#oh to be lovingly having your face cupped and thumbs tracing over your cheeks

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

That moment when the guy that you all looked up to at some point haunts your relationship

[y2kuromi]

⭑ : 呪術廻戦 ❛ 𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗠𝗘 : satoru gojo x fem! reader

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 synopsis: yuuji sees a completely different side of gojo-sensei !

contents: tooth rotting fluff w a dash of angst! established relationship (married), second person & told from yuuji’s pov. extremely whipped satoru! petnames, suggestive dialogue

summer isn’t over yet! collection, can be read as a stand-alone

yuuji was initially ecstatic about the prospect of living with gojo-sensei. he’d imagined lazing around, gorging on sweets and watching cartoons on tv — maybe a few training sessions squeezed in with gojo-sensei — ideally it would’ve been just the two of them.

his fantasies came crashing down when realised gojo-sensei’s “house” was actually a “home”. the walls in the foyer were riddled with picture frames. he felt like he was intruding on gojo-sensei’s personal life, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the pictures on the walls.

there was a woman beside gojo-sensei in most of the pictures. she had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. a friend? or a girlfriend? — nah. according to fushiguro, gojo-sensei got zero play. though she had to mean something to him. it was evident in the way he looked at her.

his cerulean eyes entirely averted the camera lens, instead devoted to committing every inch of her to memory

“that’s my wife” gojo said softly,“she’s gorgeous isn’t she?” he laughed wryly as he stared lovingly at the smiling woman in the photo. yuuji nodded slowly, studying his teacher closely.

“is she okay with me hiding out here?” he asked tentatively, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“ahhh about that” gojo says sheepishly, “i haven’t had the time to mention it to her so you’ll have to wait here while i talk to her” he ran a hand through his hair, snowy white tendrils curling around his fingers.

classic gojo-sensei.

“oh” yuuji chuckled, the situation was amusing to him. he couldn’t wait to tell fushiguro — the sour reminder that he couldn’t had his laughter dying in his throat.

gojo-sensei shrugged off his shoes and patted yuuji’s shoulder, “don’t worry she’ll say yes , i’ve got her wrapped around my finger”

yuuji waited patiently in the foyer, amber eyes flickering over the expensive decor and woodsy frames of gojo-sensei’s family. he could faintly make out traces of your conversation

"oh? you're home early for once" you smiled, leaning into your husband as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "what's the special occasion 'toru?"

"do i need a reason to want to see my beautiful wife?”

“nope” you hummed, “‘m just surprised to see you” not that you were complaining. satoru was a busy man and you cherished the rare moments you spent alone together

“how was your day sweets?” he asked, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroked over knuckles, soft, loving.

“same old” you shrugged, “we’ve got some big case coming up next week, so i was pretty busy today. had a tonne of paperwork and meetings too"

"my busy bee" he smiles, "i missed you s'much, i hate going on these stupid business trips"

"you'd like them more if i came with you" you said teasingly, poking his rib with your free hand "i ran into kento the other day, you sure i shouldn't come back to jujutsu sorcery too?"

"nuh uh" he shook his head firmly, "stay at your law firm pretty, 'm gonna need someone to defend me when i kill all the higher ups"

"what have they done now?" you sigh exasperatedly, turning the knob on the gas cooker and reducing the heat. the faint clicking sound echoes in the kitchen as the orange-blue flames simmered quietly.

"what haven't they done" he grumbled, leaning against the counter. he gently tugged at his blindfold, lithe fingers unveiling the cerulean eyes that you loved so much. his snowy hair fell softly around his face, a curtain that failed to hide the anger he felt coursing through his veins.

"poor baby" you cooed, hands trailing up to his face and cupping his cheeks, your fingers smoothed over the frown etched on his face, pushing his lips together in a duck-lipped pout, "wanna tell me about it?"

"y'know yuuji? the new first year that's sukuna's vessel?"

you nod, allowing your hands to fall from his face and rest on the counter. his greedy hands make their way to your waist, rubbing circles on the soft flesh peeking out beneath your untucked dress shirt.

"well they sent the first years on a mission to rescue people from the detention center, after sending me on that stupid mission overseas mind you, and the kid had to fight a special grade curse"

"is he okay?" you ask, hands ghosting over satoru's bigger, veiny ones. he sighs, a look of mild irritation fleeting over his face at the memory. in retrospect, none of that mattered now. he was home.

"yeah he's fine" he shrugs, "sukuna ripped his heart out and he died, but he revived him eventually"

"your definition of fine is questionable satoru" you snicker, and he feels his heart melting at the sound of your laughter. "why'd they send them on that mission anyways?"

"they just want yuuji dead, he was supposed to be executed remember? and they're really scared of sukuna which is crazy 'cause he's kinda weak"

"someone needs to humble you" you say, amusement dripping from your words like honey, "pride comes before fall 'toru"

"you humble me all the time sweets" he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"i'm just doing the universe a favour" you tease, "what do you want for dinner? rice? noodles? or we could order food from that thai joint you like if you want”

"i'll eat anything you cook sweets,” he murmurs, “though i have something else i wouldn’t mind eating”

“satoru” you gasped, “you just got home and you’re already trying to get between my legs” you smack his shoulder playfully

“i’ve missed her too” he shrugs, “i’ve missed all of you”

you shook your head, “can’t believe i married such a feen” a languid smile tugs at the corners of your lips. you could try all you wanted to resist his charms, but he’d always win in the end

"so...about yuuji" satoru starts, testing the waters, "the higher ups really want him gone, i can't keep him at jujutsu tech right now"

"i can see why you wouldn't" you hum, leaning on the tips of your toes to reach for the salt. satoru had a habit of placing the things you needed in places you couldn't reach just so he could have the honour of retrieving them for you

“need help with that sweets?” he asks eagerly, pushing himself off the counter and sifting through the wooden shelves. he easily brings the jar of salt down and hands it to you

"you have to stop doing this, it’s such an inconvenience" you sighed, but you were grateful nonetheless.“you’re insufferable i swear”

“‘m still yours” he says suavely. satoru’s smile is unwavering though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

you can tell the thing with yuuji is weighing heavily on his mind. he’s more restless than usual. his lithe fingers run up and down the counter as he stares into space

“‘toru?” you prompt, nudging him with your elbow, “i can hear you thinking”

“i don’t know where to keep him” he exhales, “i would ask shoko, or kento but then i’d risk getting them in trouble with the higher ups”

“what about the secret room we found in our third year?” you asked, “you could keep him there, unless they found out about it”

“i would keep him there.. but i just...don't want him to feel alone," he says softly. you didn’t think it was possible to fall even deeper in love with satoru, but he never failed to surprise you. “he's just a kid, so i— i want to look out for him.”

he knows it’s a big ask. you can hear the gears turning in his head as he figures out how to possibly convince you to let sukuna’s vessel stay in your home.

"can he stay?" he pleads, "can yuuji stay with us please? it’s only until the kyoto goodwill event" he's clasping his hands together, imploring you with his infinitely blue eyes. you raise an eyebrow. knowing satoru, yuuji was probably waiting around in the foyer

"he's already here isn't he?" you ask, shaking your head fondly as a guilty look flickers across his face. classic satoru. although you would've loved for him to give you a heads up, you didn't mind a bit. it would be nice to have some company when satoru went on his missions

 “i didn’t really have time to plan all the details before bringing him with me” he says, sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his neck, his fingers brushed against the soft strands of his undercut, "are you mad? don't be mad baby"

"no" you laugh, "i'm not mad 'toru, he can stay"

it’s the little things like this that make you realise just how much power you have over him. within seconds your husband is whirling you around, hands gripping your waist tightly and pressing chaste kisses on your face as he sets you down

"yuuji she said you can stay" a wide grin blooms across his face as he bounds into the foyer excitedly. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, reduced to the faint resemblance of a child getting their first sleepover approved

you set the jar of salt down on the marbled counter. trailing after your husband. true to your suspicions, yuuji itadori had been standing awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs together in his hoodie pockets and silently taking in the intricacies of your home.

he couldn’t help but feel out of place.

there were pairs of everything — shoes neatly arranged on the coat rack. umbrellas tucked in a corner in the foyer. coats hung up next to each other on the wall.

the pale blue wallpaper hung row after row of framed photographs. their wooden mahogany panels reflected the warm lights. yuuji’s light brown eyes flickered on the pictures in all their glory and glossy sheen.

the ones that caught his eye captured a young fushiguro’s trademark scowl, the irritated quirk of his brow and the curled spikes of his hair that defied gravity.

he was standing beside a girl who looked just like him, except she was slightly taller with long bone-straight brown hair. yuuji’s eyes lingered on her smile as your beanstalk of a husband shook him excitedly

he wondered what fushiguro would say if he knew he’d seen pictures of him as a little kid. ( he’d probably summon his shikigami on him )

“really?” he beamed, eyes momentarily drawn away from the plethora of frames. you feel your heart melt into a sickly sweet puddle of happiness and warmth, as you watch satoru drape his arm over yuuji’s shoulder

“yes really” you laugh, “it’s nice to finally meet you yuuji, you’re a friend of megumi’s right?”

yuuji nods frantically, his mop of pink curls bouncing enthusiastically . his mannerisms were nervous and eager. he wanted to fit in. he wanted you to like him. you could tell — he reminded you oddly of your husband ( they were practically the same person in different fonts )

“speaking of megumi, he doesn’t know yuuji’s alive so please don’t let it slip when he calls you” satoru murmurs, taking slow steps towards you.

he knows he’s asking for too much now. you practically raised megumi and it would be nearly impossible for you to keep something like this from him. satoru can see the cogs spinning in your head, the subtle anger in your heart and for the first time in years he’s afraid.

“we’ll talk about this later” you say through gritted teeth. he pleads silently with his eyes and you swallow your protests, you exhale loudly before turning towards yuuji again “c’mon yuuji, i’ve just started on dinner”

yuuji kicks off his shoes and nudges them neatly beneath the shoe rack before padding after you. satoru isn’t far behind

“it smells really good mrs. gojo” yuuji says politely, as he takes a seat by the kitchen island, legs dangling as he drums on the smooth marbled counter.

“thank you yuuji” you beamed, “do you prefer rice or noodles?”

“ahh i’m not really picky” he says, “i like all kinds of food really, but i suppose rice? if it isn’t too much of a hassle, i really don’t want to be a bother-”

“slow down yuuji” you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, “i’m really glad to have you here, it gets kinda lonely when ‘toru’s away on business trips so make yourself at home okay?”

no wonder gojo-sensei was always happy, his wife was an angel. yuuji thought as he nodded fervently

“i can make the rice baby” satoru offers, his hands make their way around your waist, he doesn’t miss the way you stiffen under his touch. you’re mad at him, and he knows you have every right to be

“thank you” you said, putting as much feeling into the words as you could muster, “come with me yuuji, i’ll show you around”

yuuji was positive he was intruding now, standing in the middle of megumi’s room while you stripped navy blue pinstripe sheets off his bed and replaced them with canary dressings.

“are you sure i can sleep here?” he asks, “ i don’t mind taking the couch..”

you seemed horrified at the idea of yuuji sleeping alone on the couch. he still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that you actually wanted him here. he was so used to being unwanted

growing up with his grandpa was something he wouldn’t trade for the world, yet he’d always craved the warmth of a mother. a mother’s love was the purest, and there was nothing more blameless than the softness in your (e/c) eyes when you looked at him

“i mind yuuji” you frowned” and i want you to stay in gumi’s room, his clothes should fit you since you’re around the same height”

“thank you again for letting me crash here” yuuji didn’t think he could say it enough. he didn’t deserve such kindness, not when the king of curses lived rent free in his head

“don’t mention it yuuji” you said, “i meant what i said downstairs, i could really use the company”

you ruffled his hair softly before resuming your ministrations of making the bed. you tucked crisp sheets beneath the mattress and fluffed up pillows with ease.

“you’re a really good mom, why don’t you and gojo-sensei have any kids of your own?” yuuji only realises the question is slightly insensitive after the words hang in the air and an unreadable look fleets across your face, “i’m so sorry that was really rude of me-”

“you’re good yuuji” you laugh, you sit down on the freshly laid duvet and pat the space beside you. yuuji hesitates but he sits down eventually

“it just never happened y’know? we adopted tsu and gumi a few years back, plus toru’s always seen his students as his kids, he cares about you guys a lot”

“even me?” it doesn’t seem plausible to him. all he’s seemed to do is cause problems for gojo-sensei ever since he ate that gross finger

“especially you yuuji” you smiled, ruffling his hair, “you remind me of him funny enough, even though i used to hate him back in our school days”

“really?” he gawked, he was practically falling over megumi’s bed with anticipation.

“really” you affirmed , “he was a real piece of work back then, i bet he’s the reason yaga has so many grey hairs”

“how’d you fall in love with him then?” yuuji enquires, brown eyes sparkling with immense curiosity “and how’d you meet?”

“are you guys gossiping about me?” satoru gasps, peeking around the doorway, “how mean of you yuuji, i thought we were friends”

“ahhh we weren’t gossiping per-say, mrs. gojo was about to tell me how you met”

“can i tell him?” satoru’s eyes sparkle, “the way i remember it i walked into the common room and cherry blossoms started falling, classical piano was playing softly in the background and-”

“that didn’t happen” you said, “he’s finally going senile” you tried and failed to push satoru out the doorway but he stood his ground.

he stood almost toe to toe with you, a pleased grin blooming on his face as he towered over you. yuuji’s eye’s flickered between you and your husband, cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he stifled giggles

“it did happen!” satoru insisted, “i’m sure shoko has a recording of it somewhere, now as i was saying.. she took one look at me and fell head over heels in love”

“you’re deluded” you muttered, “i didn’t love you until our second year, get your facts right”

“so you did fall head over heels in love with me” he grinned, “so early too? i knew you couldn’t resist my charms — owww!”

satoru feigns as you finally manage to shove him out the door after hitting his shoulder. by now, yuuji is a spluttering mess on the soft tatami mats lining megumi’s floor

“i’ll tell you what really happened one of these days” you said over your shoulder, “you can shower and settle in, take as long as you need, we’ll wait for you to come downstairs before we start eating”

your smile falls the moment the door clicks shut behind you. satoru feels his heart shattering. he’s so sure he’s going to die because his wife is mad at him. the universe might as well combust into nothing but ashes

“baby-” satoru starts, catching your wrist in his palm. he grips the bone loosely, careful not to hurt you “‘m sorry, you know that, but megumi can’t know”

you trudge down the stairs in silence, opting only to speak when you’re seated beside satoru in the living room. your cat natsu watches you wearily from her cat post, slanted eyes shooting satoru a well meaning glare.

“you can’t ask me to keep this from him” you said, shaking your head, eyes looking everywhere but your husband’s piercing blue gaze. “you’re taking things too far now”

“i know” his voice is a mere whisper, the words barely speak themself into existence, “i’m being selfish again, but you’ve gotta understand (y/n)”

“i can’t” you splutter, you feel tears treading your waterline “put yourself in his shoes, c’mon satoru we’ve seen him at his worst, why would we do something that could hurt him?”

“i’m not doing this to hurt megumi, i’m doing this to protect yuuji”

“just think about it please” you frowned, “if instead of executing suguru they kept him alive and let us think he was dead, you’d never forgive them”

he doesn’t miss the way your voice catches over the three syllables. he doesn’t miss the way your fingers tremble against his forearm. he hates this — arguing with you, he could think of infinite things he’d rather do than this.

“that’s different” his voice is wavering now, “suguru made his choice, yuuji didn’t ask for any of this” he winces as the words fall from his lips. to think he’d stooped to speaking ill of the dead. he doesn’t believe that, not really.

“you still wouldn’t forgive them” you prompted, “and i don’t want ‘gumi to go through any more, tsumiki being in a coma is hard enough as it is”

“i know baby, i know” satoru says softly, he cups your trembling face in his hands and places the sweetest of kisses on the tears that threaten to stream down your cheeks, “trust me on this okay? he’ll be fine i promise”

“okay” you nod, letting your husband, your one and only, wipe away the tears spilling over your lashes.

satoru could really kill the higher ups for putting him in this position. one where he nearly sacrificed his wife’s happiness for something as insignificant as jujutsu sorcery. with his lips still pressed to the corners of yours, he makes a silent vow with himself

it would be you before everything. it was you before everything

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip “you. are. everything. to. me” he punctuates each word with a kiss. his lips committing every inch of you to memory

they ghost over your cheek, your quivering lip, your shoulder, your wrist, and finally the silver wedding band encasing your ring finger. and they linger on the cool silver for what seems to be eternity before satoru speaks up again

“dance with me?” he prompts, although he’s not really asking. he’s already whisking you onto your feet and starting up the record player. the vinyl spins on its axis, as constant as his infinite love for you.

“what?” you sniffed slightly, “like we did in our first year?”

“like we did in our first year”

satoru’s hands were on your hip, drawing you closer, he felt your chest brush against his for a second as he leaned into you. you swayed gently side to side, keeping in time with the intricate melodies streaming from the gramophone

his six eyes tell him his student is watching, listening. curious doe eyes peeking from the stairwell. he doesn’t mind. satoru had never been one to hide his affection. you were his. and he was infinitely yours.

“can i tell you a secret?” satoru murmurs, as he twirls you back into his arms. he wishes he could stay like this forever. with you. he’d selfishly sacrifice the universe to keep having moments like this. he would kill for you. he’s positive he would. he’d do it without hesitation.

“i thought we didn’t have any of those” you quipped. satoru feels his heart melting. watching the sadness in your eyes fade into utter bliss was like watching the sun come out after a rainy day. maybe even better.

“it’s a good one i promise” he grins, you raise a brow sceptically but you’re listening “i was the one who fell head over heels in love with you. way back in our first year…and i didn’t even know what love was, i was so confused”

“when did you know?” you asked, “you always say you knew the moment you saw me, but you were an asshole then”

“it was the first time we snuck out together” he admits, “when we went to that night market. you were right, i was jealous of suguru but could you blame me? i wanted you all to myself”

“you’ve always been so greedy” you giggled. satoru doesn’t need the six eyes to see that you love him regardless. it’s evident in the tenderness of your tone and the way your (e/c) sparkle when you look at him

“cut me some slack baby” he groans “i’m trying to be romantic”

“you don’t need to try, i heard through the grapevine i can’t resist your charms” you hummed

satoru cracks a smile at the inside joke, a slow symphony of contentment.he kisses you again and it’s sweet and full of blind adoration. loving you is his religion. the only thing he’s wholly committed to. your hands looped around his neck, carefully avoiding the ever-so-sensitive scar that ran beneath his chin

your hands founds repose in the soft strands of his hair, carefully threading through the ivory curls. satoru could feel himself melting into you, he clung to you as if he was scared to let go and his calloused hands clutched at the warmth that radiated from your skin. he was so impossibly close you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

yuuji peered at the scene with stars in his eyes. he knew he should look away. that this moment was sacred, strictly for the two of you. but he’d never seen gojo like this before — completely vulnerable, completely himself in the confines of your embrace.

here he wasn’t the strongest, the richest, the one-man clan, the one whose mere existence shifted the balance of the world. here, he wasn't satoru gojo, he wasn't gojo-sensei, he was just 'toru.

© Y2KUROMI 2024. please do not plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

[rosiesmuts]

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BLACKPINK Jennie

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A/N: Happy Birthday Jennie

Probably the greatest birthday cake in existence. It's not the traditional kind in the very least. It's one that can't be shared among family and friends; can't be used for gifts or congratulations.

Outside of the walls of Jennie's bedroom is evidence of a party. Traces of her most loved ones that celebrated her 27 years on this Earth: balloons are floating around, streamers cover every room, empty pizza boxes and discarded plastic cups are everywhere. But now they're all gone—the only thing left is this magnificent birthday cake presented just for you.

Jennie Fucking Kim on all fours, her ass in the air, her winking starfish slathered in saliva. It's what she deserves—a fitting gift that honors the birthday girl perfectly. And you are the lucky gift giver. Slobbering over the woman that appears on billboards, magazine covers, red carpets and anywhere else hot women go. It's been thirty minutes of pure unadulterated feasting and Jennie's getting lightheaded because of it—her ass and pussy have been utterly adored by your lips and tongue.

So good. There's a fine art to eating ass—especially one that belongs to Jennie. Your face, chin, and entire jaw are a mess, so are the sheets under her knees. You can only imagine how thoroughly debased your upper lip must look right now.

It makes you throb. Having Jennie in this position. Her entire back is sweaty and arched like a cat. She keeps shaking because her legs feel like jello. You grip her right cheek with a tight palm, tug it a little before lapping at it once more. You reach her quivering ringed hole and lick the velvety skin with an aggressive flat tongue that makes Jennie mewl as your chin gets pushed against her cunt.

You can't help but plant another soft kiss over the rim, humming contentedly at how incredibly warm it feels. How inviting it is. And while it has been truly mind-blowing—to feast and devour the pussy and ass of a globally acclaimed woman… you've noticed a certain desire in the last five minutes.

Jennie Fucking Kim. World famous idol. Begging for everything while her face is smothered into a pillow. A pathetic, needy woman. Just for you.

Now she wants more than just your tongue. It's her birthday. She has presents waiting to be opened.

"Oh please..." Jennie whimpers. Her eyes are half-closed as if she was lost in a trance, only roused when your thumb slowly pokes the pucker. Your tongue on her cheeks, spreading saliva everywhere, getting her as wet as possible for what comes next.

You start to prod Jennie's puckered backdoor, teasingly sliding between her jiggling cheeks—earning you another moan. This would make one hell of a documentary if she was ever caught like this. Probably cause an outrage, too. Imagine the look on those thirsty fans of hers seeing their godly idol just... ruined. Debased. Mired in sex. It doesn't matter, of course, whether her fans would find her reprehensible for it. They don't matter now that she's on her hands and knees. Vulnerable in a way nobody should ever be vulnerable—not her. Especially not Jennie. But she is.

"Mmm..." There goes another sigh. A sigh of relief when a thumb presses against her crinkled rose. Slowly, lovingly, sinking into the deep confines of her forbidden place.

Her hips jump and you force her back down. You love her sounds; the soft sighs, and gasps. How can you not? Right now she's giving a little show, she loves the attention. Looking over her shoulder with an infectious grin on her face—an encouraging smirk, showing you that she's waiting on something a little more exciting. A lot more exciting. You raise your eyebrows in response. She purses her lips in answer.

Oh.

Of course.

"You ready birthday girl? Any ideas on what your present should be?" You lean back, pulling out a bottle of lube from her bedside table. Lathering the entirety of her asshole with it. She looks so damn gorgeous with her toned back in an upward arc and a sexy face contorted in an expression of pure want and lust.

"Surprise me..." Her response is a seductive purr.

The invitation is too hard to resist—especially since Jennie's arching back pushes her hips out and back, effectively shaking her ass side-to-side with a delighted chuckle.

"...OH!" The tip teases her entrance, making her entire body spasm before you're actually able to penetrate. Her backside is soaked, but there are some resistances as your shaft pushes, pushes, pushes… finally stopping only once the ridge of your head pops through.

Fuck, it's tight. Damn it all to hell and heaven, how is her ass always this tight?

There goes another delirious sigh. Hitched. Croaky. Slightly high-pitched. Another wonderful sound coming from a woman that sounds like an angel, looks like one, and sings like one. There are few things Jennie can't do; she's too talented. Too beautiful. An exquisite blend of form and function, pleasure and pain—both which she endures on a daily basis. All because she was made to be looked at by everyone, but never touched. To inspire all, but not to interact. Except tonight.

Tonight it's all about Jennie. The birthday girl always gets her wish.

Jennie clenches hard the further your cock invades. It feels absolutely electric—every last bit of it. The way her body stretches is nothing short of spectacular.

"Ah fuck! P-please. Slow..." She grits her teeth, digging her nails into her pillows, no doubt. She's trembling all over. It's hard for her to take, but she also knows that the pain will eventually make way for a sensational bliss. It always does. Her slim defined back is lightly coated in sweat.

"Slow enough?" You rub your fingers into her backside. A warm up of sorts before grabbing the cheeks with enough vigor to leave marks. Pulling and squeezing the soft flesh of her backside apart, lewdly examining where the two of you are conjoined, and with a sinister chuckle, give an experimental pump.

"FUCK!" She starts to shake uncontrollably and tries her best to remain steadfast, "Keep going..." It comes out as a pant. She's enjoying it, after all. Enjoys the little hurt it brings—gets off on the little sting you're able to provide.

Little by little, you push into Jennie's perfect heart-shaped butt. Into her ass that's incredibly hot and constricting—almost impossible to breathe whenever her body coils tightly around your hard-on.

"Yes!" She tosses her hair, biting into the sheets when your hips meet her ass with an audible slap.

You hold still for a moment. Rocking back and forth a little bit as the tight heat wraps you in pure silk. Almost overwhelming, considering just how tight she is. All you have to do is sit and savor the feeling while Jennie's chest drops onto the bed.

She's panting, heaving even, but she wiggles her hips in an attempt to get accustomed to your presence. Another meek sound of frustration is heard, causing you to release an amused breath as you stroke her back. When she looks over her shoulders—there's a wild gleam in her dark eyes. It's almost magical. "Fuck my ass like you hate me..."

And without further prompt, you pull out halfway before snapping your waist into her with all the force you can muster. That single action elicits a choked cry from her throat and then another and another.

You let it loose. Go all out. Use every ounce of strength and force until the two of you are shuddering and yelling, the obscene sounds of sweat and bodies mingle with moans and groans. It's so dirty; so filthy, yet Jennie absolutely loves it. In spite of everything she does for a living, her actual sexual appetite is simply unbridled.

Pulling her arms towards you, you gather both wrists within your right hand and pin them firmly against her lower back. Using it as leverage to ram yourself into her at an almost unnatural pace, watching in utter fascination at the way her back muscles shift and move, all to keep herself from tumbling face-first against the bed.

All the while, she's groaning. Slurring words incomprehensibly, asking for a little bit of pain—which you gladly deliver. Each slap is perfectly timed, enough to turn her flesh pink and vibrate from the impact, but not hard enough to do real harm. Just like that, Jennie is thrashing on top of her pillow, pushing back in an attempt to relieve the sting before grinding and rubbing against you. The little shit always craves more.

It's hard to imagine who's getting the better present here. For her, it could be the rough anal fuck she's been wanting for some time now. It's all she asked for all week—and for you, it was getting the chance to savagely pillage and conquer the ass of the hottest girl on Earth.

"F-fuck! I'm gonna-ah..."

Those words ring around your ears as they get muffled with her bedsheets.

"You're gonna what?" You pause to lean forward and growl into the shell of her ears. Tugging her arms and forcing her to arch her spine further until her back is kissing the skin of your stomach, causing her to hiss in satisfaction, "You're gonna cum like a filthy slut with her ass being reamed?"

"Yes!"

The thirty or so minutes of foreplay have certainly paid off. She started already wound up tight, and now her body is practically trembling, eager to let loose. It's impossible to prolong the pleasure for long; with a little more adjustment to the angle and speed, Jennie finally sings and wails—shaking and writhing her body on the verge of a world shattering climax.

Jennie Fucking Kim owns one beautiful little fuckhole and it squeezes every last bit of vitality from you, almost as if her ass was trying to strangle every last bit of life you had. Your entire frame trembles as her snug, grasping hotness envelops you in a hot prison and attempts to rip you off. For the duration of her climax, her hands scramble to grab anything and everything they can: her own hair, the sheets—the world, perhaps. There's a little bit of everything happening at that exact instant and you're almost too afraid to move from fear of losing such a heavenly sensation.

But of course, you move.

It's her birthday after all, she needs a few good spanks to feel fully appreciated. To let her ride out this intensity, her entire body jittering in pure elation. And you grant it to her. Delivering more spanks to her beautiful ass, reddening them further, adding to that warmth and almost euphoria-like state the superstar is experiencing.

Her pussy quakes and flutters. The feeling of cumming by butt alone is so much greater than it normally would've been. The tension was much more powerful, stronger in a way and almost addicting, despite the slight twinge in her cheeks and the noticeable bite of pain.

For a moment, everything is lost.

"So sensitive... C-can barely think straight..." Her head sways limply. You'd almost feel bad, if not for her pleased giggles and blissful sigh.

Jennie lies limply, spent beyond measure, all to satisfy her desires. You have to roll the idol on to her back as it seemed her strength has suddenly left her. All to ensure she doesn't completely collapse and possibly ruin this fun party for the both of you.

She's glistening in a thick sheen of sweat and her smile has never looked so brilliant and inviting.

"You're beautiful Jennie..."

"Funny that your greatest compliments come when you're fucking my ass." A sly giggle is shared. She raises a leg and holds it against her chest while the other one is casually parted open.

"What can I say? I'm a man of refined taste." You take the sight of her body in—of the woman splayed on her back like this; naked and satisfied, slick and supple skin glistening in a heavy sweat. The sticky fluids around her folds are starting to coat her ass as well and you can't help but smile to yourself in triumph. "Shame it's over already." You know exactly what to say. How to challenge her. And of course she's not gonna refuse. It's Jennie. Of course she has a few more tricks up her sleeves.

"Nope, this is just the beginning..." She smirks. The life returns to the doe-eyed beauty and the glint in her dark irises becomes nothing short of wicked. It's time for Jennie to stop being the submissive little bitch and take charge. To show that her famous curves are hers to own. Her beautiful body and devious mind is hers and only hers to use as she sees fit. You watch as she leans forward and puts both her palms on your chest—forcefully pushing you down to her bed and straddling you, grinding that beautiful ass over your stomach and making your unreleased cock twitch with need.

It's only 11pm and Jennie still has an hour left to celebrate her 27th birthday... and she intends on spending all that time savoring that delicious ache in her ass.

Happy birthday to her. Happy birthday to you.

"There's no time for a rest, right now I'm gonna ride you."

No complaints.

Absolutely none.

There isn't any way to decline Jennie. Not when it involves your cock and her ass.

After all, it's Jennie's night—the night she turns you into a quivering mess, the night when she puts you under her spell—and makes you fall harder than before. She turns up the heat—another degree hotter when she's at her sexiest, at her most mischievous and dominant.

Jennie winks. Her favorite, trademark move as her face glimmers under the twinkling lights. Her lips are slightly parted in that signature Jennie Kim pout and she's now putting her assets into a display of sorts; rolling her body slowly in an almost rhythmic motion. This dance, a teaser, and one that her fans would pay a premium to see, makes its way on stage: you.

Her toned lithe waist, the little things on her chest, and that godforsaken smile. So tight and perfect. Hot and inviting, and you just need to feel that intense grip around your shaft once more. There's no safe words here—not like Jennie will ever let you use them anyway. Her small frame begins to writhe to its own imaginary beat, shimming and shaking with purpose. The gentle rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic. A sway. Back and forth.

You want her. Badly. She holds your cock in her dainty palm and teases it over and over.

"This is for me and my birthday... Any objections?" Her smile becomes impossibly bigger. Playful and inebriating and there is only one answer that fits the occasion.

"No." Internally you're dying. She keeps pressing it against her starfish, but never quite giving in, only smearing the precum over the orifice.

She smiles in amusement, "Good." She leans forward, capturing your mouth with an affectionate peck on the lips. "Just a little longer. Wanna see how long you can wait."

And so the torture begins. The heat, the haze, and the melody of a sex-drunk woman.

A world-renowned dancer who shakes her hips as she rolls forward, running a finger against your pecs. She brings your hands up to do the same, telling you to caress every nook and curve of her. Make her feel that irresistible electricity that shoots straight down her spine when she's with you. To feel how soft her skin is and how malleable her beautiful little breasts are. She gasps with glee, giggling away in genuine amusement.

She rises from your grasp—her tantalizing curves a testament to her dedication, her passion. You swallow dryly as a drop of saliva drips off the corner of your lips. Such a lewd display has you seeing stars. Your jaw slacks and your eyes focus entirely on her figure—all its stunning contours, lines and edges.

"You really love my ass." A cute puff escapes her. A tinkling laughter before she fulfills out every one of your shared desires.

The snug fit is inevitable—after an incredible amount of teasing from your lovely playmate, she has finally chosen to go for it. Her back is arched upwards and she bites her lower lips when your rod enters her still raw hole—though there's a tiny bit of pain that never bothered her before.

"Shit..." Jennie holds your arm tightly for a moment. That is, before an unholy mixture of delight, satisfaction, and searing arousal overtakes her mind. This moment of weakness doesn't last for long and she immediately repurposes it. She bounces and grinds—each move has her inner walls massage your cock. You're in bliss. Everything that the star does is magical and you're so utterly infatuated. So hypnotized by the look of absolute indulgence. She's an elegant song, and a masterpiece to behold. The sweat pooling between her breasts only enhances her grace, a little bead trickles down her navel. She throws her head, luscious raven hair falls everywhere, and her eyes are squeezed shut, a guttural moan when she sits completely flush.

She rests for a second, catching her breath, still smiling all the while. Even at rest, she's mesmerizing. You notice how she holds your hands firm, fingers intertwined, she won't let you escape. You never wanted to.

The adorable whimpers of happiness are back as she looks up at the ceiling, rocking her hips lightly—teasing you, coaxing you for even more. With one smooth move she's rising and falling, faster, and faster still, going for a solid tempo that sees her hips pounding incessantly against yours.

"Fuck." a choked cry is pulled out of you, "this feels amazing."

"Oh yeah, you really like me fucking my own ass?" Her smug little comment is punctuated by a grunt and another hearty slap to her juicy cheeks. Jennie laughs in her unique sing-song way—breathy sighs and delicious whines. She bounces. And she bounces and bounces—both her beautiful tits, her raven-haired head, and that irresistible heart-shaped ass, too.

Jennie raises and falls on your length and her heavy breathing fills the air alongside her impassioned, sexy cries. She works so hard on top of you and pulls out all the stops: shaking her ass side-to-side, clamping down as she draws to the head of your dick, relaxing on the way down again. Jennie is a performer after all, and she can really put on a show.

She arches her spine back and traces a finger along her untouched flower. Teasing herself. That part of Jennie will be left alone, at least for right now, this is an anal adventure, and so her pleasure from that particular place will have to wait until later. The teasing is deliberate, playful, and a way of providing more stimulation to her greedy bum. It is enough to make her squeak in desperation. The urge to touch herself is overbearing, and only increased when you reach up and pinch the tiny nubs on her chest.

Her expression melts at the assault—completely uninhibited, free, and not afraid of getting messy. There's no one here to judge her. No one except the lucky, blessed spectator below and her own greedy one track mind focused on pleasure. On indulgence. Complete self-gratification.

The strain is showing. Her pace slows as her tired legs from exertion. And now you're the one showing her pity, running a palm over the damp hair sticking to her back, down to the subtle dimples above her ass. She sighs sweetly in response and then draws close, clutching onto your arms.

"Do something for me?" She asks cutely.

You smile in response, nodding your approval. Jennie relinquishes control, simply lays on your chest, awaiting for the moment your hips thrust in and out of her.

"Happy birthday," Your first kiss is to her cheek then your lips hover against her ear, "and to many more to come, Miss Jennie Kim."

Your next movement has her clamp a hand over her mouth in order to smother a lustful gasp. A roll of your hips followed by an upward pump. There is absolutely nothing that beats that first initial snap of the waist. Another after. You use one hand to steady her in her current prone position. The other one is at work, roughly pawing at her ass and smacking at the red cheeks, accenting each new powerful snap of your waist.

"Harder..." Jennie slurs with delirious elation.

You're not sure which one she's referring to, so you offer her both: pumping harder and faster as requested while striking her ass with enough force that the echoes reverberate across her bedroom.

"Fuu-ah... FUCK!"

For a moment, you're startled by her reaction. By how intensely her asshole grips, how hard she pants, how quickly she is cumming without warning. So much buildup and yet that's all it takes. Your chest tightens and you grit your teeth, fighting off the climax that threatens to shoot straight into her backdoor. But she's begging you, practically urging you, to fill that lewd forbidden place with everything that you got.

"You should feel lucky you know," Jennie moans between bounces. "If I let you cum inside, and believe me you'll be allowed to cum inside. You'll be the luckiest man in the world."

Fuck... No kidding. You already feel like the luckiest man alive at this very second.

But your legs are growing weaker, the knot forming at the base of your stomach tightens with each passing moment. The immense pleasure burning through you with each new throb. It's hard to stave off the inevitable release that is boiling just at the threshold.

You take a deep breath. Close your eyes and pray. It's the only way to stay sane—you have to remain in control for just a minute more.

"Go ahead. Be the luckiest man in the world."

Jennie offers permission. There is no denying her this time. And you'll do everything to ensure this birthday will be unforgettable—and you're ready to take that first step.

The idea of an impending explosion is intimidating, the reality even more so. Your body seems to go haywire—like a machine whose sole function is to thrust deep inside Jennie, causing her to spasm, her muscles to quake. Jennie moans. Louder and louder. Less controlled, less sensual. More animalistic and filled with need. Desperate sounds that don't stop spilling out of her the more you shove your hips into hers.

Over an hour of buildup all comes down to one single moment. An unceremonial release, both from Jennie and you. This climax, stronger than any, stronger than all the others. Your last ounce of strength goes to pin Jennie back against your lap, just as you unleash torrential floods of seed—soaking her, coating every part of her ass that is available and then some. At the same time, Jennie lets loose with an unrestrained series of whimpers and lets the warmth from deep inside her wash over. Let it run out between your tightly squeezed bodies.

A myriad of sensations hit the two of you like a tsunami: your entire frame erupts with sensation, shivers and shudders from the pleasure and euphoria. All around, your senses go out of focus, the room begins to spin, but not in that nauseous way—a heavenly sort of thing, and when Jennie purrs out your name in pure satisfaction, your pulse spikes. The hazy heady rush and feeling of ecstasy hits a crescendo, the pinnacle of satisfaction.

The breaths are still coming hard and fast. Hearts beating frantically. What started out slow is ending with a flourish.

She still has some time left to her special day but everyone involved in the intimate celebration is completely spent. Utterly exhausted, but content.

Jennie rolls off your body, uses whatever strength she has left to nuzzle against the crook of your neck, "Best birthday ever..." She presses an appreciative kiss against your sweaty, heated temple.

And that, to you, is a win—one that surpasses all the awards she has already achieved.

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff / word count: 2.6k

content/warnings: mention of childhood insecurity, mention of biting during s*x, jk is very touchy, they watch a movie and the guard thinks they’re doing sumn nasty bc they’re both a menace honestly 😭, jk accidentally bites his lower lip and bleeds

> in which masterlist!

note: hi !! this is a repost of a drabble i wrote two (?) years ago but accidentally deleted lololol so if you’ve read it before that’s why! but this is now an edited version with a new title <3

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“baby,”

jungkook calls your attention out of nowhere, pausing the movie playing on the tablet you’re holding. the frown painted on his face is difficult to miss.

“i have a question.”

“so randomly?” you raise an eyebrow. “ask me then.”

“why do you cover your face when you’re happy?”

the wide-eyed look of genuine curiosity on his face is identical to yesterday’s, when he asked you what the word ineffable meant after hearing it in a song.

the question prompts you to take a glance at the screen, where a sophisticated woman has a hand over her mouth as she giggles with her elite acquaintances about an old but classic rich husband joke.

“it’s not that it bothers me, i just- i’ve noticed it lately and i-i wish to see you smiling and laughing more freely, you know?” he tries his best to choose his words carefully, offering you a kind smile as he lovingly caresses your head. “it makes me happy when i see you happy.”

“oh,” you blink at him, mind going blank as you attempt to form an answer in your head. his touch isn’t exactly helping you either— you just want to melt into him and not think of anything at all, float on cloud-nine and stay there forever.

however, seeing as he asked you the question out of the blue, he must’ve been thinking about it a lot. you’ve only been dating for a few months, so it’s understandable for him to eagerly seek the answers to his curiosities and observations. if anything, it feels nice to learn he gives this much attention to you— possibly notices things you don’t even know about yourself. for a split second the thought crosses your mind, that beyond a consciousness, you are tangible and real.

“it’s a habit i guess? when my teeth were falling out for the first time as a kid, i became insecure, so i decided that i’d just smile without showing my teeth from then on. like this.”

you demonstrate by lifting up the corners of your lips.

“and yeah-”

as if he’s helplessly pulled by the magnet of attraction, he leans down to kiss you and interrupt your sentence.

“i’d cover my face when i couldn’t contain my smile or laugh. and even when they grew back, it felt weird. like my smile didn’t belong to my face? if that even makes sense.”

“yah, that’s not true! you’re very pretty whether you’re smiling, or crying and-” his warm hand cups your cheek, and he stupidly grins as he’s about to say something cheesy. “even when you’re just breathing.”

the corners of your lips rise again. this time, it’s genuine.

“oh? how romantic.” you scrunch your nose cutely, and his heart flutters.

you hold onto his wrist, revelling in the way his thumb softly traces shapes on your skin.

“i’m over that, though. it was so long ago. i don’t think about it obsessively anymore at least. it’s really just a habit i haven’t gotten rid of.” you reassure him, meaning every word that you say.

we all have our secrets and fears that we keep only to ourselves, that much is understood between the two of you. there are circumstances in which withholding information is necessary. however, the one big promise you made to each other is to never lie. honesty and trust. ease and consolation. every word, every syllable hanging from your lips an addition to the naked history of your love. passed down stories. confessions. blurry memories. shutter sounds. curses. laughter. song dedications. that much is true.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal a smile, beguiled by his love drunk eyes seemingly stunned by your mere presence beside him.

“like what, baby?”

you shy away from his gaze. “like you’re either thinking that i hang the stars on the sky every night… or that you want to eat me alive.”

to confirm your words true, he takes your hand and sinks his teeth on the flesh of your palm where your thumb is connected. his wide doe eyes peer at you innocently, sparkling like of a little kid eating the fluffy pancakes he’s been craving since last night.

the latter might sound like a joke to others, but jungkook does eat you alive. almost. basically. you’re not even shocked at the act anymore. soon enough, you’ll memorize the mark of his teeth carving their mark on your skin, both in sexual and non-sexual setting.

“babe,” you send him a bewildered stare. “i really don’t think i taste as good as you make me out to be.”

he parts away with his eyebrows knitted in disagreement. “not true. you’re yummy.”

“oh, shut up!” you burst into a fit of giggles. your hands automatically attempts to fly to your face, but he has your wrists bound with his secure grip. you don’t resist. you only laugh harder when your sight lands on your hands tangled together.

“there’s ____’s beautiful smile.” he coos, proceeding to pepper your face with appreciative kisses.

and you fold. your back lands on the soft mattress, and your belly starts aching from laughter when he purposely blows on the spot on your neck where you’re most ticklish. hot tears gather at the corner of your eyes, and jungkook watches them fall down your temples as his lips graze your skin and your body shakes underneath him.

tears of joy and pleasure are the only tears you’re going to shed, he promises himself. you’re going to smile and make flowers bloom everyday, he promises you and the earth.

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your teeth chattering from the cold is a shy away from your awkward smile, he notices the endearing resemblance as you shiver beside him.

“hmm, what did i tell you about cinema one?” he teasingly asks as he draws back the armrest that serves as a divider between the two of you.

“that it’s fucking cold in there-” you surrender, tone sounding annoyed. “here. whatever!”

“and who still decided to wear their smallest pieces of clothing?” he continues to taunt you while he pulls you into his body’s natural warmth.

you sigh, whether it’s in relief or annoyance, you’re not quite sure.

“i just wanted to wear my new cute clothes.” you whisper-shout.

the giant screen is still playing trailers of the upcoming movies this year, and you’re already mentally updating your calendar to accommodate them despite your hectic schedule. a two-hour vacation, you would always describe films.

he chuckles, and more shivers run down your spine at the deep and raspy sound being so close to your ear. “you do look cute today, baby.”

he catches the cloth of your skirt between his fingers, and somehow, he ends up squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh. you swallow thickly, unconsciously closing your thighs together and trapping his hand in between them.

“thank you, handsome.” you grip his wrist to move it away. you tut. “no silly business, though. i really want to watch this movie.”

his shoulders drop dramatically in disappointment. “okay… want to sit on my lap so i can keep you warm then?”

you look behind you to see that there’s no people sitting on your side, so no one’s view would get blocked if you were to agree to his proposition. the room is practically empty, with a few scattered people sitting on the sides.

you spend the first fifteen minutes of the movie in comfort and bliss, with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you. he took off his jacket earlier, and he splayed it over your lap as to not neglect the goosebumps rising all over your freezing legs.

“so stubborn,” jungkook muttered under his breath while he was taking off the jacket, an amused smile etched on his lips. you would’ve felt bad, but you knew he likes doing these things for you, so you only playfully stuck your tongue out at him.

look, to be fair, it is your first time in this cinema. you’ve been on many dates at this theater with jungkook, but for some reason, you’ve never watched a movie in cinema one until tonight. it’s cold in the other three cinemas as well, the kind of cold you’ve gotten comfortable with, so when jungkook booked the tickets last night and told you ‘it’s really cold in there, wear something warmer,’ you thought he was just being ridiculous.

hah, how cold could it possibly be? right?

fine, jungkook is right. you are stubborn.

and you prove it once more when a flashlight shines over your face. the security guard holding it approaches your seat- wait, no, jungkook’s seat. jungkook is your seat. what?!

“i’m sorry, but only one person can sit on the chair. please comply.”

you trace the direction of her eyes to find jungkook’s hands tucked underneath the jacket on your lap, resting on your inner thighs to steal their warmth. you send him a sharp glare, but it doesn’t affect him one bit. he only shrugs, obviously hiding a smirk as he pretends to be the most innocent person in the room.

you pull up the armrest next to you with a pout, slipping back into your original seat against your wishes.

“he was just warming up his hands. i promise!” you whisper not so subtly to the guard.

she only clears her throat and awkwardly nods in response, walking up the stairs to observe the rest of the movie watchers.

you bury your face in your hands as your body vibrates with mirth mixed with humiliation, and jungkook’s jaw nearly falls on the floor.

“sometimes i can’t believe you’re real. how do you never get shy?”

“i was just clearing things up!” you whine, hitting his arm using the side of a closed fist, which he massages with a squeaked ‘ouch.’ “you’re the one who put me in a compromising situation!”

“well, nobody told me taking care of my girlfriend was a crime!”

you carry on with watching the movie after that embarrassing scene, and you’ve forgotten that you’re cold until you’re uncontrollably shivering again. you begin rubbing your arms in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the goosebumps, but you eventually abandon all hope.

you sadly look over at your boyfriend to plead for help once more, but he has gotten too engrossed with the film to feel a pair of shaking pupils beseech him intensely. he finally opened the box of popcorn he’s been saving for the climax.

and he was the one who wanted to do something other than watch the movie.

you grimace.

you are no stranger to his confusing attention span.

after carefully studying the room to ensure the guard is no longer in sight, you unceremoniously climb on jungkook’s lap again. your actions cause some pieces of popcorn to fall from the box, and he scrambles to stuff them all in his mouth before the powder stains any of your clothes. yours are new, after all.

his face displays a puzzled expression, screaming i thought this was supposed to be a compromising situation?! and his soft rosy cheeks on the other hand-

“you look like a chipmunk who got caught in the headlights stealing food with its mouth full.”

the screen flashes a frame of the clear, blue sky in the aftermath of a ferocious storm. it sends the fleeting sunlight to shine on your face— just long enough for him to capture the image of how pretty you are when you giggle, and most of all, how your hand moves to cover your face, but drops on his arm before it could reach its intended destination.

he recognizes it as a conscious effort, and he feels a tug in his heart. his sweet, precious lover. you will never do anything wrong in his eyes, he thinks to himself as he hugs you closer for a kiss. the feeling of your smile against his lips might just be one of his most favorite things in the world.

he pulls away with a toothy grin to match yours, offering you the box of popcorn. the beautiful smile you claimed to not belong on your face lingers as you turn it down and sip on the lemonade instead. and then it simmers down to your usual mellow smile, to a deep frown, until your lips quiver as the resolution of the film reduces you into a puddle of tears.

jungkook likes to keep mental notes about you.

an excerpt from today:

1. how to make ____ smile? act cute.!! :)

2. how to make ____ cry? watch a son and mother reunite after eighteen long years.

p.s. i think i cried harder, but quieter ????

3. how to make ____ angry mad furious? kill off the said mother unnecessarily at the end of the movie for the sake of shu shock value.

the lights turn on all at the same time as the credits start rolling down on the plain black screen. your body slumps back on your boyfriend, drained by the series of overwhelming events that transpired in the past two hours. he waves his hand infront of your face, but your eyes remain unfocused and unblinking.

“this is the worst movie i have ever seen in my life. four out of five stars.”

he snorts at your unseriousness. “that is the most stars you’ve given this month. and it’s the 29th.”

“see? it’s the worst! i’m going to have nightmares!” you cry out with an exaggerated shudder, grabbing his forearms to envelope yourself in his embrace.

“honestly, pushing her off the cliff was a bit too mu-” his sentence gets rudely cut off when your shoulder accidentally hits his chin. you scrambled to go back to your seat, and this escalated to him accidentally biting the inside of his lower lip. the unusual mix of the bitter and salty taste of metal permeates his tongue as an unexplainable expression spreads across his face.

on the other hand, you’re too preoccupied with mischievously smiling at the guard standing down on the floor. she measures you up with a displeased look worse than earlier’s, but much to your relief, she proceeds to walk out after scanning the room one last time.

“baby!” jungkook yells in pain to grab your attention, jutting out his bottom lip to show you the wound that you inflicted.

“oh my god- shit, shit, shit-” you curse, digging your hand in your bag in search of your handkerchief. “i’m so sorry!”

you press the cloth on the bleeding, profusely apologizing to him with a wince. “i panicked! i’m sorry, i’m sorry!”

he pushes your wrist away for a moment, doe eyes squinting at you accusingly. “you just wanted to play around with her, didn’t you?”

you chew on your bottom lip, the sight of blood that has stained the handkerchief sends a pang of guilt across your chest. “sorry… her face- she was just so funny.”

“fuck, why are you like this?!” he throws his head back with a bright laugher that echoes throughout the theater. “ah, you’re so adorable!”

“come back here!” you scold him, holding his face in your hands to crane it back down.

he juts out his bottom lip again, but his body continues to vibrate with lighthearted chortles.

“does it hurt?”

“it hurts…! i think i might seriously cry!” he answers despite his high tolerance for pain, distorting the truth so that he could drown himself in the gratifying feeling of being doted on by you.

he writes another mental note as you inspect his wound, repetitive bloopers playing in the background of the love bubble the two of you share.

4. ____ likes playing games with strangers. must protect with my life.

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[sun-kissy]

gasp for air | r.l.

tw: blood, major character death

remus lupin x reader

summary: you’re on an order mission with remus and sirius when you get hurt and things go terribly wrong

You gasp as the curse hits you, stumbling backward as you immediately press your hands to your stomach. It feels as though you’ve been stabbed. The world spins before your eyes, the rows of shops in Hogsmeade snapping in and out of your hazy vision. Your back hits the wall and you look down to see your hands already painted red.

A loud string of curses can be heard from your far right as Sirius worriedly steals a quick glance at you and sees how your knees buckle, how you fall to the ground. You watch him continue to dodge hex after hex, throwing his own spells at the two masked Death Eaters growing closer towards him. You blink, and your surroundings look even blurrier. “Remus!” you hear him scream, his voice cracking with panic. “Remus! Check on Y/N! I’ll hold them off.” You try to tell him that it’s okay; you’re fine, but you don’t seem to have the energy to say a word.

From way in front of you, Remus turns around, and you see all the color drain from his face. You attempt to smile but it comes out as more of a grimace as you press your hands tighter to your bleeding stomach. He abandons his duel and runs toward you at once, his knees making a sickening sliding sound as he drops to the ground in his rush to get to your side. Everything looked like little black dots, like stars right now. Was that supposed to happen?

“Y/N, dove,” he breathes, inching closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, gently pulling you nearer to him. You shudder at the pain that simple movement causes to the gash in your stomach. Remus is staring at you now, worry etched all over his face, his breathing fast and ragged. You frown. You really wanted to smoothen the crease between his eyebrows and trace the scars on his face to calm him, like you always did. So you lift your hand to do just that, but your exertion only lets you raise your trembling arm halfway before it drops back onto the ground.

He makes a wrangled sort of noise in his throat, bringing his hand to cup your cheek and keep your face upright. “Hey,” he warbles, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. I got you, alright?”

When your boyfriend said you were gonna be okay, he was usually right. When you know, you know, they say. And right now was the moment you knew. You knew he was wrong. His glossy brown eyes meet your half-lidded ones, and you shake your head. “I don’t think so,” you murmur.

“No,” he says louder, his voice trembling with panic and desperation and oh- pain, so much pain that you wished you could squeeze him into a hug. But you can’t. The wound in your abdomen throbs harder and faster, the pain taking over your senses as you fight to keep your eyes open. “No. Don’t you dare say that. You are not dying today, okay? You are not dying on me,” his voice goes quiet and breaks at the last sentence. Tears start to dribble down his cheeks as he lovingly cradles you in his arms.

You glance up at his tear-streaked face, and you feel your own eyes start to water. An ache gnaws at you and you have no clue whether it’s from the gash on your stomach or your heart breaking into a million pieces. “Remus-“ “No!” he cries again, starting to sob. “No. Just- just stay quiet. Save your energy.”

“Remus,” you say again with all the strength you can muster. The weakness in your voice seems to make him want to listen, and he hiccups with tears but doesn’t interrupt you. “Listen to me. You’re gonna be fine, okay? You’re gonna be fine without me.” He shakes his head vigorously, his body now starting to wrack with sobs. He’s unable to say anything anymore, and so are you. Your eyelids start to feel heavier and your abdomen throbs with pain.

“Love,” you mumble more urgently now, your breathing starting to slow. “I need you to keep…. keep fighting. Can you do that? For me?” Remus looks at you with so much love and anger that the one person whom he loved most was being taken away from him. For a second, you feared he would disagree. But he looks you in the eye and nods slightly, grasping you tighter as though the strength of his hold on you would save you from death. You muster a grateful smile for him, and he softens, crying quietly as he wipes the tears off your cheeks.

Remus bends down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you can feel his lips quiver. “I love you,” he chokes out, his expression pained but full of affection. You feel his soft breath on your forehead as he utters the words. You open your mouth; meaning to say it back. But all that comes out is a gasp for air as the world turns pitch black.

[joostyklein]

first off, i hope your break is going well, only post this when you want to and have time!

second...i've been having ski aggu masked sex brainrot 😶‍🌫️ could i request the best fic writer on here to indulge me??

cw; RPF! p in v, badly written, clit stimulation, spitting, afab!rdr

aggu and you were sat on the sofa on a lazy sunday, your head rested on the middle of his lap as the tv played some random german programme, lashes batting against your cheek for a moment, before speaking up.

“august?”

a second of silence before he glanced down at your, brows furrowing together in curiosity at your tone.

“ja, mein schatz?”

“i have a question.”

you pushed yourself up with your shoulders, sitting up normally now beside him; his large hand moving to engulf your thigh comfortingly, thumb rubbing along the inside, waiting.

“do you have any masks? like.. a balaclava?”

it wasn’t a strange question, he’s been askedweirder. the german just nodded, looking back at the television as you sighed gently; head falling limply against his shoulder.

a few days later, and man’s head was nestled between your clothes cunt and your plushy thighs, tongue licking a long line up the middle of your cunt, your brows knitting at the tingly sensation. fingers clasping around the blonde locks.

“aggu, can you wear the mask?”

he paused, chuckling against your covered arousal, sitting up for a minute before leaning over to his dresser, rifling through the accessories before lifting a black mask, sliding it over his head.

“you’re very demanding, liebling.”

tugging your panties down, his boxers followed suit as his throbbing cock ached in the breeze of air, precum spilling from his reddened cock.

god, he looked fucking hot in that mask; his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you.

the mask ghosted over your cheek, his cock traced along your arousal—before slowly pushing himself inside your entrance, your lips pursing in pleasure while your nose scrunched, sighing shakily until his whole cock was pushed deep inside your cunt.

“oh, you’re tight, aren’t you?”

“mmhhhh..aggu, bitte.”

chuckling into the valley of your breasts, he slowly moved his hips forward and back in a languid motion, middle and index finger rubbing slow circles on your needy clit—hips shifting upwards into the feeling.

the man kept his rhythm steady, before his pace picked up—sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, muffled groans leaving his lips beneath the mask, slapping your thigh.

“oh, gosh—ohmygosh, august—i’m so close.”

all you could do was whimper and cry into the air as your teeth dug into your lower-lip, hand reaching up to cup the fabric of the mask lovingly, thumb fading over his cheek.

that familiar heat built in your lower stomach as he lifted his mask to spit on your slick pussy, rubbing your pearl quickly as you clenched around him with a quietened squeal, his hand covering your mouth as he slammed into you, eyes pressing shut with a low groan.

a few lazy hammers after, he pulled out and fucked his fist above your tummy, til’ white strings of cum were spilling along your abdomen.

“i think i like this.”

the german said, referring to the mask as he slid it over his sweaty face and chucked it to the floor, kissing your collarbone.

“so do i.”

was all you could whisper, scratching his head.

[chvnnie]

dad minho pls smth short :)

only for you >:(

me, not even five minutes ago: my weakness in my asks are dad skz

anny, sitting across the couch from me: hehehehe

Minho is sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Feet flat, knees up and pressed together. The baby covers the expanse of his thighs; beanie clad head resting on his knees while her legs scrunch, feet pressing on his stomach.

So tiny. So perfect. Only a few days together, and he’s convinced nothing in this world will ever compare to her. Pieced together, made of star and beams of bright light. Sleeping on his leg, making teeny noises as her eyes twitch.

“What are you dreaming about?” His voice is lighter than air, hands cupping her tiny head. His thumb traces the edge of the beanie, her name lovingly stitched onto the deep purple fabric.

She has his nose. That was the first thing he noticed when the doctor laid her on your chest, face scrunched as cried for the first time. It may have been too soon to tell, maybe his ego is big—

“Min.” Your eyes are watery when you beam up at your husband, cradling your newborn to your bare chest. “She’s your twin.”

It’s like every good part of him was taken into consideration during her creation. Minho can’t seem to fathom it; how could he have helped bring life to the brightest star in the universe?

She starts to stretch, little arms curling up towards her shoulders. Small smacks of her lips, head rolling to the other side.

“Is nap time over?”

A little scrunch of her nose. Protest. Minho chuckles, learning down to kiss her soft forehead.

How has he only known her for five days, yet it feels like a lifetime?

The soft sound of your footsteps echos through the quiet house. “Is she still snoozing?”

Minho hums. His head moves like he’s going to look at you, but fuck, how could he ever stop staring at her? Awe isn’t a good enough word. Is he even worthy of being her father?

You sit down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. The bright light in the center of the room covering you, pulling you in as it did him. Your pointer fingers gently rubs the back of her hand until it opens, tiny fist wrapping around her mother’s finger.

“How are you feeling?” Minho asks, tearing himself away from hypnosis long enough to kiss the top of your head.

“Achy. Thanks for letting me take a bath—“

“Oh, stop.” He clicks his tongue, though there’s no malicious. “Silly things like that don’t deserve thanks. You are allowed time to yourself, love.”

When you smile, he sees her. Lips curling in a similar fashion, cheeks rounding out. While she only got the absolute perfect parts of him, she got everything of you.

The sun who taught the star how to shine.

“How did we get so lucky?”

Minho has never stopped asking himself that.

The knock on the door is light, yet it still startles the baby. Barely making a fuss, her eyes start to blink open. Unhappy about her nap being cut so short.

But that bitterness is short lived. The second Minho hands her to you, she lights up again. Happy little coos as Mama snuggles her close. Papa walks up to the door, not even having to check to know who’s out there.

“Let me see the baby.” Is all Seungmin says before he pushes his way into the house, making a beeline to the sink to wash his hands.

“Nah, it’s cool, she wasn’t sleeping or anything.”

“I won’t wait another day!”

The puppy’s hands are clean, practically bouncing over to where you’re sitting on the ground. Leaving the entire group he left with behind at the front door. With a roll of his eyes, Minho turns to his friends, greeting all of them with hugs. Changbin brought a giant box of diapers — “My wife wouldn’t let me leave the house without them.” He says before dropping the heavy box by the door. “It should last you a good…ten years.” — while Felix brought baked goods. Jisung’s baby is strapped to his chest, her hair sticking up in every direction (“You know I can’t leave the house without her.”). Finally, he greets Chan.

“How are you feeling?” His older friend asks as he hugs him.

“I’m good.” Minho claps his back, breaking from the hold. He takes a step back to let him inside before shutting the door. “Still doesn’t feel…real.”

Chan smiles at him. “It won’t for a while.” Following his gaze, the new father’s breath is taken away at the sight. Starlight, smiling up at the planets huddled around her. Bouncing in the arms of the sun. “And honestly, that’s the best part.”

The entire universe on earth. Just for Minho.

[nekomacheercaptain]

This is a small birthday gift for @standfucker !!! Happy birthday! 🥳

Reader is in an established relationship with Killer, and he asks her what she wants for her birthday. She admits a sexual fantasy where she’s used by two men —> Kid joins, and safeword and rules are established offscreen

Pairing: Killer x fem! reader x Kid

Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 4,5K

Content: female reader, rough sex, threesome,, double penetration, choking, hair pull blowjob, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, creampie, nipple worship, marking,, buttplug, anal sex, dacryphilia, light bondage (Kid using his metal arm to restrain you), dom / sub dynamic, dom! Killer, dom! Kid, sub! reader

“It’s almost your birthday, baby,” vibrations surged across your neck at his words, and you grew giddy on his lap, “and you haven’t said a word about your wish.”

You sighed, hands busy playing with his thick mane of hair, “I don’t need anything with you like this.”

He scoffed. “Good try, but you’re getting something, you’ve been quiet these past few weeks,” damn him being so observant, “tell me what you want.”

He pulled away, but not before he cupped your face while stroking his thumbs lovingly across your cheeks. His deep blue eyes, mysterious just like the ocean, locked gaze with yours, even through his disheveled bangs.

Your hands wrapped around his thick forearms, stroking his skin, “It’s nothing really, you don’t have to get me any-“

“Y/n,” oh god, anything but that, “I can tell you’re hiding something.”

And with those eyes he knew were your kryptonite, you couldn’t hold in your… fantasy any longer. The fantasy of being used by him and someone else in the rawest and most genuine sense of the word. And just maybe that someone else was the captain of the ship and your boyfriend’s best friend.

“Okay, fuck it,” noting the way you mentally prepared to tell him, he was quick to reassure you with a small peck on your nose, knowing how it always made you laugh. If even only a little.

“It’s fine, princess, whatever you want, it’s fine, okay?” 

The both of you sighed as he pushed his forehead against yours, just breathing in sync before you answered him.

“Okay…”

“So,” and once again you could see his eyes, expectant as they looked for something to uncover in yours, “I have this fantasy….”

You almost regretted opening this conversation with Kid sitting across from you with his hand behind his head on the wall and his feet tossed on the table, a huge, disgusting grin covering his entire face.

“Desperate for my dick, huh?”

“That’s literally not what I said.”

“Oh, doll, you didn’t have to say it for me to know,” he lowered his head, looking at you like a predator would lock its eyes on a prey, “those eyes of yours haven’t been able to resist me.”

And he knew he got you when your eyes widened, his head back to rest against his hands, looking down at you past his nose, and he clicked his tongue.

“You haven’t been discreet, doll,” nothing would have pleased you more than to rub the cocky smirk off his face, “I wasn’t even thinking of any birthday gifts, but if my dick down your throat is all you want, who am I to say no?”

And he laughed when you rolled your eyes, though a small wave of warmth pooled down to your core at the thought of being on your knees in front of your captain.

“We’re going to establish some rules first,” Killer finally spoke next to you, seeing how Kid was already far beyond undressing you with his eyes, “so babe, tell him what you had in mind.”

And for the next hour you had to pretend like your panties weren’t drenched because of confessions of fantasies in explicit detail before boundaries, rules and a safeword were in place. All that was left to do was wait for your big day.

“He’ll be here soon,” Killer traced his lips softly over your neck while his hands fondled your breasts over your shirt as he sat behind you, chest against your back, “there’s still time to pull back, in case you don’t want to anymore.”

“And risk him calling me a pussy?” you laughed, melting against his touch with a sigh, “Not a chance.”

He grumbled in response, wanting you to take it seriously, “Remember your safeword?”

“Mhm”

“Say it”

You placed your hands over his, forcing him to squeeze your boobs harder, “Curry. There, happy?”

“Very,” one of his hands slid down your body before gripping your thigh, spreading your legs apart to press his fingers against your clothed cunt, reveling in the small moans that escaped your lips, “Gonna be good for us today? We’re being nice to indulge in your fantasy, after all.”

“Mhm,” suddenly words couldn’t muster inside of your brain as his fingers rubbed up and down your slit before easily finding your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Killer quickly let his freehand grasp your chin, threatening to choke you if it went lower, and his voice was dark as he whispered into your ear, “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, Kil, I’m gonna be good!”

Killer smirked against your skin before peppering kisses onto the corner of your neck, his hand falling from your chin to play with your breast once again.

It didn’t take long until Killer’s fingers pulled your panties aside to dive into your pussy. The sounds of squelching and your moans built up quickly and bounced off the walls, before your ears instinctively perked up at the sound of heavy steps approaching.

“You’re ready?” Killer’s breath was hot against your skin, using both of his hands to spread your legs in his lap, preparing Kid to a welcoming sight once he came through the door.

With eager nods and vocal consent, Killer whispered into your ear again, words meant to be shared only between you two, “Happy birthday, princess.”

The footsteps stopped outside of your door before the captain came barging in, about to say something stupid before he stopped in his tracks at the view of you; disheveled hair, a thin layer of sweat covering your exposed skin, and your legs spread wide with Killer’s fingers once again fucking you slowly as they were covered in your slick.

“Oh fuck me, the birthday party has already started?” Kid wore an expectant smile and hungry eyes as he took in the scene displayed in front of him, slamming the door behind before strutting towards you.

“She’s an impatient little thing,” Killer snickered into your neck, while cold metal met the skin of your chin lifting your gaze to meet the captain.

“Oh really? She’s that eager to be stuffed full?” they were already talking like your voice didn’t matter, and it was enough for you to let out a deep moan as Killer suddenly went knuckles deep inside of you, “Didn’t know we had a little slut on our crew.”

Kid’s eyes flickered over your still dressed body, and felt himself twitch in his pants at your lust filled eyes begging for his touch. And that filthy mouth of his. A dangerous smile lurked on his face as his flesh hand replaced his metal one, thumb stroking over your lips.

“Bet she would let Heat and Wire fuck her too.”

The thought of your even bigger crewmates using you as well was a thought that hadn’t crossed your mind too often, but your body couldn’t hide how the fantasy affected you. Killer laughed softly against your skin when he felt you clamp around his fingers, but decided to not speak on it.

“Now, princess,” your eyes widened at how good the petname sounded from his lips, “I hope you’re not planning on walking for the next few days.”

Kid’s thumb pressed past your lips, and smirked when you sucked him in, tongue wrapping around his digit. Killer’s fingers pulled out to tug at the hem of your shirt, making you sigh at the sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again. No needing to be filled again.

“She’s lucky she’s off duty,” Killer started, pulling the shirt up to reveal your breasts, his fingers tugging at your nipples, knowing how sensitive you were, “meaning we don’t have to hold back.”

Something shifted inside of Kid at his friend’s words, and seeing you so exposed. The captain had seen you in only bandages after a tough battle and revealing clothing before. But seeing you flushed and whimpering beneath him against Killer’s chest had him questioning things. How could something ever compare to this when he went out those doors again?

Pushing his thoughts aside to instead push his thumb deeper into your mouth, Kid laughed softly when small gagging sounds erupted from you as he met the back of your throat, adoring how your eyes started to glaze over. Tears started to build up in the corner of your eyes as he tested your limit. But still, he wasn’t going to go easy on you.

“Oh come on, princess, you’re starting to cry just because of my thumb?” he quirked down at you, taking a mental picture of your eyes staring back at him through your lashes, lips looking irresistible with the way they wrapped around his digit, and he couldn’t wait for how they would look stretched around his girth, “I bet you can’t even take my cock.”

He knew you too well, knowing a challenge coming from him could never go past you. His thumb slid out of your mouth to stroke your cheek as he knew he had won you over. Your hands found his belt, fumbling in what could only be described as impatient frustration to unbuckle them while staring back up at him in defiance, making him laugh in expectation.

You were not prepared for what fell out of his pants, the widening of your eyes and the way your mouth fell open exposing your shock. The same reaction you always had with Killer, no matter how many times you had seen his cock spring free in your face. Kid’s length hung heavy in front of you in all its girth and glory, making its intimidating presence known in the room. And it wasn't even hard yet.

“What? Starting to regret this or something?” Kid snickered down at you, hand snaking to the back of your head, “Too late for that, princess.”

His metalhand carried his heavy cock in his palm before guiding it to your mouth, your lips instinctively parting wide open, causing him to groan at the heat meeting the sensitive head of his cock as you enveloped your warm, soft lips around him.

“Fuck,” Kid growled, his hand pressing the back of your head towards him, his girth pressing further into your mouth until it met resistance, drinking in the small sounds of chokes and gags coming from your struggle to adjust his size.

Killer had softened his ministrations on your nipples, but with a devious smile pressed against your neck he tugged hard before palming your breasts, drinking in the sound of your muffled moans causing small vibrations around Kid’s cock.

Kid couldn’t hold back his groan at the sensation, hand suddenly grasping your hair right, “Shit - ngh - what a mouth! You fucking love this, don’t you, huh?”

Not allowing you to respond, Killer’s hand traced down your body until his fingers were enveloped by your slick folds again, teasing his digits up and down your slit, causing you to whimper and buck your hips against him.

“She really does,” Killer chimed in, noting how your chest was heaving, legs shaking when he rubbed over your clit and how vocal you were even with Kid’s cock down your throat, “and she feels good, doesn’t she?”

And he would know - thinking of how your tight throat struggled to take him when you first became intimate, how you would be so insecure about taking him  because you were afraid you wouldn’t be good enough. How wrong you were.

Killer was obsessed with the sight of your eyes looking up at him seeking validation, falling harder in love when you took him in further when he praised you, even if tears were rolling down your cheeks. The hot, wet cavern of your mouth would forever be one of his biggest weaknesses, just the mere thought of how your throat had adjusted to him so nicely after all this time could have him on the verge of staining his pants. How could someone have the first mate (and soon the captain) of the feared Kid pirates weak in the knees? 

Kid started a brutish rhythm in and out of your mouth, feeling drool fall past your chin and melt against his heavy balls at each thrust, “Yeah, fuck, she feels so fucking good!”

Kid smiled down at you in disbelief, still stroking your cheek, drinking in your muffled moans and cries, suddenly pushing your nose against the soft hair of his base when you instinctively sucked him as Killer’s fingers fucked your pussy again.

“Fuck!!” Kid’s moan came out bellowed and deep, and he kept your head still for a few moments as he wallowed in the bliss your poor throat provided him, cutting your airway. 

The lightheadedness enhanced the pleasure Killer provided you, making you grind against his hand, your neediness for release taking over. With a pat of your hand against Kid’s thigh, he realized you needed a break for air, and you gasped loudly when his fully hard cock slipped past your lips, a string of saliva still connected between you.

His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, drying away the drool, and looked at you with nothing but lust and hunger as he bent down to kiss you roughly while cupping your chin, not caring if his teeth clashed with yours.

“Killer’s already prepared your pussy, huh?” he groaned against your mouth, hearing the squelching of Killer’s fingers thrusting into you, and you only hummed in response, feeling a knot in your stomach getting tighter.

“And her ass,” Killer boasted, biting your neck softly while pinching and flicking your nipple to make you moan louder, knowing you were close by the way your walls were fluttering around his fingers.

Kid scoffed a laugh before leaving your lips to chase after air, allowing you to moan and breathe freely, “Really? And you haven’t shown me yet?”

“She needs to cum first,” Killer whispered into your ear, his hand letting go of your almost sore breast to your neck, knowing exactly how to place his hand to elevate your pleasure, squeezing tight, “isn’t that right, princess, hm?”

Kid smirked, getting the memo. And while locking eyes with you the captain slowly fell to his knees, getting on head-level with you, just to lean in and capture your right nipple with his mouth. His tongue riddled with expertise licked over your nub, sending an electrical shock down your spine, and your hands shot to his hair. A bellowed grunt rose from the captain as you pulled at his roots, needing to relieve some tension, just needing something to grasp as you felt yourself reaching your peak.

“You want to cum, baby? Gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?” Killer’s fingers increased their pace inside of you, going even deeper, making sure to hit your sweet spot that had your legs spasming over his thighs and your voice calling his name like a sacred prayer.

“Yes, please! - fuck- m’gonna be good!” and the two men both smiled against you, savoring your desperate voice.

“Then cum,” Killer’s deep baritone in your ear pushed you over the edge as white dominated your vision and you held your breath as you rode your high, hips spasming against your lover’s touch and hands pulled at your captain’s hair for dear life.

Sound was blocked out as you experienced pure euphoria, going limp against your boyfriend, who pulled his fingers out of you and made Kid remove his lips from your sensitive breast, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you came back to them. Though, not without an exhausted smile and glazed eyes.

“You always forget to breathe, baby,” Killer noted when you started tracing your hand over his forearm, “are you ready to continue?”

You threw your head over his shoulder with a small laugh, still catching your breath, “yes!”

Killer always looked so pretty spread out beneath you, his hair splayed on the bed like a treasure-covered beach, all for you to admire. With your hands digging into the soft muscles of his breasts, steadying yourself as your captain seated behind you, you smiled down at him. And you swore firework explodes in your stomach when he smiled back, his hand lifted up to cup your cheek, with you gladly leaning into his touch.

“Fuck, alright, stop the sappy shit,” Kid laughed behind you before gripping your hair at the scalp, forcing your back into a harsh arc to look at him, “save that for when I’m done with you.”

He smirked when you groaned at the position, but being an asshole, he put his metalhand over your ass, covering all of your skin. And Killer really shouldn’t have prepared your ass before your guest of honor arrived. And especially not have left the buttplug.

With a small push of his metal palm the plug thrusted further inside of you, and it was enough for you to lose your entire composure, jolting forward like you wished to crawl away from the sensation. Kid had found something way better than any kids could ever find at a candy store, the joy he felt was unmatched.

“Fuck, are you really that sensitive?” 

“No, I’m not, fuck off,” a pathetic attempt at defiance came from you, even with a small shiver in your tone, and he grinned at you in a way only an insane man would.

“You’re not sensitive?” his palm pushed forwards again, but this time he set a rhythm on the plug inside of you, making it massage your walls so deliciously your breath wouldn’t come out.

Killer watched the scene in front of him with curious eyes, seeing your breasts pushed forward because of the position and how your arms were already about to give out. And they hadn’t even fucked you yet. And he hissed when your nails clawed at his pecs when Kid switched to use his thumb on the toy inside of you.

“You can’t even breathe, princess, don’t fucking lie to me,” and without a warning he pulled the plug out of you with a nasty, wet squelch, “we’re about to test how sensitive you really are.”

Kid let go of your hair and rear to fish the bottle of lube from the night stand, making you fall forwards, Killer having to steady your shoulders to keep you from falling completely. A sudden grunt from Killer made you weary of his cock pressing at your entrance, meaning Kid was impatient and took matters into his own hands. You instinctively pushed your hips down, moaning while feeling his girth spread you open, a dull pain growing the deeper you got. 

“Fuck, you always feel so big,” you managed to whine out with a small laugh, making him chuckle beneath you, eyes shut close in pleasure feeling your pussy hug him tight. Kid’s hands snaked to your hips, squeezing tight as he set the rhythm for you, your breasts bouncing with the movements, and your cute voice begging him to go slower. As if.

He admired the view of your ass jiggling with each thrust, continuing his fun using you as sex doll on his best friend until he couldn’t handle the blood pumping in his cock, precum leaking from his tip smearing against your rear. He leaned over you once your hips stopped, licking and kissing your nape as he pressed his lubed cock at your hole, making you whimper when he pushed the head of his cock into your heat.

“Oh shit,” he was barely even inside and you felt so full already, your nails drawing blood from Killer who soothed his thumbs over the skin on your shoulders. And who was enjoying the view, taking in how adorable you looked with your mouth open as you were gasping and whimpering, eyes shut and brows knitted prettily together to endure the unfamiliar fullness taking over your body.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Kid groaned, pulling out before thrusting back in, forcing himself deeper. And you let out the most beautiful, breathless  moan that neither of the men had heard before, while your eyes started watering again. 

“Oh my god, yes!” the stretching of your hole had gone from feeling slightly painful to pleasurable, and you forced a bellowed growl from Kid when your hips pushed back to take more of him.

“Our little slut is getting greedy, huh? Getting cockdrunk, huh?” Kid teased you before using his large metal hand to pick up your arms as a restraint, setting a small pace with his hips, wanting to stretch your hole to accommodate all of him. Killer softly bucked his hips into you, matching Kid’s thrusts who daringly increased his pace, while his hands found your cute, perky nipples begging for his touch. Encouraged by your moans getting high-pitched and drool escaping your mouth as your brain was fucked into nothing but mush, they both selfishly thrust into you with no remorse.

“Such a good girl, taking us so well,” Killer groaned, and your chest swelled at his praise, pushing back to meet both of their thrusts with a small yell of what could be pure mumbling or a mixture of their names. Either option being music to their ears. 

Small exclamations came out breathlessly from your lips as their cocks massaged your walls so heavenly, like they rubbing against each other solely to break your body. Or your mind may be a better option, since they were already stuffing you to your limit, your legs shaking beneath you, the only thing keeping you up being Kid’s robotic arm that had killed too many men to possibly count. You were sure he could fuck you laying in its palm, no struggle at all.

That familiar knot tightened in your body once again as the two picked up their pace, each slamming into the most delicious and delicate parts of your body that had tears staining your cheeks from how good it felt, crying out their names; nothing but the two giants being on your mind, fucking you stupid. Cries, the squelching from both of your hoes, and the sound of skin slapping against skin created a filthy scene that would have embarrassed you. But you couldn’t give less of a shit how much of a whorehouse it sounded når smelled like, chasing an ever better high than you had previously, begging your partners to fuck you harder.

And they didn’t have to be asked twice, feeling themselves reaching the end too. Kid pulled your arms harder, creating the perfect arch of your back as he made sure you took all of him with each hard, rough thrust he gave you. He sounded like a wild animal, a beast in heat, where he pounded into you, not caring how sore you would be. And Killer stabilized himself one one of his elbows, managing to get more leverage to piston his hips against yours, using his freehand to play with your nipple just the way you liked as he saw your eyes roll to the back of your head, and mouth hanging open in sudden quiet chokes.

And you had reached your peak; vision turning white with static stars flowing past, and unable to breathe properly because it felt so good. It was another plane of thrill and existence you never wanted to leave now that you had been granted access.

“Holy shit, she’s fucking gone,” Kid groaned out, a hint of humor in his tone as he felt you clench around him, falling heavy under his grasp.

“First time she’s - ngh fuck! - been like this!” Killer managed to say before thrusting himself deep inside of you, grunting as he painted your insides white, feeling his hot seed dribble out of your entrance, and to his hips. Kid was the last to come, throwing his head backwards as he pushed himself as far into your canal as he possibly could before hot spurts of cum filled you up, before he pulled out. His cum oozed out and mixed with Killer’s that messily decorated your pussy. Kid carefully dropped your arms and let you fall onto Killer’s chest, before he himself fell beside the two of you to catch his breath.

When you came to, you were sweaty and gasping for air, with Killer’s calloused hands playing with your hair and stroking your back. You groaned at the mess between your legs, already feeling sticky.

“Fuck…” Kid whispered beside you, causing you to turn your head, “that was… something”.

He had a smile of disbelief as he faced you, and he seemed so different when he wasn’t grinning at you like a jerk. You laughed, exasperated, noting a small hoarseness already in your voice, all thanks to him.

“Yeah, it sure was”

Killer was silent and content, basking in the comfortable space you had created while cuddling you. But he hummed in agreement, letting you know he was happy with what had just taken place too.

“Wouldn’t mind doing it again,” you blurted out, brain still not working entirely, and Kid’s eyes widened before he quickly shook it away and smirked.

“You loved my dick that much, hm?” and you managed to make your captain blush by letting your eyes travel to his softening cock and smile like an idiot.

“Okay, you perv, stop looking,” his hand unfortunately went to cover himself and you laughed. So he could actually be flustered? Good to know.

Killer chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours, “we’ll talk about it another time when we’re not naked, alright?”

You nodded, tracing the claw marks you created on his chest, feeling your cheeks heat up at the thought of what you had just done.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Killer said and kissed the top of your head, although your hair was sweaty, “hope we managed to grant your wish.”

Kid turned back to you, the blush still visible on his cheeks, and he actually gave you a sincere smile, “Yeah, happy birthday.”

And with nothing but raw exhaustion taking over your body, it didn’t take you long until you fell asleep on your boyfriend’s body while he played with your hair and started chatting with your captain about what supplies the ship was getting low on. Like they hadn’t just fucked your soul out of you.

I hope this came out to your liking, Zen! <3 And thank you to everyone else reading this!

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[lendeah]

Hey I saw ur recent thing about astarion/durge w scars and I raise to Astarion/Tav with a shit ton of scars they actually do have stories for (either really dumb or really cool or kinda traumatic) and astarry just lovingly traces them and asks about them

YES!!! I love the idea.

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for asking! 🤍🫶🏻

Astarion loved tracing the little scars dotting your body. Even in moments of exhaustion, as you both lay on the bedroll after a arduous day of battle, he would gently trace the intricate lines of your skin with lazy fascination.

"Now, I bet this one has a story worth hearing," he drawls, caressing with his finger along the long scar on your arm.

You let out a small chuckle and decide to humor him. "This one here? That was from a sword fight. I was trying to protect my brother because he had been having an affair with a married woman, and it got pretty intense. I ended up taking a pretty bad hit, but luckily I lived through it."

The vampire cocks an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "So let me get this straight," he drawls, "you got this scar defending your brother's honor from a scorned lover? Sounds like your brother could have used some self-defense lessons."

You shrug "I guess, but he is my brother. I couldn't just let him struggle on his own. Besides, I'm the better fighter of the two of us." you say with a smirk.

A mischievous chuckle escapes his lips, "Always the hero, huh?" he lets out a resigned sigh, but his eyes glint playfully. "You know, your stubborn selflessness isn't the most attractive trait."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what is my most attractive trait to you?"

Astarion chuckles, then brings his cold fingers to your forehead, gently brushing the skin there, "This scar above your eye? It's quite the attractive feature. Really adds to your whole intimidating aura," he purrs, "I must hear the tale behind it."

You roll your eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to you. "Ugh, that one gave me nightmares for weeks." You say with a grimace. "I was being chased by an angry tabern owner because I may or may not have stolen some of his ale. Anyway, he caught up to me and I fought him off as best as I could, but he still managed to get a knife to my face." You shudder at the memory and the thought of your mother's scolding afterwards.

Astarion chuckles, "Oh darling, you? Stealing? And ale, of all things? Positively scandalous. I find it hard to believe."

You give him a playful glare, "Oh please, I was young and reckless. Plus, the ale was really good."

He shakes his head in disbelief, but the fondness in his eyes is unmistakable. As he takes your hand in his, his soft fingers tracing over the familiar lines and curves, you feel a warmth spread through your chest. His thumb gently traces the jagged scar on your palm, "This one looks like a fish bone" He says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes "Yeah, well, I got that one in an attempt to save my friends when I was young." you say "We were out at sea enjoying the warm weather, when suddenly a massive creature emerged from the depths. It had razor-sharp teeth and writhing tentacles, and before we knew it, our boat was under attack. I reached out to help my friends and next thing I know, I'm tangled up in this thing's grasp. Thank the gods a wizard happened to witness our struggle and put down the beast. Lesson learned: never underestimate the power of the ocean's creatures."

He rolls his eyes back, "Of course the heroic, strong, selfless and pretty one would make something like that sound like a normal and not crazy thing to do." He looks back at your hand, "But no worries, darling, your hand is just fine. In fact, it's quite charming in its own rugged way." He says, taking your palm to his lips, making you shiver. Despite his teasing, there is a genuine admiration in his voice that warms your heart. His hand then moves up to cup your cheek. "You certainly have an interesting collection of scars."

You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of happiness and vulnerability. No one has ever taken the time to truly listen to your stories before, let alone find them interesting. But with Astarion, it feels different, like he sees you for who you truly are, flaws and all.

"Back home, some people said I was a monster because of them" you say, gesturing to the marks on your body, "but I like them, I think they all have a story behind them worth telling."

Astarion raises an eyebrow, "People called you a monster? What foolishness."

You shrug, "It's just how things were back in my hometown. They were afraid of anything different or out of the ordinary."

A playful glint dances in his eyes and his sharp fangs glisten. "Oh, I'm sure I'm a real nightmare to them," he quips with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, "Well, it's not every day someone meets a charming vampire like yourself."

Astarion leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin. "You know, I never tire of hearing your stories. You always manage to surprise me."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, but before you can respond, Astarion leans in and presses his lips against yours softly. It's sweet and gentle, but also filled with unspoken words and emotions, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you both lose yourselves in each other.

When you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathless and smiling. "I could listen to your stories all day," he murmurs.

"Well, lucky for you I have plenty more where those came from." you reply with a teasing grin. "Ah, but what about your scars?"

Astarion's playful smirk returns as he starts tracing your skin again. "Oh, mine? They come from a life of bloodlust and and danger."

[oneangstymotherfucker]

Sebastian Taking Ciel's Soul...

Sebastian caught the tips of his glove between his teeth, slipping it off before setting Ciel gently down to slip off the other.

Ciel took a deep sigh. It was okay. Sebastian's slowness put him a little at ease. Ciel wasn't nervous-

But maybe he was.

The demon looked deep into his eyes, hands delicately cupping his face.

"Bocchan," he said softly.

Ciel blinked at him, both naked eyes looking into his butlers, the person he had depended on, the person who had given him everything, the person he was ready to die for-

squish.

Sebastian's hands gently squished Ciel's cheeks. Patted them. Squished them again. Wiggled his ears. Squished his cheeks again.

This went on for some minutes.

"...Sebastian."

"Ah,"

"Don't play with your food."

Sebastian smiled a slow evil little smile.

"Bocchan," he repeated, more serious than the last, "are you ready?"

"Yes." Ciel said, with much more confidence than he felt.

"Well then," Sebastian said, leaning a little closer. Ciel took a deep breath.

Squish.

"Sebastian!"

"Apologies, young master," Sebastian said, hands visibly restraining themselves from going again, "you are nearly too pretty to eat."

He was going to miss Ciel's cheeks more than anything else, Ciel mused with annoyance.

Then a cool finger slid under Ciel's chin.

"I would like to kiss you. Is that all right?"

Ciel was taken aback by the question. He knew his turn was over and he was Sebastian's to toy with now, but this didn't make any sense!

"Wha-what? Why?" He stammered, hoping his hot cheeks weren't too obvious.

"Is it not what humans do, when they feel this way?" Sebastian asked, that terreible look of innocent sincerity on his perfect face.

"What way Sebastian?" Ciel demanded, palms sweating against the hems of his trousers he'd been gripping.

"Ciel," he whispered, his name sounding like sugary poison on his breath.

Ciel's heart was pounding. His face was hotter than hell and his hands grabbed Sebastian's wrists.

He could kill this bloody demon!!!!

"How long?!?!" He blurted.

"Since what?" Sebastian blinked.

"How long have you- have you-"

"Loved you?" Sebastian asked, the finger under his chin joined by a thumb barely brushing Ciel's lip. It was good Sebastian had finished the sentance, because there was no more air in Ciel's lungs with which to speak.

"Several months now," he said simply.

"Fuck you," Ciel said, tears falling from his eyes despite him trying his hardest not to let them.

Months?!?! Months. Months of Sebastian's silence in the face of Ciel's agony, only now to be broken when he had maybe minutes left???

"Bocchan," he whispered, even closer and gentler despite Ciel's rage.

"Fuck you," Ciel repeated, more broken than before, leaning in to close the distance, suprising his demon butler as their lips finally met.

It was hot, it was too much, it was so much more than Ciel had imagined it (and oh, he had imagined it so many times!)- maybe this was how Sebastian was to eat his soul, for surely it had left his body! Left him hot and hollow and full of feeling, a beating heart and a boiling pool of blood!

Sebastians hands ran soothingly down Ciel's body even as he cried and kissed him more hungrily than the demon himself.

"Bocchan," he whispered, so lovingly, so gently, every time Ciel was forced to break for air.

"Fuck you," Ciel groaned back each time, tears rolling freely down his face. Suddenly he pulled away, done with the pain of Sebastian's teasing.

"Do it then," he all but begged, his pounding heart broken in his chest.

"Do what?" Sebastian blinked.

"Take it. My soul. If we can't- if it must be, let it be over. Please. I can't anymore."

Sebastian's face flickered evilly but rested into a gentle smile, his thumb tracing Ciel's jaw.

"Oh bocchan," he said, softer than gossamer- "your soul has been mine for a very long time. Hasn't it?"

Ciel fell forward onto Sebastian's chest, finally letting it all out, overwhelmed with all his feelings.

How dare he!! How dare he do this to him, put him through so much, make him hurt so exquisetely!! How dare he defeat him!! How dare he make it feel so good to be defeated!!!

Sebastian ran his hands over his back, letting him take his time before Ciel nodded-

"yes," he practically whined, "so long-", leaning up to kiss Sebastian's neck, his jaw, anything he could reach-

"Very well then, Bocchan. Shall we return to the manor?"

Ciel pulled away from the little trail of marks he was leaving on Sebastian's skin.

"The contract-" he said, coming to his senses a bit, finally.

"I am rather fond of the markings," said the demon, a thumb gently running under Ciel's eye.

"But my so-"

"Do you wish to be mine?"

Ciel blinked.

"Yes."

"Say it."

Sebastian's eyes were red, his pupils slits like when they first met.

"I am yours." Ciel said, without hesitation.

"Mine," Sebastian said, that horrible, beautiful, evil, comforting little grin coming to his lips. He leaned forward and laid a tiny little kiss on Ciel's forehead.

"It is complete. Would you like to keep the markings?"

Ciel finally understood, finally trusted it.

"Yes," he said, thumb running over Sebastian's hand.

"So back to the manor it is then?"

"We are late for tea," Ciel mused. Perhaps he could still win this game.

Sebastian grinned.

"Then we must hurry. A Phantomhive butler who is late for tea is not worth his salt."

"No he is not," Ciel agreed, already thinking up several different strategies as to how to make him even more late.

[ghulehunknown]

Terzo x F!Reader

Day 3 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**WARNING EXPLICIT - NSFW!**

Also available on AO3!

“Preparation is Key”

CW/Tags: nipple play, semi nudity, oral sex (blowjob), facial, light degradation, feminine reader, Terzo is in love with you teehee

Summary: Terzo has just been anointed as Papa and is leading a very special Black Mass sermon. Your duty is to give him a…helping hand.

Word Count: 1068

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Terzo was leading Black Mass for the first time on his own tomorrow, and you’d been practicing your part for the sermon all week. Reading from the dark texts, kneeling, and some…other things.

Black Mass had consisted of Unholy Acts all month long; each week something more dark and twisted in the name of Lucifer. You hoped maybe, just maybe, that you’d be picked for next week too - the pleasures of cunnilingus. The ghouls had already performed the art of a threesome the previous week, with Sister Imperator speaking. As a Sister of Sin, you were honored to oblige and be part of this week’s depravity.

But right now was your turn to practice your art with him before Mass tomorrow evening. And you desired to please him so. Fucking. Much. You were kneeling on the marble floor of his office, eyes gazing upward as two clawed fingers found their way into your open mouth. You closed your eyes as you took them in, your tongue swirling around his leather gloves.

“Cara mia,” he whispered, grazing your cheek. Terzo unlaced the front of your bodice, revealing your breasts. Your nipples hardened in the cold air - or maybe it was just your nerves? Papa gently tugged your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers. How could he be so cruel? He knew that drove you over the edge. You moaned quietly.

Terzo widened his eyes as a warning, stopped teasing you, and gave you a small clap on the cheek as your face flushed red. He tutted at you quietly, wagging a finger in your face. “None of that tomorrow, amore.”

You grabbed his waist and nuzzled into his crotch, teasing him.

“Puttana,” he half-laughed, before gathering composure again. He fell into old pattern and gently started grazing your face with his fingertips lovingly. Your heart skipped a beat whenever you felt his touch. He stopped and collected himself. “Oh merda, I cannot act like this tomorrow.”

You unbuckled Terzo’s trousers, hands shaking. “Like what?” you asked innocently as Papa traced your arm with his fingertip tenderly, giving you comfort. This wasn’t anything new to you; you’d given him pleasure many times before. But you never had an audience. And now he was Papa.

“Porca miseria! You must make me say it, Sorella? I cannot look like an old fool in love when I have a duty first as Papa. Sì, I am nervous as hell. There - happy?” He frowned, his hand on his hip.

You smiled. “So am I,” you said. Still looking up at him from your knees, you slipped the waistband of his black satin underwear over his hips and his cock bobbed over the edge.

You teased the head of his cock with your tongue; it glistened with precum in the dim flickering candlelight. He groaned, and tried to regain composure. “Oh cazzo,” he whispered. His eyelids fluttered as you began to take him whole. He grasped the back of your head and gently rocked you into him, moving rhythmically to your head bobbing up and down. He smelled like spearmint and cedar. He was also…bare? You sank deeper, and cupped his balls in one hand, the other grasping his firm ass. Yes, he was definitely waxed before this in preparation. The thought of your Papa, legs spread and yelling obscenities while getting his pubic hair removed almost made you giggle. No - no. You had to focus. You’d tease him about that later.

You and Terzo soon entwined, and you barely noticed your nerves from before. You looked up at him with nothing but love and adoration for your prince. You wanted to make him feel so fucking good, but you also didn’t want to outshine Papa in his moment tomorrow. His eyes were closed most of the way, but he caught your gaze. You fucking loved him, and he loved you.

You moved your mouth up and down on his shaft, trying to squat as daintily as you could, but you could feel your own cum slide down your thighs, turned on by Papa’s stifled moans. You began to use your hand to build up pressure with your tongue. He inhaled sharply. It was almost pathetic to see him so regal and composed. He moaned like an animal when it was just you two alone. “Amore! I need this whole fucking place to hear how wild you make me!” he would say exasperated when you would cup a hand to his mouth. This time he was silent, except for heavy breathing.

“Prendilo tutto in gola, mia principessa perfetta,” he guided you to hurry up. “Can’t have them thinking we’re in love, can we?” he said, chuckling lightly.

“Would that be so bad?” you asked with a smile, stroking him gently and kissing him down there.

“You would be seen as a distraction I’m afraid, mi amore. Maybe later, when I have been Papa for a while…” He started to lean down to kiss the top of your head, then straightened up.

You eyed him again and took him back in your mouth, still stroking him with your hand. You could tell he was close. You quickened your pace, taking him deeper in your throat, nearly choking. He gripped your ponytail tightly, guiding you. Suddenly - he pulled out and stroked himself once, twice, until his warm cum dripped all over your lips, down your chin, down your breasts.

You held your mouth open to clean off his tip, licking his delicious seed, craving more, craving his cock inside you. He gazed lovingly in your eyes, and held your chin in his gloved hand. “So good, amore,” he whispered. You wanted to kiss him and make him taste himself on your mouth, but you stayed kneeled as you knew you’d have to do during the sermon. You had never been intimate without kissing before and you missed his soft, painted lips on yours.

He quickly zipped and buckled his pants and looked at you, helping you back to your feet. “Thank you, sweet Sister. They’ll er - clean you off during the sermon tomorrow when I go back to the pulpit,” he continued, gesturing to his spilled seed all over your chest.

You smiled to yourself, pleased with doing your part well. And selfishly, you knew you were in for a treat back in your bedchambers. Because Terzo never took what he gave twice over.

Italian to English Translation

- Cara mia (my darling)

- Puttana (whore)

- Cazzo (fuck)

- merda (shit)

- Porca miseria! (For God’s sake!)

- Prendilo tutto in gola, mia principessa perfetta (take it all down your throat, my perfect princess

[shut-up256]

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: (this part) very suggestive topics, cursing, and SO MUCH TEASING

a/n: hey there, it's me. sry it took so long, but heres part 2 of Understood? (read part 1 here!! https://at.tumblr.com/shut-up256/understood/oxzhpjptawcb)

‼️this story in no way portrays any members of Stray Kids, or Stray Kids as a whole. the name Felix is used as a name of a fictional character.‼️

“Shit, y/n. You’re gonna take it, you don’t have a choice. Understood?”

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The tension in the air was thick; you swear you could taste it. Nothing had really happened. He had only teased you a teensy bit, yet you couldn't stop thinking about it. About him.

Three, short beeps echoed through the house, from the kitchen, you presumed. He must be warming something up in the microwave. You walk into the kitchen, wearing your pajama shorts, and one of his shirts. You watched silently as he opened his fridge, and pulled the orange juice out. He opened a cupboard by the fridge, and pulled a cup out. You listened as his rings clinked against the glass. Little did you know, he could feel your gaze upon him.

You wanted to say something, but really, what was there to say? Already giving up, you turn to re-enter the bedroom, when he speaks, pouring his glass and still not facing you. "Your plates' on the table. Heated' up some pancakes, and threw some toast on there. Eat it, or don't. I don't really care." His voice was still husky, still deep and raspy, considering how you both just woke up. You looked over to the wooden table, and sure enough, there lay said plate. But his words; they left a sour taste in your mouth. He wasn't the type to "not really care". Was he mad about what had happened? "Thanks.." you manage to croak out, cringing heavily on the sound of your own voice.

You made your way to the table, and sat in front of the food, but didn't touch it. He came over to the table, sat opposite you, and started to chow down, not even glancing in your direction. You watched as his Adams' Apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed his food. "Are you really not gonna eat? Or do you need me to do that for you too?" So he does care, after all. "Y'want me to feed you?" he spoke, his gorgeous Australian accent coming in strong. "No," you say, trying to sound as firm as possible in your embarrassed state. You aren't looking at him, but at the plate before you. You hear his chair back up, but before you can respond, he's looming over you. He catches your chin between his thumb and index finger, and moves your face to look at his. "Are you feeling okay?" No. Fucking. Way. He touches my neck, in the most lewd, perverted, steaming-hot way, and then acts as if all is normal, as if he did nothing? Due to your lack of response, he bends over towards you, and scans your face closely, as if to be looking for something. He gets closer. Mere inches from connecting. You want to look away, you want to pull your face far, far away from his. But you can't. He's like a magnet. And gosh, are you attracted.

You trace his face with your doe eyes. His star-like freckles, spelling H-O-T across his cheeks in a constellation. His up-turned nose, fitting perfectly along his face. And his lips, his soft, beautiful lips. I wonder how many have kissed him, you think. His perfect jawline, sharp enough to cut a bitch. After seeming to be done observing you, he gets impossibly closer, but not to your face. To your ear. His lips brush over the sensitive skin of your earlobe, and in an oh, so, ever-lovingly deep tone, he speaks. "Tell me, doll. Have I really brought you this far, with just my voice? Or maybe, with my hands, when I grabbed the glass? Or maybe, just maybe, don't get me on this, 'cause there's no way it's this, but could it be the way I touched your neck? Use your words, y/n. What did your Lixie do?" You were frozen solid, statue like. He stood there, awaiting an answer. But, you had to stand strong. Were you gonna let him win that easily?

"I.." you began. "I don't know what you're talking about," you say, trying to sound 'normal'. "Oh, really? Y/n, I'm like ninety-nine percent sure," he paused, "that you're soaking wet right now. Absolutely fucking drenched," he says, so confidently. "Lix.." you knew how desperate you sounded, but didn't care at that point. "Hm?" he hummed in your ear, pressing his lips to your earlobe softly. "You're wrong. You don't know anything." Ugh, what a terrible liar you are. Lying straight through your teeth, and he knew it. You are soaking wet right now. You know that he knows it. But what can you do, right? Lie about it, sure. No matter, though, because he knows. "Oh, okay. Let's see it then." He pressed his lips to the skin behind your ear, making you jolt into his shoulder. That was quite funny to him. As he chuckled, you noticed that the hand holding your chin was now rubbing circles onto your collarbone. After what he said registered, your eyes widened. "W-Wha-t?" He backed up, and now stared at your face, smirking. "You heard me, loud and clear. If your so sure that you aren't fucking sopping wet, then let's see it. Strip."

You searched his eyes for a hint of playfulness. A speck of comics. To your detriment, there was none. The smirk is now gone. "Are you.. serious?" You were hoping for a 'no'. "Serious as ever." Fuck. If you showed him, revealed yourself to your best friend like this, he would know that he's been turning you on since you walked into the kitchen, almost 30 minutes ago. But if you didn't, he would know the same. Defeated, you let your head hang low. Admitting like this is better than looking him in the eyes and admitting it. You could practically hear him grin. "Aw, well would you look at that! Did your sweet, innocent lil' Lix do this to you?" He looked down, and saw how tightly your legs were closed. "Cute." He dipped back into your ear. "Wish I could take care of you, doll. Too bad there are dishes to do, huh?" His words stung like venom. He looked at you once more, pushed his dark brown hair back, and stood up straight. You watched through your peripherals as he rounded the table, collected his dishes, and walked to the sink. "Eat up," he said, over his shoulder. "We wouldn't want you hungry now, would we?" He tapped the faucet, and the water ran. "You're gonna need the energy for later, anyway." What a fucking tease. Such a Felix thing to do. In the quietest, most fucked-out tone ever, you speak.

"F-Fuck you."

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part 3?

[sweet-villain]

Just A Birthday Taste~ J.Q

Author's Note : This is a little something in honor of Joe's birthday

Warning : Smut

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson

My Master List is in This Area

" Good Morning, love" his morning voice filled your eyes as he smiled down at you, brushing a hair away from your eyes. " Morning, birthday boy" you smiled over at him. The sun came shining through the curtains making his eyes shine as he looked down at you lovingly. Times like these, you wished they lasted forever.

His hand falls on your cheeks as he runs his thumb, caressing. His love language was touch and you absolutely loved it when he touched you. Anywhere. You loved coming home to him where he greeted you in his arms.

" Happy Birthday Joe" you reached up kissing the tip of his nose.

His cheeks reddened as a smile spreads on his face, " Thank you, my love" he says, he hovers above you and leans down to kiss you.

"All I want to do is be with you, here. In this bed" he says kissing your forehead, " I don't care what we do. I just want you"

" Are you sure that's what you want to do? No going out?" he shakes his head.

You frowned thinking you should of set an alarm at least to make him breakfast in bed and when he noticed you were frowning, he didn't't like it.

" None of that" he taps your lips in a deep frown, " I only want to see a smile light up on your beautiful face. Yeah?" you nodded, watching a grin crosses his face.

His eyes darken as he growls, " I want to do something."

" What would that be?" you asked, searching his face as if you would find an answer. He cups your chin lifting your head up to look up at him, " I want you." His eyes are filled with lust. Your cheeks painted the color red, " To taste you." his leans his forehead against yours, " Can I? Oh love, please.."

" Don't you want me to make some breakfast for you first? It's good for you" you started to say to avoid the look on his face. " No, I want to eat you. Make you feel good" you were sure you were blushing now like a tomato, covering your face with your head as you mind blurred.

" We don't have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with" you shook your head as you put your hands on, " I want to, baby. I do. Where do you want me?" you asked, moving closer to him. His lips brushed against the side your neck, teasing you with his tongue and small pecks as they traveled to your lip and down to your ear, " I was you to take a seat on my face" his voice sounds deeper as his hand grabbed onto your thigh.

" But before that, I want to kiss you" Joe says as he continues to slide his hands up and down your thigh.

Your lips moved against his, opening your mouth letting his tongue battle against yours. The sensation of his tongue covering every inch of your mouth made a heat of pool in between your thighs. You captured his moans into yours mouth. His lips traveled down to your neck before tugging on your shirt. You sat up as he lifted your shirt over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room.

" You're so beautiful" he took one of your nipples into his mouth and softly flicked the other with his fingers, before playing with it in between his fingers. You moaned, arching your back at his touch.

Joe took his time giving each nipple attention until his hands gripped onto the top of. your pajama pants. He took in the sight of you, " how did I get so lucky?" he cooed, he laid down next to you on the bed. His finger tips traced down your body until he got to your pussy.

" Can I play?" he asks, looking up at you. Your cheeks hinted red as you nodded, " Pretty please, birthday boy," you moaned.

His hand slide in between your thighs and his fingers tapped over your cunt. He used his thumb to flick your clit as his other finger slide in between your lips.

" So wet for me" he smirked, hearing you whimper. He moved his thumb in circles as his finger slowly pumped inside of you before he added another finger. Your walls tightened around his fingers causing him to groan, licking his lips as he imagined his cock inside you.

He continued his pace as you felt the knot in your stomach build. You gripped the sheets with your hands, Joe watched you squirm as his fingers curled. His cock was hard, leaking pre cum. He watched your face closer and hearing your breath hitch before you gasped, coming on his fingers.

He pulled his fingers away causing you to pout.

" This is only the beginning. I want you to sit on my face. Please, love" he says he laid on his back.

" Um..I..-" he cut you off as he shook his head. " You won't hurt me, love. I promise" Joe said, stroking your thighs lovingly to reassure you. Crawling over to his, you couldn't help glance at him and at the sight of his hopeful eyes and wide smile on his face.

Putting one leg over his head hovering above him as you looked down, " This is how you want me?" you asked.

His hands grabbed onto your thighs pulling your core closer to his mouth. His tongue peeked out a bit before he licked up your slit and nibbled on your clit.

" Yes" he nodded. His nose nudged at your clit while his tongue had access to your cunt. His hands help you move your hips around till you were moving on your own as he used his tongue on you. You closed your eyes, moaning at the sensation of his tongue.

" You can be loud, my love" he looks up at you, pushing as he flicked your clit with his tongue. Moaning and groaning as he continued, " Let me hear you." he says gripping the back of your thighs pulling your cunt to his lips. His nose was rubbing against your clit as wave of pleasure rushed up your spine.

He slipped his tongue back to what he was doing, letting you move your hips like you liked. You moaned out his name encouraging him to keep going. His hand reached in between your thighs to play with your clit. Your thighs were shaking when he hummed, sending vibrations.

You can feel the knot building in your stomach as he flicked his tongue, " going to c-cum.." you moaned, grabbing onto his hair and tugging on it. He grabbed onto you tighter onto his face, licking at your clit with his tongue. You began to roll your hips faster and faster against his mouth. You tugged on his curls as you came hard onto his tongue.

Joe slurped and lapped at your juice with his tongue as you rode out your high, a slick sound as he helped you off his face. His beard, nose and chin was covered in your juice. You laid on the bed next to him panting as he pulled you into his arms.

" I could have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner" he cooed in your ear. Your cheeks brightened red as you giggled, " Stop."

" Did I make you feel good?" you nodded. He kissed the side of your head as he licks his lips as he looks down at you, " might have you before we go back to bed."

Your thighs clenched together as you whimpered causing him to smirk.

" Can never get enough of you" he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

" Can never get enough of you either, birthday boy. Happy birthday, Joe"

[kaaytea]

heyo can i request hcs/fic (your call) with akaashi, ushijima and kuroo with a reader whose face grows hot when they cup their hand on their cheek because they're like not really oblivious but not very familiar with touch (as in with people other than family..??) so they get flustered or something bec they don't know how to react does this make sense? - 🌻

Making their s/o flustered

⤷Includes: Kuroo, Ushijima, Akaashi

Warnings: GN pronouns!

A/n: back from the dead, lovelies <3 this was me just kinda spitballing, so I hope it's cohesive

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Kuroo

Inside of Kuroo there are two wolves

One enjoys lovingly caressing your cheek and the other will just squish them together to see how silly (and cute) your face looks

He can tell it makes you flustered, but will continue to cup, prod, and poke at your face

Not because he's mean, but more because his chest gets all fuzzy whenever he feels your face heat up

He gets a bit addicted to the feeling in a similar way people are addicted to rollercoasters for the adrenaline rush

Kuroo will squish your face together anytime of the day—mostly for his own fun and to get a laugh at how much you resemble a chipmunk—but he needs to be in a particular mood for a more loving caress

Which happens way more than you'd think bc Kuroo is a huge sap

You could literally wake up from the worst night of sleep you've ever had and he would just reach over and trace his fingers across the apples of your cheek, whispering about how beautiful/handsome you are

And when you try to hide your face in your pillow he just scOOPS! you up to lay on his chest

This man adores you in all of your states; he treasures your flustered reactions and reassures you that it's safe to be your genuine self around him

Ushijima

Oh my god this man

Ushi doesn't cup or caress you face randomly

But what he does do is cup your jaw whenever he goes to kiss you

He does it because he's tall as fuck and needs to guide your face a bit so he can kiss you properly

And he doesn't do it in an aggressive or demanding way (unless you're doing something else together 👀)

Ushi treats you with a lot of respect and is super gentle when it comes to everyday affections

Like sometimes it feels like a cloud is tracing your face because of how soft his movements are

So you, completely unused to touch from other people, panic a bit

Ushijima doesn't necessarily notice how fidgety and warm your face gets after he kisses you, but he does eventually notice that you pull away from the kisses a little sooner then normal

You pulling away makes him question your comfort around him, so he kinda stops kissing you on the lips for a bit...

From then on, it's quick pecks to the cheek when he leaves in the morning for practice and when he comes back home

Even with kissing your cheek he can tell you get a bit squirmy (now that he's looking out for it ofc)

Ushijima ends up asking if you're uncomfortable around him and that's when you explain you're not used to touch and affection

Which he's completely ok with! The two of you talk it out and set some boundaries for what you are and aren't fine with and Ushi is relieved that he wasn't technically the thing that made you a bit skittish

Akaashi

Akaashi notices your habits, but he doesn't register them as being a reaction from him

He kinda brushes off and forgets your reaction because he doesn't caress your face that often

If he's showing affection it's usually through holding your hand, so touching your face doesn't happen too much

That is until you move into an apartment together

Because now you're around each other a lot more and that just happens to brew a plethora of romantic and cozy moments between the two of you

And for some reason, the occurrences of which Akaashi touches your face just skyrockets

He swipes his thumb across you cheeks during dinner to get rid of the rice stuck there, he traces his fingers along your jaw when you have your head in his lap, he runs the back of his index finger along your cheek before tilting your chin up for a kiss goodbye

And the worst of all: he loves cupping your cheek when facing each other all snuggled up for bed

It's maddening! Truly, it's a miracle you haven't melted into the floor boards by now because your cheeks feel like molten lava everytime he shows such affections to you

You have no clue how to react anymore, so one night you end up just pulling away and shoving your face into your pillow

An easy escape that leaves poor Kashi puzzled

He gentle pulls the pillow from your face and asks if you're alright

And you respond with a, "No! You keep making me flustered and it's embarrassing!"

Akaashi just sputters out a quiet laugh and apologizes

He has no problem with your timid behavior, he thinks it's quite sweet actually

He does learn to tone down his gestures after that night though, he waits for you to get more comfortable with sharing a space together before showering you in his affections again

[festive]

18+ mdni!

cw: breeding kink, cream pie, cum eating, vaginal fingering!

summary: just some soft sex with your husband haruchiyo.

(A/n: yes this is a repost, teehee.)

In the middle of the night you groggily woke up, rubbing your eyes and staring out the window. Sounds of light snoring filled the air, you smile to yourself, turning around to face your husband that was currently resided next to you, asleep, he looked so peaceful with his eyes closed. So you slowly raise your hands up to cup his face and lovingly stroke your fingers against the two diamond shape scars that adorn his face, as careful as you could in hopes of not waking him. Smiling a little bit to yourself as you quietly admire his peaceful sleeping face, you don’t get to see it much considering his job. It’s nice to have moments like these, where you can’t see the visible lines of stress amongst his face.

Haruchiyo stirs a little in his sleep, lips twitching slightly before he opens his eyes, letting out a small yawn, he curiously stares into your (e/c) orbs. Humming with contentment as he slowly snakes his slender arms around your smaller body.

“Hmmm, whats the matter baby, you doing ok?” He hums, nuzzling his face into your palm before sighing. “Nothing, Haru, just admiring how beautiful you look when you’re sleeping, since I don’t get to admire it much.” You laugh, bringing his face closer to yours so you can place your soft lips against his face and leave kisses amongst it. Which earns you a hum of approval from him, as he sighs happily.

“Haru, you’re so pretty” you coo softly, “Oh, I’m pretty?” The pinkette smirks, “I think you’re prettier, y/n. In fact allow me to show you how pretty I think you are.” The man next to pulls you closer so that your body is pressed up against his, as he wastes no time in leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. “Haru” you moan out, “please touch me”. “Hmmm, but I am touching you, beautiful. You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.” He teases as you let out of small huff of frustration, “stop teasing me, you know what I meant!”

At that Sanzu, begins stripping you from the silk nightgown you have on, pulling down the straps at an agonizing pace. Sanzu then traces his long fingers down your body, all the way down to the brim of your panties. He stop himself, for second before he slowly traces his long fingers against the outline of your lips through the underwear. “This won’t do.” Sanzu hums, before sliding your panties down so that you can wiggle out of them.

After your underwear has been discarded and tossed somewhere on the floor. Sanzu returns to his previous administrations and starts tracing his long fingers around your puffy lips, without saying anything he inserts two fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out at a slow pace as he probes and rubs against your insides trying to find that special spot that makes you come again . “Haru!!!” You mewl out, was all the confirmation he needed to hear to prove that he had found it. As he continued his attack on your most intimate parts, your moves his thumb so that it’s resting upon your clit. “Oh yea, pretty girl. Do it, cum on my fingers.” He says into your neck, as he pumps his fingers in and out at a faster pace, while his thumb starts moving in fast circles around your clit. He can feel your orgasm washing over you, as your body spasms around him, your pussy drooling as he removes his fingers. “HARU!!” you moan out, while he brings his cum soaked fingers up to your mouth and tells you to suck. You happily oblige, opening up your plump lips and wrapping them around his fingers, tongue swirling around them as you suck your own essence off of them. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” Sanzu groaned.

“Ready for round two, pretty girl?” Your lover replies as he flips you onto your back and hovers over you while his hand reaches up cupping your face and tracing circles upon your cheek, “God, you’re so beautiful, gonna fill your sweet pussy with my cum. You like that sweet girl? Gonna breed you, real good.” He says into your ear, as he spreads your legs wide enough for him to fit in between, giving himself a few good pumps he aligns himself with your hole and slowly pushes his thick length into you. “You ok, pretty girl? I won’t move unless you tell me I can.” He says softly as he intertwines one of his hands within yours, “Haru, ‘m ok, please move.” He nodded, starting off slow and gradually working his way up to a faster pace. You snake your arms around him leaving scratch marks upon him as you do your best to hold onto him while he pumps in and out of you at an inhuman pace hitting your cervix, Haru’s close and by the way your velvety walls wrap around him, he can tell you can’t last much longer either.

All it takes is a few more hard thrusts that have you seeing white, as your walls flutter around him squeezing his length in a tight embrace, he finally lets go, panting as he releases his thick, warm, semen inside of you. Sanzu watches intensely as his cum seeps out of you when he removes himself, without a word he takes his fingers and pushes his cum back into you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, as you gently lifts you from the bed and carries you to the bath tub.

[loveaffaire]

Love Language

Pairing: Boyfriend!Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Even though Tom tells you that he loves you all the time, he has several other ways to show you that he loves you—really just Tom being a very loving, caring boyfriend.

Warnings/tags: mention of the pandemic, mention of a surgery, pure fluff, boyfriend!Tom

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: This photo is the whole reason that this fanfic now exists because Tom is giving off strong boyfriend vibes, enjoy🥺

You stared out of the huge window as you stood in the cold kitchen, swirling the spoon in the cup as your pretty little boyfriend, Tom, walked in the kitchen.

“Baby” he said, “I woke up alone” he complained.

You looked back at him to answer, “I had to use the washroom and then I couldn’t fall asleep so I just got up”

Tom nodded as he walked to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Why are you swirling the spoon in your milk?”

You let out a soft giggle, “I’m mixing sugar in my milk”

“Oh,” he frowned his eyebrows as he rested his chin on your shoulder, “don’t have too much sugar”

You walked to the kitchen sink to keep the spoon down as you turned around to take a look at Tom, “I’m 23”

“Sugar can affect anyone” he shrugged his shoulders as he opened the refrigerator to take out the ingredients to make pancakes.

“Touché” you said, sitting down on the kitchen counter.

“Did you take your vitamins?” Tom asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I forgot” you said and before Tom could scold you, you quickly said, “I’ll take them right now”

You scurried across the kitchen to open the small cupboard to take out your vitamins and gulped them down with the milk.

“I don’t mind reminding you to take them but what if I’m not here some day” Tom shook his head as he waited for you to answer.

“What do you mean by if you’re not here some day?” You stared at him stunned.

“No, no, I don’t mean it like that!” Tom hurried to you as he almost laughed, “I didn’t mean I won’t be here like that, I meant what if I’m at work”

“Oh”

“Yeah, like that,” Tom chuckled.

“You scared me” you frowned, gently hitting his shoulder.

“I worry about your health” Tom whispered as he gave you a small peck, “so don’t forget to take your vitamins, please”

“I promise, I won’t” you mumbled against his lips.

Tom taking care of your health and keeping a check on if you’re taking your vitamins is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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Even though you consider yourself a huge introvert, the lockdown was kind of killing you. It has been a whole year in this lockdown and it was finally getting to you. The tragedies that were happening around the world because of the pandemic was breaking your heart and you thanked the heavens for keeping you and your family safe every time you watched the news.

Tom and you both had work from home now and even though you were thankful for being in the comfort of your home, the chair in your home office was starting to kill you and you desperately wanted to leave the house, even if it was just for a little while.

As you sat in your home office, typing away on your laptop, you huffed. It was so late and you were so tired, your back was killing you and you were pretty sure that your lip was bleeding by now because of biting on it too much.

You heard a knock on the door and then it was slowly pushed open, revealing Tom. He peeked inside of the room, his eyes landing on you as his lips stretched in a small smile.

“Can I come in?” He whispered.

“Yeah” you softly said, you twisted on your chair to face Tom as he approached you with a tea cup.

“I got you tea” he said, carefully putting down the cup on your table so as to not spill any liquid on your work stuff.

Your heart melted as you stared at his tired face. He bent down to give you a quick peck but you cupped his face in your hands before he could pull away. You gave him a chaste kiss, moving to his cheeks, you littered small kisses on his cheekbones.

“You just had a meeting, right?” You asked.

“Yes, I did” Tom nodded, his hands coming up to your shoulders to massage them.

“And instead of relaxing after it, you made me tea?”

Tom smiled against your lips, “I know you’ve been tired, just wanted to take care of ya”

You smiled as you pulled him down further, he was half sitting on your chair now, “if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to leave,” Tom laughed.

“I love you, thank you” you said as you nudged your nose to his, he softly giggled.

“Anything for you, I’ll do anything for you” Tom said sincerely.

You bit your lips as you stared at him lovingly, “stop biting your lip and come to bed when you get over with work” Tom said as he softly pulled at your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I’ll be waiting for you” he said as he got up, slipping out of the room and shutting the door behind.

Tom making you tea even though he’s just as tired as you is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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“Hi baby” Tom gushed when you slipped under the covers.

“Hi” you whispered, laying down on the bed and opening your arms for Tom.

He moved closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and softly kissing your neck.

“You smell good” you hummed, your face pressed to his soft brown curls.

“I used your shampoo today” he whipped his face up to look into your eyes.

“And also my conditioner,” you said, taking another sniff of his hair.

Tom laughed as he agreed with you. He pressed his face into your chest as his hand snaked under your camisole.

“Tom” you muttered, pulling at his arm to stop him.

You had a kidney stone surgery months ago and that surgery left a pretty big scar on the side of your stomach. Even though it’s been 5 months to it, you still didn’t like how it scarred your body and Tom knew that very well.

You didn’t change your clothes with the lights on anymore and sometimes you wouldn’t even take off your night dress when Tom made love to you.

“What?” Tom huffed.

“Don’t do that” you said as you pulled down your camisole.

“Y/N, I told you, the scar is nothing to be worried about” Tom pulled his body up as he looked up at you.

“It’s ugly” you whispered.

“It’s not-” Tom sat up straight as he held your hand in his huge ones.

“Listen to me, you struggled with something and fought it, the scar shows that you’re brave. You were so strong to go through a wholeass surgery and you didn’t even cry, not even once”

You smiled as you heard Tom ramble, he went on, “hell, do you know I was crying in the waiting room and Harry was laughing at me. He said that if I’m crying about a normal surgery then I’d probably pass out when we’ll have a baby”

“We’ll have a baby?” You asked with your hand on your heart, he was just so cute.

“What- I mean- yeah in the future” you raised your eyebrows at him and Tom’s cheeks flushed red, “but that’s not the point, the point is that-”

Tom sighed as he lifted your camisole and you let him, he gently traced your scar as he bent down to give your scar a soft kiss.

“This scar isn’t ugly, it’s beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful” he praised.

“Okay, please stop” you said as you covered your face with your hands, “I’m gonna start crying”

Tom laughed as he moved up to your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. You hummed in the kiss, content with how the conversation ended up.

Tom kissing your scar and telling you how beautiful you are is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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Tom always had this strong urge to cuddle you in the middle of his sleep so even when he would be in a deep slumber, he would always always always want to hold you as you both slept.

And that was what he was trying to do right now, he switched from his left side to his right side and stretched out his arm to find your body to grab and pull in.

But as he mindlessly felt your side of the bed with his hand, your body was nowhere to be found. He barely opened his eyes to peek, only to see your body almost hanging off at the side of the bed.

You must have moved on the further right side and now you were close to falling off the bed. As Tom realised that you were going to fall, he quickly sat up and scooped your body in his strong arms, pulling you away from the side of the bed.

“Tom” you mumbled in your sleep.

“You were gonna fall off the bed, baby” he mumbled back as he settled you in the middle of the bed.

He pulled the covers over both of your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you to cuddle.

You gently smiled in your half asleep state, “oh”

Tom sighed in happiness as he kissed your shoulder, his body relaxing as sleep took over him again.

Tom saving you from falling off the bed and on your ass in the middle of the night is his way of showing you that he loves you.

© loveaffaire