#now this was a first Long session of nude drawing and it was harder than I expected! but very interesting

[sweetwritertanya]

Peaches

Summary: You and Jimin share an erotic session that involves blindfolds and handcuffs… on him.

Warnings: this is absolute SMUT from beginning to end! Beware of the filthy following: swearing, erotic body touching, sub! Jimin, dom! reader, orgasm denial (male), multiple orgasms (female), praising (male receiving), thigh riding, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, blindfolded sex, handcuffed sex, safe words, just a tiny hint of sadism/masochism.

Word Count: 2513

Your favorite song was playing. The smirk on your face could barely be concealed, not that it mattered when the only other person in the room was unable to see you.

The cutest stuttering moans harmoniously filled the otherwise silent bedroom, your precious Jimin fisting the silk sheets beneath his hands, baring the torturous pleasure of your wondering hands across his soft skin. The indescribable feeling was only enhanced by the fact that he was entirely blindfolded.

“What did I say about moaning too loud, Jimin?” Your authoritarian voice demanded to know as he lets out a louder groan when your fingernails scrapped down his exposed chest.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet” his high-pitched breathy tone promised. You weren’t sure if he would be able to keep his promise, since you were sure he would promise you just about anything right now. You didn’t really want him to, anyway; punishing him was way too much fun.

The top to bottom completely nude boy was currently laying on his back, on top of the queen-sized bed, the one he made himself with fresh new sheets. When you saw the beautiful bedding he chose, you knew he was hoping for something tonight. And you didn’t disappoint.

You were still mostly dressed, the only thing you had removed was your t-shirt, staying in your filled-out lace bra. With your bulky legs on either side of his lean hips, you were straddling him while your hands teased with butterfly touches across his muscles, curling the few pubic hairs in your fingers near his stiff shaft, sometimes leaning down and catching him completely by surprise when your tongue lapped at his skin.

“Y-Y/N!” He was barely able to vocalize as your mouth sucked on his pulse point at the side of his neck.

“Yeah? Do you want something?” His big gulp was enough answer. “What do you want? Maybe I’ll take pity on you and grant you a wish.”

“I… I want to touch your tits” he confessed in a low whine, his hands clutching the sheets harder, knuckles turning white.

Your smile grew.

“Is that so? Well, let’s do this” you decide as your digits draw random curves above his abdominal muscles, tensing hard under your touch. “I’ll let you touch them if you can guess my bra’s color.”

The blindfolded boy pouted as he released a childish whine, for he was not allowed to see your underwear before this whole endeavor started.

“You have three chances” you added.

He bites his lower plump lip in indecision and you can tell he is frowning under the large black blindfold. To hurry it up, you brush your fingers down his abs, just missing the erect member splattered on his lower belly by a hair, proud when it twitched in response.

“Black!” he finally guesses, suddenly.

“Nope. Two more chances.”

Jimin is definitely holding back his groan of disappointment. It doesn’t take him as long to voice his second choice in impatience, growing a bit desperate with the will to touch you, something you forbid him to do until you said otherwise. He was always pretty obedient in the beginning, but you also knew it wouldn’t take long for his restrain to crack and give in to his lustful needs.

“Beige!”

“You mean a nude color? Sorry, babe, but no.” He releases a breath of absolute frustration. “You only have one more guess.”

“Y/N, please” he all but begs and you see his hands slowly inching closer to your legs, struggling to keep from touching you.

“I’ll give you a hint” you declare, in compassion for his state. “It’s your favorite set on me.”

“Red!” he instantly shouts out, a bit too loud but you forgive him.

“Lucky boy” you compliment, and his juicy pink lips spread in a pleased smile.

Your hands go behind your back and quickly unclasp your bra, letting it fall on top of him just so he knows it was off, before shoving it away. His tongue darts out to moisture his lips and you take his hands to place them on top of your now nude chest. A gratified sigh leaves him as you let go and allow him to play as he wanted. The first pinch of his index finger and thumbs around your nipples make you arch your back towards his touch and you praise him as he goes.

“Good boy. That feels so good, keep going.”

He just shivers and whimpers at your approving words, and you gasp in surprise when he suddenly sits up and takes one puckered nipple into his mouth and laps on it while he keeps squeezing and kneading at your other one. Your right hands clasps at the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his soft hair, the other clawing at his bicep.  

You keep him there until you feel your nipples bruised and oversensitive, your core flooded with the need for him. When you had enough, you push him by the shoulders back to the bed with force, huffing with condemnation.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could use your mouth, babe” you say in a threatening voice. “That’s gonna cost you.”

“I- Y/N, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry” he starts, moving his hands blindly to reach your plush hips, but you grab his wrists and pin them down on the bed.

“You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you? You better stay right here until I come back, don’t move a muscle” you order, swinging your legs away from him and getting off the bed. He whines at the lost of your weight over his thighs, but stays silent for he knows you won’t like it if he complains too much.

You came back and a slight jingle echoes in the room. Jimin swallows heavily because he knows exactly what you’re holding in your hands.

No words are needed as you grasp his right wrist and cuff it in the black furry handcuffs to the bed’s headboard, following suit with the left hand too. Jimin’s hands are completely bounded, he could not move them more than a few inches in the small space the handcuffs permitted.

What takes him by surprise is not the use of the handcuffs, but rather the fact that when you climb back on top of his masculine thighs, you are completely naked. Jimin feels your slick warmth against his right leg and it drives him so crazy he hisses loudly and pulls at the handcuffs only to have his hands restricted of movement despite his will.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he gasps, arching his spine slightly.

“Only if you behave, babe” you declare, placing your palms on his torso, playing with his hard nipples too and grinding on his flexing thigh, giving yourself some much-needed relief. “You know you won’t get to fuck me if you don’t do exactly as I say, don’t you?”

“Whatever you say, I’ll do whatever you say!” he vowed through clenching teeth. Your essence was drenching his leg and the crown of his cock was beginning to leak from the overly red tip.

“Then keep the muscles of your thighs clenched until I’m done” you order.

Doing as you say, the muscle you were grinding on tenses up and it’s the perfect shape for you to rub yourself against it, opening your folds and instigating your throbbing clit against his skin. Your pussy was already so wet from teasing him so much and hearing his whiny breathy moans that his thigh clearly glistened under the low-lit table-lights because of your juices covering it.

When you pick up your pace, the tension in your core growing impossibly tighter and demanding for some sort of relief, Jimin’s whole body contracts and he can’t help the way his hips thrust slightly up, in a futile hope of getting some relief himself. The motion makes his leg press harder unexpectedly against your cluster of nerves and your moan silently as your move your hips quicker and soon your insides clench and waves of pleasure make your body spasm with every swell of absolute bless.

“Fuck, fuck! I wish I could see how pretty you look, Y/N!”

Jimin does his best to keep his thigh flexed as you haven’t told him to relax it yet. You give yourself a few moments to come down from your high before smiling as you look down at the blindfolded flushed boy beneath you. Leaning down, you press your breasts against his chest as you kiss his mouth, long and deep and just a bit sloppy both because of his overpowering hunger and your own impatience, wanting to hurry and get to the good part.

You whirl your tongue around his and suck as you lean back, enticing a guttural roar from the back of his throat. He struggles with the handcuffs when you move back to a sitting position, probably wanting to hold you still, pressed against him.

“Now, now! I said to stop doing that. You are leaving marks on our pretty headboard, Jimin!” you admonish, frowning and actually checking to see if the handcuffs had bitten the varnished wood.

“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself” he apologizes.

“Not good enough. Someone is going to suffer a little longer.”

The mixture of a whimper and a wail that escapes his lips almost makes it worth it if he does ruin the beautiful bed.

Pulling yourself slightly up a bit more, you focus your stare on his face as you slide your tender and hot slit against his hard as diamond cock. He almost chokes and you chuckle. Your fingers run around his chest as you continue stroking on him, rubbing your sensitive entrance back and forth on his throbbing length. Jimin is a stuttering mess, finally getting some relief for himself. His hips are moving in sync with yours and he hisses when he feels like he could cum just from this.

“Can’t cum until I tell you to” you remind him.

“Y-Y/N!” He can’t seem to verbalize anything else other than your name.

When you lift your hips and remove your touch from him, he almost cries with agony. But instead, your left hand reaches for the back of his head and pulls the blindfold out of his eyes.

“Look” you instruct.

Jimin’s small eyes are incredibly dark and hooded with unmeasurable desire, a bit confused by what you mean until you take his manhood in your hand and position him at your entrance.

Your eyes are locked on his while his wide ones stare at your bodies slowly joining together as your lower your hips down on him, taking him fully inside.

The moan that flees him as he throws his head back and his cuffed hands turn into fists is absolute filth for your ears. You can’t help the small noise of satisfaction that leaves you too at the feeling of him filling you up. Your inner walls clenched around him in a welcome, pleasure multiplying at having him finally in.

Something that barely sounds like your name leaves in a heavy exhale from Jimin’s open lips, when you lift your hips up only to go back down. For his merit, Jimin does his best to keep the rhythm as slow as you want, barely raising his pelvis when you slam down on him. But you were fed up with teasing and wanted to just catch your second climax too.

Your hands leave his skin to instead grab your own tits, twitching and pulling your own sensitive nipples, sending electric sparks to your core as you bounced up and down on him quicker and quicker. The sound of slapping skin, the bed rocking and heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

“F-Fuck! C-can’t- Y/N!”

“Don’t! Not yet, don’t come yet!” Your order sounds more like a suffocating plead since you were feeling your body sprung with renewed tension and getting closer and closer to the edge with every movement of your hips on him.

Throwing your head back, keeping your hands busy on your chest and going as fast as you can, Jimin is forced to keep his eyes closed to stop himself from cumming at the vision of your plentiful body rapidly jiggling on top of him. Instead, he prays for you to reach your orgasm quick so he can climax too. So, he begins moving his hips to meet yours in the same frantic rhythm you had set, making the tip of his cock kiss the deep spot at the end of your wet tunnel that has you screaming, each upward thrust slapping your protruding clit at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for your moan to get caught in your throat, lips open but no sound coming out as pure pleasure crashes down on you, every muscle on your body clenching heavily before electric sparks spread across your veins and reach your nerve-ends, turning your body to jelly. You are breathing heavily and still feeling your skin scorching from the inside when Jimin’s muffled whimpers catch your attention.

He was closing his eyes shut so tightly they almost disappeared behind his eyebrows, face so flushed red that it reminded you of the lingerie you were wearing earlier on, biting his lips so hard you wondered if blood was drawn. You realize he was trying very hard not to cum.

You grab the key on the bedside table and lean over him without letting him slip out to undo his handcuffs and freeing his hands. Keeping your chest pressed against him, you peck at his lips before speaking.

“You can cum now, babe” you allow.

He releases the breath he had been holding and grasps your hips with iron strength as he pistons himself into you only a handful of times, deep and quick, your oversensitive walls making you moan, finally getting to finish inside and flooding your chalice with his essence. He grunts deeply at the last thrust and his mouth makes a cute “o” shape before he breaths again and opens his eyes with a smile on his face.

“You were great, Jimin” you compliment, leaning down and catching his lips for a sweet kiss before sliding to his side.

Worry overtakes you as you pull his arms, analyzing closely his red wrists and pouting as you look up at him, eyebrows pulled together.

“It bruised. Why didn’t you say it was hurting, Jimin?”

He actually giggles, pulling you closer and enveloping you in a tight hug, hiding his face in your hair and responding in a whisper against your ear.

“I didn’t really realize it was hurting, baby. I was more so focused on the pleasure side of things.”

You hum with a smile in your lips and closing your eyes, leaning in to this hug.

“Good. But tell me if I ever hurt you when we do this next time, alright? Promise me” you demanded against his shoulder.

“No worries, baby. Peaches, remember?” he says, referring to the safe word you both had come up with previously.

“Peaches” you remember.

[yyparkq]

MASTERPIECE

character: park jinyoung x reader

word count:1.6k

summary: you coax park jinyoung into being your nude model for finals requirement

a/n: oh my god i feel so dirty while writing this. this is my first ever smut fanfic ever written and it took all the mental energy i have saved for this weekend to write this. i hope you guys like it.

warning: unprotected sex, please only do it with your trusted s/o!

part 2 of 2

The moment you saw Jinyoung enter the party place you are in, you swore he won’t be able to say no this time. Midterms have just started and it means you have to start working on your piece as soon as possible.

After drowning the remaining liquid in your glass, you grabbed another two on your way to Jinyoung’s direction. You smiled sweetly at him and handed him a drink. He’s looking so much hotter with his hair neatly brushed up and his dress shirt slightly folded up in sleeves. 

Jinyoung eyed you interestingly, a smirk briefly tugging at one corner of his lips before he took a sip from the glass “The answer is still no.” You have been really persistent and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy your constant bugging. 

You faked a hurt expression, your shoulders dramatically slumping and leaning against the bar to emphasize your disappointment. Lately, you’ve been considering a proposal to Jinyoung—which you were not completely sure you can do let alone speak to him with your own tongue. You wanted this, though. So you have to at least ask him. 

You swayed your hand holding the glass of liquor, circling the contents inside to hide your trembling. You looked over at Jinyoung who is now eyeing the dancefloor. His eyes gleam at every flicker of the party lights. You scooped closer to him and placed your lips near his ear. “How about we both go naked while I paint you?” you whispered to him using all of the remaining confidence that you have. You just wish you seemed as sultry as you hope you’d be when you did it. 

Jinyoung’s eyes widened in surprise but it was constantly replaced with a dark and hazy expression. He turned to you, slightly tilting his head to one side, and grabbed you by the waist. “Baby girl, you could have saved yourself all the troubles if you made that proposal from the very start,” he said as he moved his hand dangerously lower on your back. “When do you need to see me naked?” 

You’ve been so worried about merely telling him about your idea that you didn’t think he’d actually agree to it. You blushed and chewed on your lower lip to suppress a wide grin, you’re supposed to keep your seductive aura in front of him to not make him regret the position he’s gotten himself into. “Are you free tomorrow then?” you asked, feigning innocence as you traced a finger along his torso. He stared straight into your eyes for a moment and followed the patterns you draw against the material of his shirt. God, you’re liking the expression on his face. 

It was his time to whisper in your ear now, earning a hitch in your breath because of your closeness. “How about we start being naked tonight and you can paint me nude tomorrow?” 

“Well that’s the most sensible thing you ever said to me since we met.” you chuckled and grabbed his hand. “Let’s get out of here.” 

The drive to your apartment was swift. All the while, Jinyoung was keeping a hand on your thighs, caressing it. You can’t believe you finally coaxed Jinyoung into being your nude model. All those weeks of pestering him were worth it, and now you even get to be laid by the gorgeous man on the driver’s seat. Is this what they call hitting two birds with one stone? 

Jinyoung’s lips came crashing down yours as soon as you closed the door of your apartment behind you. He kissed you eagerly, one hand holding your cheek and the other hiking up the hem of your dress. He caressed the back of your thighs up and down repeatedly and he lingered a little too long at the place where your rear connected to your core. “Jinyoung~” you moaned against his mouth. You were reminded of the hot makeout session you both had in one of the college parties you attended. Why you hesitated to let this man take you before, you have no idea because right now all he makes you is wet and wanting for more.

You gasped for air when he momentarily left your mouth and shifted his attention to your neck, nipping and sucking as hard as he pleased. He pulled down the thin strap of your dress as soon as he reached your collarbone and you placed your arms around his neck as his hand continued to caress one of your thighs that is now leveraged around his waist. “Up,” he commanded and you let him scoop up your remaining leg that was still planted on the floor. You could feel his hardness poking at your core as you circle your legs around his waist being constrained in the material of his khakis. “Which door has the bed?” he asked as he pulled away from your skin.

You brushed your hair to one side of your shoulder as he walked across your place. “First door.” you murmured against his lips before unbuttoning his shirt and starting to kiss him again. You just can’t get enough of the taste of his luscious lips on yours, you can’t imagine how great it would feel if they are inside you. Just the thought of him in between your thighs sets your core ablaze. 

As soon as you entered the bedroom, Jinyoung reached to your side, unzipping your flimsy party dress. He briefly set you down, letting your dress pool around your feet on the floor. You had to hold him by the shoulder because his ministrations have been sucking all your strength. 

Jinyoung stared at your body, admiring how your breasts stood firm in front of him making his mouth water. “God, you’re beautiful, Y/N”. You flushed when you realized you were only wearing your panties while he’s still fully clothed in front of you. 

“But this is unfair,” you muttered as you reached out to him to remove his dress shirt and you fumbled as you reached his belt because of the attention he’s now giving your two peaks. He kneads one with his hand and he takes another in his gorgeous mouth, sucking and circling and occasionally grazing his tongue around your nipples. “Fuck, Jinyoung.” you helplessly moaned loudly. This seemed to please Jinyoung even more as he started sucking your breasts a little harder while removing the last piece of clothing that was left of your body. You couldn’t take it anymore, 

He set you on the bed and started giving sloppy kisses to your breasts as he fucks your core with his fingers. Looking down on him, you briefly realized that his previously neatly styled hair is now a mess because of all your pulling. Nonetheless, he looked nothing less than a sex god himself. 

He then pulled on both of your legs and positioned his face in front of your throbbing core. You were dripping juices and Jinyoung looked at your sex hungrily. He stared directly into your eyes as he slightly blew hot air to your core. The sensation sent you over the moon. Jinyoung didn’t waste any time devouring your pussy, he started licking your folds making you throw your head back and hard against the pillows. You cannot help but buck your hips up to bring your core closer to his face. His tongue did wonderful to your sex and he’s hitting all the right places with his fingers inside you with an additional tingling from the tip of his nose that pokes your clit every once and a while. 

Just when you’re about to get your release, he stops pumping his fingers into you, leaving you groaning in frustration. You didn’t realize when he got rid of his pants and undergarments until he grabbed a hold of his shaft and traced it between your folds, lubricating himself with your essence. You were a moaning mess, urging him to stop with the teasing and to take you already but he suddenly stopped moving. 

You opened your eyes and saw his face so close to yours, his eyes searching for something in yours. Approval? You uncurled your fists and reached for either side of his face, about to kiss him to erase his doubts. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks you, slight hesitation evident in his eyes. How could he be such a gentleman when he could just fuck you senselessly right there and then and you wouldn’t even beg for him to stop. 

“Yes. Take me, Jinyoung.” you breathed and he crashed his lips into yours. You smiled into his kiss, appreciating his gentleness until you feel him sheath himself inside of you. He let you adjust for him for a few seconds until you started to move your body, signaling him to join you in a rhythm only you could make out of your bodies. 

His gentle thrusts soon got deeper and harder. Your toes curl with the sensation Jinyoung is able to give you and you fist your hand in the sheets and on the hair on his nape alternately. You were a moaning mess under him. With every thrust, he groaned into your neck and chanted your name like a prayer. He continued to bury himself into you until you finally clenched around him. 

“Jinyoung, I- I’m c- close.” you stuttered. 

He grunted and thrust deeper. “Cum for me, Y/N.” 

You let go of your release and Jinyoung followed you shortly after. He continued moving inside you, both riding your highs. 

Jinyoung collapsed on top of you without withdrawing himself. You are both panting and in a daze of what just happened. You felt Jinyoung kiss your shoulder and his dick twitched inside of you causing a short squeal from your hypersensitiveness. 

“Oh my god, Park Jinyoung.” you stared at his face wide-eyed. You can’t believe he’s getting aroused again. 

He chuckled and massaged your butt with his hands. “I guess you’ll be starting your requirement later than planned.”

Part 1

[rockingbrooklyn]

Office Impatience- Taki Kozaki(SMUT) [KOP]

Having ______ as a personal secretary, albeit for a short period of time was a complete win-win situation for Taki. He could have her to himself at home as well as at work. Something about her in a tight fitting pencil skirt appealed to Taki; he found it hard to resist her when she donned that look, which was almost always. It was just so hot for someone as soft and simple as her and that made him lose his mind. The skirt highlighted the swell of her hips ever so subtly- those luscious hips that fit so well into his palms as he rammed and pounded into them. He bit his bottom lip, fighting the sudden downward flow of blood. He had a meeting in about 30 minutes and couldn't get himself worked up at this point. He had barely and rather begrudgingly brushed aside his lustful thoughts when he heard three sharp raps on the mahogany cabin door.

"Come in" he said in a practised manner, composing himself.

But all of his hard-earned composure went down the drain when he saw _____ come in with his files for the meeting. But it wasn't just the woman that caught his attention, it was what she was wearing. Gone were the fitted pencil skirt and the neatly tucked shirt from the past few days. Instead she stood in a formal yet a much more seductive outfit- trousers and a matching blazer. What caught his attention the most was the fact that she had ditched her shirt for a form fitting, sexy, lacy camisole that revealed a slight hint of her cleavage in the most alluring way possible. The trousers clung to her long legs, drawing Taki's attention to their length and downwards where he saw that she had ditched her regular black pumps for similar ones in beige. Her hair was down, lips light pink with gloss and nails freshly manicured, painted with a nude polish. Professional yet sexy, she looked like a powerful woman- exactly Taki's type, yet her smile held its usual innocence and compassion. He had landed this irresistible goddess of a woman, who, unaware of his inner musings, was going over his schedule for the day and the highlights for his upcoming meeting. She was bloody good at this job, she was a perfect housewife too- she was a total package and she was his. His gaze flitted towards the engagement ring on her left hand and he felt an absurd surge of masculine pride inside him. Hell, he was a sucker for her, everything about her- the way she looked, the way she walked, the way she talked and also the way she called out his name when they made love. "Taki, oh Taki!", he could hear her muffled screams clearly inside his head.

"Taki? Taki!", ______ said louder, snapping him out of his more than inappropriate thoughts. His eyes sweeped over her current form once again before his eyes met hers.

"Taki, I just reiterated your whole schedule and you did not say a word. What's wrong?", she asked, a look of concern marring her perfectly done face. Had he ever told her how much he loved her face? He stood up from his chair and walked two steps to join her side across the table.

"What is it?", ____ asked, slightly biting her lip in confusion and that drove him crazy. He bent forward and pressed his lips onto hers whilst gently taking the files from her hand and keeping them on the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the passionate embrace.

"Does that mean you like this Mr. Kozaki?" She pulled back and asked him.

"I love it. You look gorgeous baby girl", he whispered in her ear, making her bite her lip with a whimper. Taki groaned, discreetly locking the office door behind him and returned his attention back to her.

"When did you get this?", he asked, running his index finger alone the lace lining of the camisole and over her exposed collarbone.

"I used to wear this back when I used to work. I'm surprised it still fits me", she explained, eyes never leaving his face.

"You know what? You should wear this more. I love your legs", he said, running his hands up her thighs and over her ass, giving it a tight squeeze, making her gasp. "and your lovely ass too"

"What are your plans Taki?"

"How about I do you here, soon-to-be Mrs. Kozaki?" Taki answered, kissing her neck.

"No you wouldn't!", she whispered, shocked,"You have a meeting in 20 minutes!"

"That's just enough time. And besides, you need to get me off because you are the one who turned me on in the first place", he said with a broad boyish grin.

______ reasoned,"But I'm in the office the whole day. You can carry out all tasks on your schedule and then you can have me all you want"

"Oh I will. But I'm going to have you now too" His grin grew broader and she made no attempts to stop it, fueling it with one of her own. She smacked him lightly on the chest.

"You Mr. Kozaki, are incredibly impatient and unprofessional", she said with a giggle.

"To hell with all professionalism. I need my fiancé", Taki said, holding her chin and crashing his lips onto hers, in an urgent, teeth-clashing liplock. She pulled him closer by his tie and slid his blue suit jacket off his broad, manly shoulders. Taking off her blazer, he slid the straps of her camisole as well as her baby pink bra down her arms, and pulled down the rest, letting them rest on her waist. He nibbled on her ear and she quickly made work of his belt, trousers and boxers, earning a moan from him as her hands stroked him fervently. He unbuttoned her trousers and let them slide down her freshly shaven legs and traced the lining of her baby pink lace panties, smiling at the innocent colour hidden underneath the otherwise dominating look; but that only heightened his arousal for her. Pushing her panties aside, he slowly eased two fingers inside her, finding her wet and ready for him. He glanced at the clock on his desk, and figured out that they barely had 15 minutes to finish. His hands became increasingly urgent, hastily sliding down her panties. In a fluid motion, he bent her over his desk and eased himself into her moist entrance, earning a soft moan. His thrusts assumed a fast pace as soon as he entered her. Keeping one hand on her hips, he held her neck down on the desk with the other, creating an erotic view- her cheek pressed against the glass as he plemmeted his hips into hers.

"Sir harder, I need more", she whined and Taki groaned at the utterance of his favorite nickname. Slapping her ass cheek, he pulled her flush against himself, holding her neck from the front and applying a pressure enough to call a decent choking.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you? You like me doing filthy things to you. Say how much you like it"

"Yes Sir, I love your filthy cock between my wet pussy lips"

"That's like a good fucking girl" He slammed inside her, connecting them intimately. In a corner of his mind, he knew that he could get late and unruly for the meeting and that knowledge turned him on big time. He held her right leg up and across his desk and changed his angle so that he felt the far end of her tightening pussy.

"Oh yes Taki! I'm coming, holy fuck baby.....!"

"Yes baby that's it. Come for me. Make my cock feel good." With a final thrust deep into her and a harsh pinch to her nipples, she let out a loud breathy moan as her back arched to meet his chest. Taki groaned expletives into her ears as he reached rapture.

"Fuck baby! Oh fucking hell yes, ____!", he rasped loudly, emptying himself inside her still twitching walls. He tried hard not to lose footing and waited for their breathing to assume the normal pace before pulling out of her and sitting both of them in his chair. Still panting, he looked at the clock. They still had 5 minutes. That was super quick. He looked at _____, still breathing hard from their session and gave her a moment to calm down, gently rocking her and running his hand on her back.

"Baby, can you stand up?"

"Mmm...yes", she whimpered, holding the edge of the desk and standing up. She handed him his jacket and trousers. After he'd finished tucking himself in and was sure his face and hair looked presentable, he turned to look at ____ and needless to say, his mouth still ran dry. Dressed in nothing but her bra and camisole- both bunched near her waist, and her pumps, cum dripping down her thighs- she looked like a messy angel, holding his files dutifully. With a sly smile, she said,"Here, you need these for the meeting. I have made all the necessary notes."

"Fucking shit baby you look so naughty right now", he groaned, holding her waist and kissing her mouth.

"And I feel it too. Best of luck and here, these will help you." Saying that, she stuffed her panties into his suit jacket, adjusted his tie, running her fingers through his hair to smoothen it. He raised a brow.

"How are those supposed to help me?"

"Well I'm sure you'll nail this client. And afterwards, you have all the time you want with me. These will keep you company until then, and perhaps keep that horniness at bay. I shall be waiting Sir", she said with a subtle wink. Planting one last lingering kiss, he took a bite of her bottom lip.

"I'll be back baby. Please, please lock this door if you plan on welcoming me like this and don't let anyone in."

Saying this, he walked out the door and ____ locked it securely with a smirk that did not go unnoticed by her fiancé. Walking towards the Boardroom, Taki thought, "Let me nail this deal sweetheart, and then I'll nail you nice.", smirking and inwardly imagining the whole new meaning he'd give to 'nailing' her.

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BTS | Yoongi/Jungkook | College Swim AU | Mature

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Jungkook has looked up to Yoongi and Namjoon since his sophomore year in high school, when Yoongi and Namjoon were just entering their freshman year of college. So when Jungkook gets signed on to that same college in his senior year, he’s almost too nervous to swim properly. So Yoongi helps him out.

-

It's Yoongi that finds him in the blessed empty locker room (a rarity) after his disaster of a 100 IM.

He almost missed his event, and then had gained so much time that he had been last in his heat of 8. Everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong. He had dragged himself out of the water, breathing heavy. He had snatched his towel and sweatpants that he left on the staging chair and walked to the locker room, not meeting anyone's eyes . One of the other swimmers in his heat had bumped into him with his shoulder and had said, “This isn’t high school, kid.” With so much venom Jungkook stood still for a moment before running off. He'd almost tripped twice on his way to the locker room, ignoring Coach Jordan’s yell. He's annoyed and disappointed in himself. Even Jordan’s comforting confidence couldn’t help him now. He's frustrated himself almost to tears by the time Yoongi finds him, sitting on one of the benches.

Jungkook’s frustration only worsens when Yoongi shows him the finals' heat sheet. Thick eyebrows furrowed under blonde hair, fuming a little at Jungkook.

“Your time made the finals, but only by a hair; you’re number ten.” Fuck. Swim meets have Prelims and then, depending on the meet, finals either that evening or the next day. Only the top 10 in an event make it to the finals - although a swimmer can ‘scratch’ themselves out, so someone who was number 11 will become number 10 or even 9 because someone above them has scratched as well . That meant that Jungkook was safe as number 10. He might even move up to number 9. Yet, it meant that his swim in the finals would have to be a lot better than that abysmal time he went if he wants to place in top 5 .

“Hyung- I -” Jungkook, hyped up on adrenaline and nervousness, can’t string two words together. Instead, he frowns and looks down, frustrated with himself. He’s in college now, he shouldn’t have this problem anymore!

Yoongi studies him, tone softening, “What happened out there anyways? You looked, no offense, like a drowning cat.” He places a water-wrinkled hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook stares down at the damp sweatpants he had pulled on after his event before he had dried off, brain still not working right . He thumbs at the university logo stamped on his thigh. “I- I dunno. I dunno, hyung. I just got so, in my head? I guess?”

"Yeah, I could tell.” Yoongi scoffs. “You were shaking like a leaf when it was, like, event 2.” The men's 100 IM was event 10. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat with warmth at being so emotionallyunstable. He's a seasoned swimmer! He swam for 4 years in high school! Why is he acting like summer league kid at their first club meet? “I didn't want to say anything because you, uh, needed to go through that? I mean -” Yoongi looks like he's trying to backtrack. He sighs and pushes Jungkook further into the locker room by the chest, behind a divide to afford them some privacy . There's a mirror on their left that shows Jungkook’s swollen, red eyes when he glances into it.

Yoongi crowds him into the corner. “Jungkook-ah. We all went through this - I went through it when it was my first college meet, so did Namjoon. I clammed up before my first meet as well, I didn't say a word the whole way there. I even started shaking before the 200 Free. Namjoon was worse - he snapped all his caps before his race and then got disqualified on his turn." Yoongi laughs and places his hands on Jungkook's shoulders, looking him in the eye. "I have faith in you to turn this around Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook melts, he smiles helplessly at Yoongi. His shoulders slump and he lets Yoongi draw him in for a mind numbingly-good hug. He finally relaxes. Yoongi, his idol, someone he aspires to be like, has faith in him. He puts his arms around Yoongi and tugs him in closer, taking comfort in the warmth of his hyung.

He kills it in the 100 IM finals at that meet. He comes out first and jumps out of the pool, right into Yoongi's smiling, proud arms. He's absurdly happy. He even went a personal best. "Thanks, hyung," he whispers into Yoongi's shoulder.

~

Jungkook doesn't start to have problems again until it's January. State championships are coming up and he's terrified.

Not to mention the other big problem he's terrified about, the one that he started having around December, right before winter break . Right before Yoongi went back home for break. Right when Jungkook realized that he had a crush on Yoongi. Which was especially a problem because Jungkook spent two hours with him twice a day. And spend half an hour with him twice a day while they were both somewhat or fully naked in the locker room. And listen - Jungkook got used to locker room nudity quick, it's normal for swimmers and it's never been a problem before . But it's a little bit of a bigger problem when that nude person is your biggest crush since freshman year in high school .

Jungkook feels a little bit like a creep when he's talking with the other members in the locker room and he catches a glimpse of Yoongi changing, still covered with a towel . Even though Jackson is stark fucking naked next to him, chatting about his final in his psychology class . It's just... something swimmers get used to. Casual half-nudity, casual, accidental groping during practice.

But Jungkook cannot get used to seeing Yoongi pull himself out of the water after practice like a goddamn Greek god, slick with water, bangs in his eyes after he pulls off his cap .

His crush on Yoongi is terrifying. Yoongi is very close to JB, the senior captain who'll be graduating this year. And Yoongi is very, very close with Namjoon, who no one doubts will be captain next year. His crush on Yoongi could get him kicked off the team. With the stress of freshman year bearing down on him, swimming is his only comfort right now. And all that could change if someone found out about his crush on Yoongi. So he keeps quiet. Stops going to team outings when Yoongi is there. Avoids him during meets. Jungkook hopes that his crush will fade and he'll be able to be a normal friend to Yoongi.

Except that when they come back from winter break and Yoongi shows up at practice, Jungkook's crush comes back 10 times worse .

Fuck.

He can only hope that Yoongi hasn't noticed his weird behavior.

~

Yoongi has definitely Jungkook's weird behavior. He keeps trying to corner him after practice or when they see each other in the varsity room. Namjoon has even pulled Jungkook aside and asked him what is going on. Because his Crush on Yoongi is starting to affect swim and school and his social life. He'll drift off in practice and miss the set because Yoongi's laughing at something JB has said and he looks so good. He'll drift off in class because he's thinking of Yoongi. He's starting to become detached from the team because he's stopped hanging out with them. Because Yoongi is usually there.

Yoongi finally corners him in the varsity room. Everyone is trickling out to get an early night for their meet tomorrow morning. Jungkook, curled up on their soft couch in the corner, is tiredafter practice and a test and a long Overwatch session last night . He's running himself into the ground with swim and studying and gaming because any spare moment he has is spent thinking about Yoongi .

So, he's innocently curled up on the corner of the couch in a fetal position, legs curled to his chest when Yoongi approaches him .

Jungkook rises out of sleep when Yoongi sits next to his head and dips the couch towards him. "Gukkie - hey, wake up -" Yoongi shakes his shoulder, rubbing his back. Jungkook groans at the soothing stimulation. "Open your eyes, b- buddy." Jungkook snuffles and parts his eyes a little. "Come on, wake up." Yoongi hums and shakes his shoulder a little more, harder this time.

"Mmmm, yeah." Jungkook sighs, body responding tiredly . He rubs his eyes with his fists, yawning as he uncurls and sits up. Yoongi smiles sweetly at him as he lifts and, oh shit, he's so beautiful. Jungkook has to admit that in his sleepy haze, he hadn't realized that it had been Yoongi waking him up. And, as he's waking up, he realizes that there is no one else in the room. It's him and Yoongi. Alone. And Yoongi is giving him a look.

"Um... what's up, hyung?" Jungkook's voice is still slurred with sleep and his brain isn't working, but anyone could recognize that this is not going to be a normal conversation . It's also not going to be a conversation that Jungkook will enjoy. He can imagine how this will go, Yoongi's a nice guy so he'll be gentle but it's still going to break Jungkook's heart when he's rejected . Yoongi will say something about how Jungkook's a good guy and an okay swimmer, but it's too creepy to be on the same swim team with a gay guy that has a crush on him so if he could please get his stuff and get the fuck out, that'd be great, please never speak to him again .

"Jungkook-ah. Gukkie, are you listening to me?"

"Sorry, hyung, what was that?" Jungkook doesn't meet Yoongi's eyes.

"I said that I know you've been avoiding me. I - Well, I mean, you've been absent from the team hangouts and this is the first time I've seen you in the varsity room for weeks. I know that you were busy with school, maybe , but last semester you still made time for the team and, like, usually me 'n Namjoon would see you around separately from the team anyways but Namjoon tells me that he's been seeing you around, so I guess it's just me you've been avoiding . So, I'm sorry, if I did anything? Or if I make you uncomfortable -"

Jungkook stares at him in shock.

"What? Hyung, no - " But Yoongi keeps talking over him.

"I mean, I know that some people are uncomfortable with, like, gay people, and I guess us sharing a locker room probably doesn't help at all . I just mean, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable and I, uh, wanted to ask you not to tell coach or any of the other guys because they'd kick me off the team ." Yoongi pauses his word vomit to sniffle and Jungkook's gaze snaps up to see Yoongi's eyes are wet. "I get it if you don't want to hang out with me anymore, and I appreciate you, um, not telling anyone - "

"Hyung, shut the fuck up for a minute." Jungkook puts a hand on Yoongi's shoulder and pauses to parse the information Yoongi piled on him. "You're gay?"

Yoongi jerks back, "You didn't know? I thought you knew? I thought that was why you were avoiding me because you heard I broke up with Jinyoung, you and JB hang out so I figured he must have told you... JB was kinda pissed," he blurts out. After a pause his eyes widen, "Shit, fuck, sorry I dumped all that on you then, I - wait, then why were you avoiding me?"

Jungkook recognizes the deflection and tries to deflect back, "Uh, I've just been, um -" He should tell Yoongi. He shouldn't tell Yoongi. Should he tell him? Yes. No. Fuck.

Yoongi frowns at the silence that hangs between them and then sighs, "You don't have to tell me." He nods to himself, expression distant, "I'm sorry for waking you up." He brushes Jungkook's hands off of his shoulders.

Jungkook sees his chance slip away. "Wait! Hyung, I- I'm -" He chokes on his tongue, Yoongi glances back at him, eyes still a little bit red from earlier. Jungkook tries to take a deep breath and coughs, chest burning. Yoongi's blank expression fades away and he looks concerned. Well, that's good, at least Yoongi kind of cares about him. "I'm - I'm gay too, hyung. Well, more like, um, bisexual, but I guess I identify more with the gay community because it's larger and more recognized- " He rambles almost unintelligibly .

Yoongi's face breaks out into a smile and he laughs once. "God, you sound like Namjoon, Kook."

~

It's the last meet before state, but Jungkook isn't worried. He's made state times in almost all his races two times over, he only has to worry about the specific invitational and junior nationals cuts coming up .

So why is he so jittery? He’s gonna slip and crack his head on the tile at this rate. He’s talked to Coach Jordan twice over and more and has warmed up as much as he should - even a little more than he should. He’s pacing around behind his block, headphones blasting but mind distracted.

It’s event 2.

He’s event 26.

Is it because Yoongi gave him a smile and a pat on the back? Is it because Yoongi is swimming and he’s been working on his back and bicep muscles? His deltoids are delectable and all Jungkook wants to do is bite into them…

Yoongi finally gets done with his 100 Backstroke with a fantastic 52.5 only to find a jittery and frustrated Jungkook waiting for him . So he takes matters into his own hands.

By dragging Jungkook into the locker room and pulling him into the back, behind a wall or two of lockers and around the corner .

~

“Jungkook-ah - I’m, I wanna help you calm down, hm? Will you let hyung take care of you?” Yoongi presses him further into the tile wall and noses into the crook of Jungkook’s neck, taking a deep breath of chlorine .

Well, this is... unexpected, to say the least.

Jungkook moans, riled up with adrenaline still coursing through his body from his race . “Yes, hyungie, please - please.” His hands grip at Yoongi's shoulders, digging in. He's trying not to grip hard enough to leave a bruise, but it's so hard when Yoongi's so close and all Jungkook wants is him to be closer .

“Gukkie - baby, you’re gonna have to quiet down, hm? Can’t you be quiet for hyung? We don’t want anyone hearing us, do we?” Jungkook bites down on the whine that wants to escape as Yoongi slowly presses kisses into his collarbone and along his deltoid . Yoongi's hands slip on the water covering his body, reaching his hips and then his ass, groping him over his swimsuit .

God, Yoongi's making it hard to keep quiet, but he can hear the roar of the water as races take place outside the locker room, reminding him of the chance that anyone could walk in . Namjoon could walk in looking for them - fuck - swimmers from the other university could come in to change or shower. Yoongi smiles into his shoulder when Jungkook can't hold back a groan at the feeling on Yoongi's long, perfect fingers pressing along the line of his thighs .  "Come on, you can be a good boy for hyung. Don't you want to be a quiet little slut for me? hm?"

Jungkook can only dip his head to Yoongi's shoulder and nod frantically - "Wanna - ah - wanna be good for you hyung." Jungkook lets his hands fall to the small of Yoongi's back, trapping him against Jungkook's body . Yoongi bites Jungkook's shoulder at the feeling of their hips colliding. "Hyung, Yoongi-hyung, can't - don't leave any marks -"

Yoongi hums, biting him again on his chest, "I know, baby, but you're just so - so tasty ."

Jungkook giggles, "Yoongi-hyung, I - ha - I'm not tasty!"

Yoongi shakes his head, "You're a snack, baby." He blows a raspberry on his upper stomach. Making Jungkook giggle even more.

"Shut up, Hyung! I'm not a snack!"

“Mmm, but you are, sweetheart.” Oh, how Jungkook’s weak heart quivered at the pet name - “You’re so sweet, I could eat you up. And you’d let me, wouldn’t you, honey. Would you like that?” The mood has almost given Jungkook whiplash because of how fast it had changed.

Jungkook’s moan at this reverberated throughout the locker room. Yoongi frowns dramatically , “Aw, sweetheart, you’ve gotta quiet down or hyung won’t give you what you want.” He reached up to pet Jungkook on the head as if he were a dog - “Be a good little boy for me and I’ll touch you as much as you want.” Jungkook’s knees become numb, become jelly, become air.

He collapsed into his hyung's arms and nodded, moaning at some silly little words. Who knew words could reduce him to such a mess?

“That’s not being quiet, baby. Do you need hyung to shut you up before he takes care of you?” The condescending questions Yoongi asked him added to the fog in his brain and daze in his eyes. Jungkook nods, kind of unsure what Yoongi was going to do… but, in his heart Jungkook trusts him. Then Yoongi takes a sharp turn into unknown territory by stuffing his silicone cap into Jungkook’s mouth .

It takes Jungkook a moment to breathe through his nose, but by then Yoongi is on his knees and he finds that breathing isn’t so important anymore .

~

He wins the event. He went a 19.10 second 50 FR. He went a personal best. Fuck.

His teammates crowd around him when he steps out, ignoring the other racers getting ready for the 50 BR. Yoongi is right there, grinning, satisfied. “Glad I could help, kid.” He mumbles into Jungkook’s ear, pulling him into a tight hug. It’s then that Jungkook quickly realizes that he’s wet and almost overheating. He almost collapses into Yoongi’s arms. “Go on Guk, go sit down and dry off. Joonie and Jackson have been coming up with inspiring quotes to write on people.”

Jungkook just stares at Yoongi for a moment, starstruck. “Okay, hyung. Um- Than-”

Yoongi pushes him off with a shoulder pat, “We’ll talk later, rest for your 50 FL okay?” SuddenlyJungkook is glad he didn’t sign up for the 50 BR this week. He’s not sure he could recover from having Yoongi go down on him and then doing a 19.27 second 50 FR in time for the 50 BR.

Anyways.

~

Through some careful scheming, Jungkook and Yoongi end up on the bus together. By careful scheming, Jungkook means that Jungkook had forgotten his deck shoes and Yoongi had been chatting with a senior from the other team so they were the last ones on the bus . So by the time they had gotten on, everyone else had already settled down for the long trip home. Sitting side by side, silent, while the rest of their teammates sleep is a great feeling, Jungkook thinks . What do you say to the hyung who you had big gay feelings for and who sucked your soul out not more than four hours ago?

Nothing, is the answer to that.

~

It takes two hours for Yoongi to break and start talking.

“Guk? Gukkie, are you awake?” Jungkook grumbles, he had nearly been asleep, but not yet.

“Yea-” He yawns and stretches, almost hitting Yoongi in the face, who lets out a soft oof.“What’s up, hyung?” Jungkook asks, like he doesn’t know what Yoongi wants to talk about. He’s trying to stall and stay in his stable fantasy for as long as possible.

“You know. Listen, I-”

“Ha - Hyung, um, we can forget about it if you want? I’m sorry that I made you take care of me-” Jungkook stumbles, but it’s obvious that Yoongi is Not Impressed. Yoongi puts a hand over Jungkook’s mouth. Childishly , Jungkook considers licking it.

“Shut up for like five minutes, please. Can you do that for hyung, Gukkie?” Jungkook nods, face blank as he can make it. “ Firstly , you didn’t make me take care of you. I wanted to and you let me for some stupid reason. Secondly - Ah fuck-” Yoongi runs a hand over his face - “I don’t think we could forget about something like this anyways. Or at least… I can’t.”

Jungkook finally interrupts, terrified that this is finally it, Yoongi is gonna throw him away - “Hyung - um -” His throat clams up and his lip trembles .

Yoongi gives him a look, “It hasn’t even been two minutes Jungkook. If you want to leave after hearing what I have to say that’s fine but please hear me out. I - uh,” Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and wrings his hands in his lap. “I really , really like you Jungkook. In a gay way.”

Oh. Oh. What the fuckening?

“Hyung- a- are you joking with me? I- that’s not a nuh- nice thing to joke about, hyung -” Jungkook sniffles and rubs a hoodie sleeve over his eyes and nose. It only makes him feel worse.

Yoongi frowns, “No, of course, I’m not joking with you, Jungkook - I didn’t go through almost a semester of pining for this to be a joke . I like you Jungkook.” Yoongi slips under Jungkook’s oversized hood and looks him in the eyes. “ Seriously . No joke, baby.” Jungkook bursts into full-on tears and Yoongi startles, looking around to see if anyone has woken up . Thankfullynot.

Yoongi waits a minute for Jungkook to calm down before curiosity gets the best of him, from Jungkook’s reaction… Well, Yoongi can only hope . “Guk? Do - um - do you like me too?” It seems kind of self-centered to Yoongi’s brain, but he’s gotta know.

Jungkook sniffles and hits Yoongi’s shoulder - “Of course I do! Who couldn’t with your perfect smile and your beautiful hands and your amazing freestyle - ah!” He dissolves into sniffles again after being tugged into an embrace by Yoongi over the elbow rest between their seats .

“I’m glad, Gukkie, I’m glad.” God, Yoongi can feel himself getting emotional as well. Jungkook has made him soft. Oh well.

There’s a whooping call from the back of the bus and they both jump from shock, bumping their heads together before looking around to see - Namjoon and Jackson, grinning like buffoons and yelling . They’re only silenced when Jaebum, in the seat in front of them, slams a well-aimed hand back into Jackson’s face.

Jungkook laughs and leans into Yoongi, "I should return the favor sometime, huh?" Yoongi blushes and falls into tearful giggles against Jungkook. They stay like that for the rest of the ride home.

[dreadhaus-literature]

{January Collection} #1

This is apart of my January Headcanon Collection, and this is the first one! So welcome! There’s really no rules for this collection except I have to write at least one of these every single day, for all 31 days of the month.

I AM GOING TO DO THIS OR I WILL DESTROY THIS HAUS WITH MY ANGER...at myself.

😐

The first theme is, “The first traffic jam of the year.” 😙

No one likes being stuck in traffic, but it’s somehow even worse when it’s how the year begins

The highway is at a dead standstill for over a mile, and that means Jason Momoa and his girlfriend aren’t going anywhere anytime soon--

Only one of them actually seems bothered by that, and Jason is willing to bet it’s because Monica hasn’t realized this just means she gets him all to herself

Jason is also willing to bet it’s because she can’t handle the thought

“Sorry, babe. We’ll get the presents to the Haus soon, promise.”

It’s no secret it’s the Von Triplets’ birthday today and Monica had asked Jason to come along with her to pick up their gifts, as she was honestly too small to carry them--

Jason amended that she’s too smol to be doing anything alone anyway

“That’s why Daddy is here, angel. Let’s go.”

With the heavily tinted truck windows, Jason can enjoy the privacy of no one around them recognizing him, and that means letting his hair down

Literally. The hair tie is gone and with it also goes Monica’s concentration

Jason may or may not do that on purpose

He fucking does it on purpose

Shifting the truck to park and double-checking the doors are locked, Jason shifts his heavily muscled frame so he’s moreso facing His little girl, a twinkle in those brown eyes

Cue nervous fidgeting and Monica’s inner struggle of wanting to stare at Daddy and being unable to take His staring

“You wanna sit on Daddy’s lap while we’re stuck here, angel?”

“Wh...Wha...R-Really?”

More feminine, nervous fidgeting, which is countered by Jason’s masculine stillness, his large frame just awaiting what’s His

When Monica doesn’t move, Jason pats his thighs with an inviting smile

“Come here, baby.”

When Monica can’t move, Jason takes the liberty to reach across the center console and shift her onto his waiting lap--facing him, of course

Is there any other way to sit on someone’s lap? If there is, please teach this man because he only does it face to face

Not even pun intended, he fucks Monica missionary 90% of the time, just so he can fist a hand in her hair and make her meet his gaze while he pumps inside her slow and hard

With Monica now on his lap, Jason allows her to rest back against the steering wheel for a bit--but that’s just so he can appreciate her that much closer

Massive size difference

Seriously, Monica is the reason Jason has developed a nasty size kink

Jason, being built like a tank, all corded muscle and tanned, tatted skin; finds Monica is his perfect compliment, petite and perfect with feather-light bones and a body he can easily bend or even break

Their skin tones match in a way that makes white folks jealous

“Imagine the beautiful children they’ll have.”

Jason does, pretty much every fucking day

“Looking beautiful, baby. Have I told you that yet this hour?”

Jason’s a doting lover, an attentive boyfriend, and an all-giving Daddy, so it’s entirely possible he’s told her that within the last half hour, but it doesn’t matter

Jason constantly lavishes praise on His little girl

Part of Jason’s size kink does include hours of body worship

It’s honestly a wonder how Monica is still self-conscious of her body considering how many hours a day Jason spends laving it with his tongue, tracing it reverently with his hands, or leaving multiple comments on her social media accounts about how much he worships the ground she walks on

And when Monica’s brave enough to send him a nude?

Game. Fucking. Over.

Not only will she be bombarded with text after text of all the things Jason can’t wait to do to her when he gets home, she’s got to “suffer” through hours of messages and then face-to-face compliments and praise

That praising mouth has other uses, too

At the moment, it’s finding the space between their bodies a little difficult and Jason closes the distance between himself and Monica for a kiss

Despite the modified Family truck, Jason’s head is still near the ceiling and he’s still towering over Monica, nearly bending her backward against the steering wheel

She’d be terrified of sounding the horn if she wasn’t otherwise preoccupied

Preoccupied with Jason’s tongue sliding between her lips

Jason’s kisses are warm like honey and taste just as sweet, with just a hint of spice as exotic as the tint of hazel in his brown eyes. It’s incredibly easy to get lost to what that mouth can do and Monica’s small hands fly to his broad shoulders for an anchor

Jason kisses with his eyes open, so that he can watch Monica’s expression and drink it in just as he’s doing from her mouth

Jason loves her fangs

He teases her with a taste of his blood by running his tongue over her fangs, but not enough to break skin; she’ll whine and arch against him, the need to taste him paramount and pooling heat low but he won’t give in

He won’t give in until she asks like a good girl

One large hand is splayed against the small of Monica’s back to force her harder and higher into Jason’s body, as his tongue deepens the kiss and draws more of her into his mouth

Jason is a fucking good kisser

Heavy make-out sessions are nothing new for Monica, having been dating Jason for a long while now, but every time is like the first time because he treats her that way

He stares at her like it’s the first time he’s seeing her, falling in love at first sight just like the first time

Jason’s other hand slides down to cup her ass with a deep grunt of appreciation for that supple, spankable, biteable flesh

Hard, slow grinding down onto Daddy’s thick cock

Mild awareness that the side windows are tinted to the max, but the windshield isn’t for visibility reasons...so others can somewhat see what’s going on in the truck cabin

Jason does not give a fuck

It’s never easy to tell whether Jason actually means to fuck Monica here and now, or if he’s just teasing

Jason is just as adept at teasing as he is kissing

With the standstill around them, there might be time for a quickie

They’re no strangers to quickies; with Jason’s sometimes grueling work schedule they fit in time for each other whenever they can and Monica is never going to complain about getting her bottom knocked out by Daddy

“You taste so fucking good, angel.”

That deep voice purrs when he whispers to her, not bothering to separate their mouths because he’s just going to go back to kissing her

When he does release her mouth, it’s only to attack her throat

Jason’s picked up a nasty habit from other members of the Family...

Marking.

Jason may not have sharp teeth but he more than makes up for it by exchanging sharp bites for slow ones, with a combination of teeth and tongue and rough suckling that curls Monica’s toes in her high heels

Monica’s hands fly to Jason’s hair as if to hold him to her, but he wasn’t going anywhere

Daddy’s busy marking what’s His

Jason is fascinated by Monica’s still pulse, and he plays with the idea of where it might be strongest, leaving marks in his wake

His favorite spot to mark is right at the curve of her throat, so he can lave his tongue up the swell of her vulnerable throat before biting down so hard she cries out

“That’s a good girl. Whine for Daddy.”

Monica is nearly mewling, it feels so good

“Grind down harder, angel. Daddy’s cock needs to feel you.”

Anything, anything so he’ll keep doing what he’s doing

Knock, knock.

Jason pauses, head still buried against Monica’s throat, but she’s gone absolutely rigid, startled eyes on the window

It’s a panic that settles into her bones when Jason rolls the damn window down with her still in his lap, throat bruised to hell and back by that swollen mouth of his

“Is there a problem, Officer?”

“Yes, are you aware the traffic jam’s cleared and you’re in the center lane, not movi--Jason Momoa?!”

There’s a lot of perks to dating Jason Momoa, but today Monica was just going to count not having to call one of the Family lawyers to get them out of a traffic violation...for nearly fucking in the middle of the hallway

Welcome to your 2019, Monica. 💦

[luxintima-a-blog]

“Come here, I want you kneeling in front of me.”

BDSM Kink Sentence Starters |NSFW| - @ofshieldedflame​

He knew he was being punished, he’d teased Gladio earlier in the week and now that they were finally alone he’d managed to convince the other two that they could stay in the rooms for a few days. They had enough, and they could go and hunt a few things to make up for the dent it made in their funds. And they had agreed, not needing to be told that the shield fully intended on teaching their prince a lesson in teasing people to frustration and tension.

When he’d returned Noctis was in a bad way, laying on the floor and panting harshly. He wanted to say that Gladio’s ability to tie him into what had to be one of the most humiliating positions he’d ever been in. Hands were tied behind his back, and he’d managed to push himself against one of the beds in the hopes he could catch his binds on something and work them loose. Judging by his sound the other made, he was not impressed, rolling him away from the bed and sitting himself in one of the chairs in the room. For the longest time he said nothing, staring at Noctis as he writhed on the floor in an attempt to actually free himself before saying something. And when he did, it sent a jolt of adrenaline and lust through the prince that only his shield could manage to get from him.

He wanted him to kneel, and the prince took only a moment to think and comply. As quick as he could manage he rolled to his knees, walking his way across the carpeting like that. Gladio, for his part, gave a chuckle and made short work of his own pants, undoing the button and zipper that held them on muscled legs and pushing them down only so far to release his straining erection. Noctis needed no instruction, lapping at his shaft a moment before struggling to take it into his mouth without the use of his hands.

It would never be the taste he enjoyed, salty tang from sweat and just the texture of skin, he could get past, but the bitterness that came with the pre-come hitting his tongue would always have him gagging at first, before reflexes took over and his throat relaxed. That was what he’d waited for, feeling Noctis take just a bit more than he had been before his massive hand came to rest at the back of his head, curling into his hair and pushing him against the skin of his groin. At the very least he knew better than to move immediately after, holding his head flush and groaning at the feeling of the prince’s throat constricting around him.

Noctis’ reprieve didn’t last long, being dragged off him before he was pushed back down. It was an act he had to get back in the mindset of, relaxing so that he didn’t choke while he served his shield. All he needed to do was breath and stay still, and with any luck he’d be rewarded. He would get a treat later, but for now he was content to remain on his knees.

A groan from Gladio drew him back, pulled back down flush to him a moment before the massive man started bucking up, holding his head still as he fucked into his mouth with reckless abandon. Rapid fire thrusts and moans turned into sharp and bruising ones, before he was crushed against him and a hot load was released into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, tongue working at the underside of his cock and keeping as much of his seed as he could manage in his mouth. But for all his work, he couldn’t keep it all, and the moment he pulled out saliva and cum dripped down his chin and fell in heavy drops to the floor. Enough to keep his sir interested, as his hands were freed and he was allowed to stand long enough to strip him of his clothing.

The second he was free of everything, he was pushed to the chair that just a moment ago the other had been occupying, crouched on it with hands on the back of the seat in preparation for what was sure to be a bruising session of lust and lessons. It was worth it, and exactly what the prince had been aiming for when he’d given his shield half of a blowjob in the car one day that week as well as when he’d been sure to grid his ass against the other’s groin. 

Worth every second, especially as he heard the unmistakable sound of the lube’s cap opening. He wasn’t prepared for just how roughly Gladio shoved fingers into him, not starting with one but immediately jumping to two and drawing a wail out of the monarch. It’d hurt a little, not that he’d minded because he knew the other would never cause him actual harm, but for an unprepared body, the two digits had him moaning and pushing back against the hand.

Only for it to withdraw when he did.

When he stilled they would come back, and it only took a few more tries before he learned that he wasn’t to seek out his pleasure. Staying as still as he could manage, Noctis let Gladio prepare him, fingers roughly jammed right up to the knuckle and scissored apart, intentionally avoiding the spot that would have him crumpling. Two weren’t the end of it though, a pause to allow him to grow used to the feeling, before he added another. More than he’d tried before, and it his eyes watering, begging in no uncertain terms, “Please sir! Punish me please. I did wrong, please sir...”

He won out in the end, being divested of his fingers before he felt the familiar weight of Gladio behind him, pressing barely against his twitching entrance. He went no further though, leaning over his pet instead and pulling harshly on his hair. ‘What do you want me to do, prince? Tell me what you want.’

He tried to force his hand, thrusting backwards only to miss his mark and nearly slide knees off the chair. It earned him a rough tug on his hair, with a growl from the other. “F-fuck me sir... I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Make me yours, and fill me please.”

Not a moment passed before Gladio slammed into him, using the moment that his mouth opened to voice his pleasure to shove fingers in. The pace was brutal, each thrust pushing him forward until he was pushed all the way against the chair. He knew where to hit, how hard to thrust to catch the spot that would set off the prince and he was sure to hit it each time he pushed forward. Would that he be given the chance to come, but his other hand had snaked around his nude hips to grab painfully at the base of his cock, enough pressure to have him crying out at the unfairness of it all, while avoiding biting down on the hand that had wedged open his mouth.

It was what he wanted, feeling Gladio’s erratic drives into his warmth, stretching his insides around the shaft he could by no means get enough of. It felt so good, so much so that he was drooling despite himself and moaning like he was some common lay. Every noise he made had his lover ramming into him harder, drawing more shrieks and cries out of him. It was a drug for both of them, and one they couldn’t ignore.

Noctis knew that he was getting close by how uneven his rhythm was, sometimes fast and shallow and other times hard and punishingly slow. One such thrust was especially hard, hands moving to hold down on his hips while he pushed up into the crown prince like he could reach further if he only just tried, groaning as he came again and released his seed. Would that he had allowed his sub to join him, but they were not done for the evening yet, the shield taking just a moment to regain his breath, before he moved them.

Making sure that he did not slide free of Noctis, he moved them both to the bed and sat himself up against the headboard, spreading Noctis’ legs wide and giving a violent thrust, setting a slow pace. Every single one had the prince screaming his name, and had he not wrapped ankles around his own legs and held onto his arms, he likely would have squirmed until he’d been face down on the bed. But as it was he had no escape, impaled on his girth and wanting nothing more than to be allowed to find his release. He knew better, though there was no hand preventing it, he knew better than to come without permission.

All he could do was sit there, allow him to fuck into his hole until he was satisfied, which he seemed intent on dragging out as long as possible. He would stop, holding him close as Gladio came back down from his release before starting again, always sure to lay hands on Noctis’ own erection and stroke him to keep his toy excited until he started again. What couldn’t have been any more than a score of minutes felt like an eternity of torture to him, until lazy thrusts came accompanied with a whisper.

‘Come with me. I want to hear you scream my name so everyone in the motel knows who fucks you right.’

It was all he could do to nod, his name falling from untouched lips as he was again used as a sleeve for him, held down hard enough that there would be bruises on his hips come morning, but not caring in the slightest. All he cared for was the hot wash of Gladio’s release hitting him, his own white hot pleasure drawing his shield’s name in a scream from his lips as he twitched. White ropes of his own come hit his stomach, clenching down on Gladio as his lover, his shield waits for him to come down enough to move them.

While Noctis would have liked nothing more than to roll over and sleep as he was, his muscle bound guardian knew that cleaning now meant less issue later. Through his post sex haze Noctis only remembered part of it, though he didn’t need to know every step so much as knowing that the amount of care he was given showed just how much the other knew what it took out of him. He was cradled in strong arms and taken care of, small kisses pressed to his temple and hair.

The next he knew, he was laying under the covers of the other bed, Gladio putting distance between what they’d done on one side and what they would do on the other. Despite the ferocity with which Gladio had taken him, he knew that there had never been danger, the man was kind and gentle when they were done, aware of how easily he could have taken it too far. It was that thought that had him sitting up, wincing slightly as his strained muscles made themselves known.

Five second was all it took for him to find the other, stripping out of soiled clothing and pulling the smaller man into his arms. Another kiss, square on the lips that had Noctis melting against him, followed by more on his shoulders and neck. It was that, the actions of praise and affection that he was given that had him slipping into blissful sleep, clean and satisfied like he hadn’t been for some time.

What he would miss is all that was said after he slipped under, promises to keep him safe from harm and the roving eyes of any that thought they could enjoy his company. He was protective, and none would touch his prince. Even if they didn’t last long, no one would harm a single hair on his head.

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Session 2: The most important chapter

Beginnings are always the hardest.

Continuing from the last session, I am approaching the most important chapter in the book. Of course, when I started drawing this isn’t the first thing I bothered with. Drawing has always been a part of me ever since I was a kid. I started drawing through imitating other drawings from books, anime, merchandise and etc. I never thought that there would be such technicalities in drawing.

I was very happy and confident with my skills and myself growing up knowing how to draw even without the knowledge of anatomy, composition, color harmony, and stuffs like that. I grew up with people giving me compliments just because I can make an exact copy of another drawing or character. However, after going to college and taking drawing seriously, I knew that my skills weren’t as good as anyone has told me before and so I lost my confidence and believed that I really have no skill. All I did was to copy other people’s work and what’s good about that, right? I did nothing creative at all.

That is why I am starting all over again and I want to make things right. Although I believe that art is free for anyone to use as a way of expression even with or without the knowledge about the technical stuffs BUT since my case is different, I am pursuing this as a career so I had to learn these stuffs to add value to my works. I totally get it and it’s never easy to think that I need to step back and go back to the start and begin all over again.

What’s even worse is whenever I think that “Hey, I am more than 20 years old now. Isn’t it a bit too late to start all over again?” but you know what? It’s just me. It’s mind over matter. It’s never too late to start anew.

Anyway, enough drama and let’s get to the point here. So before the actual start of the drawing part, Loomis have 5 pages of introduction to this chapter explaining the importance of this chapter and all that it contains.

I won’t point out the things I highlighted and summarize them instead. I just had to emphasize these questions because they seem to be very helpful in my case.

· “What is arrogance in terms of light and shadow, form, and color?”

· “What lines give frustration and forlorn hope to people?”

· “What is the gesture in relation to the emotion?”

· “Why is a certain childish face adorable, a certain adult face suspicious and untrustworthy?”

(Figure Drawing For All Its Worth by Andrew Loomis, pg. 21)

As I’ve said already quite a few times, I was once a copycat and not an artist. I thought that by copying another I could excel and get ahead of others. However, it wasn’t that easy and I wasn’t doing it right either. When I realized this, I thought it was over. Loomis also pointed out that improving can’t happen either just by watching another man paint in which another misconception I’m trying to brainwash myself just to skip the necessary step of practicing again and again. Improvement can only be attained by combining hard work, effort, and a great deal of passion. Of course, it is easy to say that. I am not yet a master and I am saying such things even though I find it hard to keep up with this responsibility.

Being an artist isn’t just about technical skills. Anyone can be good at drawing and can draw all kinds of things with great detail but would it matter if that piece did not convey the message it needs to deliver? Most artists I know can deliver messages using only a few lines but it’s powerful enough. Some even have less knowledge on these technical skills but can also convey messages. Hmm then does that mean fundamentals aren’t that important as long as one can deliver a message. Well, not quite. As I’ve said earlier, in my case as someone pursuing this as a career, it is a must for me to know these fundamentals. This gives me a leeway on producing any kind of art by being creative with the fundamentals.

Line is one of the basic elements of a drawing. Pretty much if you think about it, a drawing consists of a lot of lines connected to each other and overlap each other to create a form, dimension, and even depth. Line is also the most powerful tool in drawing. With only a few lines creating 2 circles and one curved or straight line, one already has a face. What more if line was used in detail?

Study the nude. At first this is such an embarrassment to deal with. To be able to study this, one would need to look for a live model or nude pictures somewhere as reference. It’s even harder when one’s workplace is placed where anyone would see the screen of a computer or the table top which, if it isn’t obvious enough, is my situation. I don’t have a room of my own and generally everyone in our family shares everything so there’s really not enough privacy to begin with. I got used to isolating myself for the sake of privacy that I became such an extreme introvert.

There’s nothing to be embarrassed about the nude though. Generally, we all have a body of our own and it’s not even a mystery for us to know the body parts since we study that since elementary, kindergarten even.. right? Anyway, the point is, studying the body is essential for an artist since it’s the most common element we use in an artwork unless one specializes in landscapes and sceneries.

So from what Loomis have stated about lines and the nude, practicing these will greatly help an artist in the most basic way. Practice your strokes and try to create variations with line weight. Also, how one handles the pencil would affect this greatly. I normally have a tight grip with pencils and I usually draw my sketches with dark strokes so whenever I need to erase, things get messy. Being able to draw

sketches with light strokes would really help keeping the artwork clean. It’s not a problem in digital though since one can just layer the sketch and the main linework on another layer.

In the next session, I’ll be doing some line practices and will proceed with the body proportions.