt.

Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.

“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”

His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.

You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.

“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”

He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.

“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.

He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”

You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both. 

You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is.  But he still winces.

“How bad is it?” He mumbles.

You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.

He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”

You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.

“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.

You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.

“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.

“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.

You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.

“I’m so tired man.”

“I bet man.” You tease.

He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.

“Yeah roll over.”

It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.

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