#she is comfy and she keeps my feet warm :)

[pink-vulpix]

[hellenhighwater]

Mildly weird question for story research purposes: when your cats ride on your shoulder, what does it feel like for you?

Context: My main character has a cat who likes to ride around on her shoulder, and since it's a thing that happens frequently, I'm trying to make sure I write about it well. And, unfortunately, I do not have a cat to even attempt to test it with, so I'm going to the one person I KNOW has experience with this situation.

Specific things that would be helpful to know:

Do you have to be careful not to upset their balance, or can you more or less walk normally once they're up there?

How are they keeping themselves up there? Are there claws involved? Or just good balance?

Where's most of their weight? I looked back at some pictures/vids, and it looks like they typically ride with their front paws on the shoulder and their back paws somewhere a bit below and beside your neck, but I could be wrong.

How long can they stay on your shoulder before one of you has to take a break? Is the weight of the cat tiring, or is it pretty easy to deal with?

Anything else I should be aware of regarding shoulder cats?

Thank you SO MUCH for your help!

Oh, I can definitely answer that! One: It's waaay easier to shoulder a small cat than a big one.

For the most part, they kind of drape themselves over the shoulder; this is specifically what I've trained them to do. Cats will also "shoulder" by draping across both shoulders/back of neck, but this forces your head forward to allow room for them, and it's not comfy. Hence the trained posture. (Malice, in the early days:)

I taught Mal to jump up when I bent forward for her, and circle to face front while I stood up. She can actually do that pretty quickly. Their weight is pretty evenly distributed across the top of the shoulder and down on the pectoral, not really on the back at all. Mal sometimes hooks her back claws into my shirt near the shoulderblade, which is more about balance than weight support. Nim, who was significantly smaller, actually kept her back feet tucked up so that her feet were on the top of my shoulder. This is a significantly more ready posture than Mal's--she would have to readjust for a better foothold to jump down; Nim could leap directly off at a moment's notice. Overall, Nim had far superior shouldering skills to Mal. Malice rides like the meatball she is; I'm hoping she'll learn with age. Here's some pictures of Nim:

To give them a stable position, I do keep my back straight and shoulders back; if I have to pick something up, I will crouch down instead of bending over. If I have to bend forwards, I will put my palm up flat so that they can stand with their front paws on it and keep their body on my shoulder. Generally, I can move, walk, and even work normally. I've cooked, painted, done chores, even run. Both hands are free to use, though generally you can't lift the arm the cat is on above a T position. They don't need to use their claws for balance unless I am doing something really active. I do shoulder almost exclusively on my left shoulder, so that my dominant hand is more free.

The weight is not significant--Nim was only about 8 lbs, Mal is about 11, and because there's no grip to maintain them and they're naturally situated on the shoulder, it's easy to carry them for a long time. I used to walk miles with Nim on my shoulder. It's actually more the heat--cats run hot, and it's a lot of fur on your neck and shoulder if it's warm out. Great in the winter, though!

Notable things you might not realize--their head is in front of yours, so you can still see ear positions, what they're looking at, etc. Nim's night vision/hearing/sense of smell was better than mine, so I could tell if we were sneaking on wildlife based on her reactions and responses to things. You can also feel them tense or adjust posture before they jump or try to get down, and you can feel their tail moving. You can also feel if they're growling or purring, even if you can't hear it. If you're used to paying attention to those cues, you'll notice them while just carrying the cat normally too--Nobody could sneak up behind me if I was carrying Nim facing over my shoulder to the back.

They can jump from shoulder height but it's a hard landing. Usually if I want them down, I just kneel with a knee up, or lift a leg flat while standing so they can jump to the top of my leg and then to the ground.

If I was in a fictional setting and traveling with them long term, I would be investing in a really weird piece of leather armor, that goes to the edge of the neck/crest of shoulder, and down past the bottom of the shoulderblade, with little easy-to-grip leather loops or chainmail on the back of the shoulder.

[leaderwonim]

GREEN FLAGS YOUR BF HAS! ENHA HYUNG LINE

pairing. nonidol!enha hyung line x fem!reader

genre. teeth rotting fluff, established relationship

LEE HEESEUNG

never letting your hand touch the door handles and drives you everywhere

“What are you doing?” You say in disbelief as you watch Heeseung practically trip over his own feet to open his passenger car door for you.

“Opening the door for you,” he says breathlessly, letting you settle inside the passenger seat which was already warmed up and decorated in pink, your favorite color. “Can’t let my princess open the door by herself.”

You roll your eyes, blushing heavily even though Heeseung always said things like that.

“Thanks Hee,” you say as soon as he gets comfy in his seat, leaning over to kiss him.

“No problem baby,” he smiles. “Now, where to?”

“The movies! I wanna watch the new Mean Girls.”

Heeseung shakes his head, grinning as he pulled out from the parking lot, one hand on the steering wheel and one on your seat.

PARK JONGSEONG

always cooking and taking care of you

You woke up to the smell of pancakes, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you make your way out to your boyfriend’s apartment living room.

“Smells good Jay,” you say, placing your chin on his shoulder, slightly dozing off. “Whatcha making?”

“Soufflé pancakes and bacon.” He smiles, positioning his head a bit over so he could give your head a small peck.

“You’re the best Jay,” you mumble sleepily, and he can only laugh at your state as he finishes cooking up, letting you lay your body on his.

SIM JAEYUN

always talking and thinking about you

If Layla was a human instead of a dog, she’d probably tell Jake to shut up from how much he was talking about you.

“that’s your mom Layla,” Jake coos to the dog, pointing at you who was currently running to pick up the ball jake had thrown earlier. “and she’s your only mom, I am never dating anyone else.”

You run back to your boyfriend and his dog a few minutes later, breathing heavily. “Here you go Layla girl, here’s your ball!”

and Jake can’t help but watch with heart eyes as he watches you play with his dog, heart leaping as it falls inlove with you over and over again

PARK SUNGHOON

covers pointy edges whenever you’re near, has your picture on the back of his phone

“Hey, is that a Polaroid of Y/N?” Sunghoon’s friend, Seonwoo questions as he flips over Sunghoon’s phone.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon quickly takes his phone back from his friend. “She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“Mhm,” Seonwoo’s eyes drift to you, who was currently making your way over. “There she is.”

“Babe,” Sunghoon says, standing up to wrap an arm around you. His hand automatically comes to rest themselves on the pointy and sharp edge of where you were standing, which only Seonwoo notices.

He raises an eyebrow at this, but doesn’t question it because Sunghoon’s already too occupied with asking about your day. He still keeps his hand there, unconsciously making sure none of your body comes in contact with it.

How sweet, Seonwoo thinks, but how gross at the same time.

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Lessons learned

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: One fateful day R decides that teasing Wanda is a good idea and she receives exactly what she deserves for it.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, teasing, oral to a strap, magic use, strap on sex, enchanted strap, cockwarming, a tiny bit of breeding kink, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

Masterlist with all my works.

It started as a typical day in your household, you and Wanda waking from the sound of her alarm. It took her a moment to untangle herself from you, her arms and legs firmly wrapped around you, just as they had been throughout the night, and finally stopping the ungodly sound.

You groaned, unwilling to wake just yet, and if the way Wanda quickly took her previous spot behind you was any indication, she was just as happy to sleep in a little longer. Of course that bliss didn’t last long and the two of you started your normal routines. You, addicted to coffee, ran to the kitchen in nothing but Wanda’s t-shirt and panties, while she started getting ready for her day.

When you entered your shared bedroom again, coffee cups in both hands, she was just getting dressed and you hurried to leave the cups on the nightstand and you threw yourself on the soft mattress, watching her select her clothes for the day.

She put on a comfy bra and panties, nice, short socks, to keep her feet warm, she had a suit laid out already too, somewhere near your feet, but to your surprise she didn’t reach for it. Instead she reached in her drawer and pulled out a harness, securing it around her hips, while you looked at her with a raised brow. Then came the dildo, flexible and skin coloured, easily attached to her harness with a smirk as she turned to you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She scolded, but her voice was giving away her amusement. “I’ve got 10 minutes. I have to get dressed.” She informed, looking at the watch already on her wrist.

“That’s so close to the perfect sentence.” You mused, turning on your tummy, your eyes following her hungrily.

“We’ll have fun when I get back.” She smirked, putting on her pants and tucking her shirt in.

“Tease.” You accused, your hand sneaking between your body and the bed, delicate fingers caressing your clit through your panties.

Wanda let you continue your little ministrations, perfectly aware of what you were doing, and happy to let you tease yourself some more, while she put on her blazer and picked out a few rings from her jewellery box, her eyes always darting towards you to keep an eye on your activities, but when you let out a little moan, signalling your pleasure, she was quick to crawl over the bed, turning you over and pinning both your hands above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, her gaze hardening as she looked in your lust filled eyes.

“Playing?” You responded with amusement. You knew Wanda always got worked up at the thought of anyone else bringing you pleasure, even if that someone was you.

“Not without me, you’re not.” She said sternly, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss. “You better wait for me.”

“But you’re right here…” You said playfully, biting your lips, so you wouldn’t laugh at the dark way she was looking at you. God, you loved it when she got like that.

“I am leaving for work.” She emphasized. “And you’re not going to touch yourself. Is that clear?” She asked sternly.

“But you haven’t left yet…” You pouted.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” Wanda growled down at you. “We both know you’re not.” She reprimanded. “No touching. Am I clear?”

“Very clear.” You nodded, even if you made a show of pouting up at her. “But you better make it up to me when you get back.” You suggested, arching up under her, so you could press your body against the bulge in her pants.

“When have I not…” Wanda thought to herself, but chose to keep the comment to herself.

“That’s for me to decide.” She told you instead, pecking your lips one last time, before she pulled away entirely and made her way towards the door.

You only got up, when you heard the front door of your house close behind Wanda, her voice carrying as she said goodbye. You were feeling more than a little worked up by the whole situation, but decided that the best way to get over it is to go about your day. You just needed to distract yourself long enough for Wanda to come home. Unfortunately, you were feeling more than a little worked up and if you were going to suffer in your wet, ruined panties, so was Wanda.

The thing about her? She was masterful at teasing, prolonging your pleasure, edging, she was an expert at making you desperate and needy and she knew it damn well. She loved doing it too. But she couldn’t stand it when you teased her back. She was far more impatient than she liked to pretend and she hated having to wait for what she wanted. Which is why, on the days that you did, you often found yourself gloriously fucked out. And hopefully, today would be no exception.

When she checked in the first time, you were at the store, getting all the needed groceries, so instead of answering her text, you just opened your camera, pointing it towards yourself, pulling down your shirt, to make sure that it showed more cleavage than it did and you quickly snapped a photo, sending it to her.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” You quickly got a response, Wanda scanning the picture you sent her and seeing the expanse of your chest out on display for all to see. And sure enough, there was a man behind you, looking intently in your direction, something you might have seen, had you looked before sending it to Wanda.

She seethed, waiting for a response, but none came, since you preferred to ignore her, now that you had her attention. After all, she had done the same to you this morning. It was only fair.

None of it felt fair to Wanda though, as she watched the minutes tick by without a single response from you, and she was just about to send you another text, when you finally started to type.

“Sorry babe, I was in the car. I just got home.” You tell her, snapping another photo of yourself in your kitchen.

            “Fix that shirt, or I’ll rip it, when I get home.” Wanda responds, her hands squeezing her phone more than they should.

“I thought you liked that one.” You type in, playful smile on your lips.

            “Which is why I would feel terrible, having to rip it from your body, if you don’t fix it right this second.” She repeats, only to receive a third photo from you, this time, looking appropriate and she feels like she can finally breathe freely.

But the accidents continue, your photos getting more provocative and daring as the day goes by and Wanda finds it impossible to stay at work for much longer.

Taking one last look of the photo of you, sent an hour ago, with you naked under the covers of your shared bed, claiming that you’ll be taking a nap, Wanda had enough. She decided that you’ll be paying dearly for all your teasing tonight. Just as soon as she was done with her work, she would be heading back home and she’ll teach you what happens, when you provoke her.

By the time she steps inside your house, inhaling the scent of her favorite pasta cooking, she’s received 2 more pictures of you, one with you, prettily waiting on your knees with nothing but the thin sheet covering your breasts and a second, of you cooking in nothing but the t-shirt from this morning and a pair of panties covering your pussy.

Now, here you were, wearing exactly the same and looking even more ravishing in person, setting the table for her, a candle already lit. God, you looked beautiful. And despite your torturous teasing, it was hard for her to be mad at you, when you were being so thoughtful. Hard, but not impossible.

“Hi, baby.” You greet her, approaching her quickly and leaving a peck on her cheek. “Dinner’s ready.” You say as you take her bag and coat from her, feeling her eyes follow you intently. “And I’ve got some dessert for you too.” You winked at her and it seemed to be the last straw.

Wanda pulled you in a deep, heated kiss, her tongue invading your mouth quickly and her hands finding their way around your waist in seconds, getting you as close to her as she could, the feeling of her, her scent quickly taking over your senses and pulling small gasps of wanton pleasure from you.

Her hands roamed your body eagerly, exploring you and feeling you up, touching everywhere she could reach with fervour, hands easily sneaking under the t-shirt you were wearing and teasing your breasts. As soon as you moaned, she pinched your nipples, pulling on them slightly, only to have you gasping, but she was quick to soothe them soon after.

“You’ve been such a bad girl today.” She told you unceremoniously, pulling the t-shirt off entirely and attacking your nipples with her mouth.

“Wanda.” You squirmed, but she only sucked harder.

“Try again.” She told you, attaching her mouth to the other breast.

“Mommy!” You mewled, your hands gripping her shoulders, uncertain if you wanted to push her away, or pull her closer. Not that she gave you time to choose, because as soon as she could, she took them both and pinned them behind your back.

“What’s the matter, baby? Are those pretty nipples sensitive?” She asked with fake pity in her voice, her hands continuing to tweak the hardened buds, as she kissed you again.

“Yes!” You squirmed, your legs squeezing together in need.

“Well, you should have thought of that, before you decided to be such a tease!” Wanda countered, continuing her ministrations. “Luckily for you, I’m in a generous mood.” She decided, finally releasing you. “Take my pants off.” She instructed with a serious tone, pushing on your shoulders and guiding you to your knees in front of her.

You were more than a little eager to do as you’re told, dropping to your knees on the unforgiving floor and unzipping her pants, already knowing what you’ll find in them. It’s what you’ve been waiting for all day after all and you hastily pulled out the dildo.

“I said, take my pants off.” Wanda reminded you, swatting your hand away from the fake cock. “Have you forgotten how to listen to Mommy, hm?”

You were quick to shake your head, looking up at her from your position and starting to pull down her pants and helping her step out of them. Wanda finished the job of undressing herself, tossing her blazer and shirt off hurriedly, before unhooking her bra as well.

She made a show of taking hold of the dildo, stroking it up and down with a lazy smirk as she looked down at you.

“So fucking pretty!” She sighed. “Open your mouth for me.”

Doing as you’re told, you let your mouth hang open and your tongue to stick out, watching as your girlfriend made a show of dragging the dildo across your tongue a few times, before she took hold of your hair and pulled your face closer to her, pushing the cockhead past your lips and starting to move her hips.

“I hope you worked up an appetite!” She snarled at you, fucking your face eagerly, driving her hips deeper and hitting the back of your throat.

The way you gagged and struggled around her only made it sweeter for her and she held you firmly in place as she repeated the action, only stopping to give you small moments to breathe, before she started it all over again, watching the way your saliva wettened the toy.

It was only when you had started to squeeze your legs together and to moan around her dick that she stopped, looking down at your flushed face, wet eyes, full of unshed tears looking back at her with eager submission that she finally stopped and pulled you up to your feet.

“Get up, baby, you’ve made me such a lovely meal, it would be a shame if I let it get cold.” She stated bluntly, guiding you to the dining table with gentle hands, as you looked at her with a confused expression.

She took her usual seat and she patted her thighs, giving you room to sit on her erect cock.

“Come on, you’ve been so thoughtful, making Mommy a nice, warm meal. Now my cock needs warming too.”

Fuck, she looked both intimidating and hot, while her eyes fixed you with a stern look and you hesitated only a moment, before you followed her instructions.

You tried to take off your panties, so it would be more comfortable, but she didn’t let you. She pulled you towards her by your wrist and she bent you over the table, so she can move your panties to the side, teasing fingers probing your opening for a moment, finding you wet and throbbing for attention, before she pulled you to sit on her lap.

Taking her all the way inside you left you almost dizzy with arousal, but if she heard your needy whines and whimpers, she said nothing of it. She made sure you were comfortably settled, one of her hands firmly wrapped around your middle to keep you steady, while her legs kept yours from closing, leaving you fully on display.

“How does that feel, baby?” she asked, her husky voice next to your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Feels so good, Mommy. I’m so full.” You gasped softly, your head turning so you could nuzzle into the side of her neck.

“It does, doesn’t it. I bet your pussy is throbbing around me so much right now. What do you think? Should we find out?”

You knew what she was implying right away and the idea of it excited you even more, making you nod in anticipation, yet you still gasped, when you saw the red tendrils of Wanda’s magic swirl in the air. When they were gone, you held your breath for her reaction and it didn’t disappoint.

Wanda canted up her hips, holding you firmly against her as she did it, driving the dildo even deeper inside you and you could hear a moan that matched your own, as she felt the way the toy moved within you and made your walls pulse with need.

“Fuck, you’re so good, baby!” She gasped, nuzzling into you for a moment so she could calm down. “Mommy can’t wait to fuck all her cum into you.” She smiled. “But first, we’ll have dinner.” She explained, her head turning to the plate in front of her and almost laughing at your disappointed whine. “You made all this wonderful food, honey, Mommy wants to show her appreciation.” She chastised you softly, picking up her fork and taking a bite out of her food, before she offered one to you.

You wanted to beg her to please fuck you, but she had already made her intentions clear, and with the way you’ve been teasing her, you knew that your best chance at earning an orgasm is by doing what she said, no matter how much she teased you. And even then, she could still leave you hanging and that made it all the more thrilling.

Yes, you wanted to cum, but you knew that you gave Wanda control for a reason, knew that you had earned this treatment from her, knew you could stop her at any moment and that she’ll give you anything you ask, but you didn’t want it that way. You wanted to earn it. Her control was intoxicating to you both and you wanted to see this through.

Having to sit in Wanda’s lap, being fed your food one bite at a time, while she was buried deep inside you, was a harder task than you ever imagined. Every shift, every little move she made, you would feel and it drove you up the wall with anticipation and need. God, you preferred edging over this. The promise of so much more was driving you crazy, yet you had to sit still and wait for her to finally take you.

Wanda felt the burn of desire and anticipation just as much as you did. She could feel you grind on her, you’re your inner muscles try to milk her, whenever your patience wore thin and she had to force herself to hold back and make you sit still, just to prove her point. And it was so damn hard. Your pussy was pulsing and throbbing, squeezing around her deliciously and tempting her to forget all about her plans and just fuck you, but she wasn’t going to give in that easily.

When dinner was finally over, she helped you to get off of her lap, something you were very reluctant to do and she bent you over the table once more, teasing fingers probing at your entrance and rubbing soft circles over your clit, while she inspected you. Fuck, you were desperate for her and she was loving it. Your wet hole was dripping with arousal and twitching at the smallest touch and she knew that only she could make it better. That was the ultimate aphrodisiac. That knowledge that only she could see you like this, only she could touch you this way, only she could make you such a mess… And only she could fix it.

For a moment Wanda considered giving in, instead of just teasing you and she had to remind herself why she was doing this in the first place, before her hands retracted, pulling your panties back to their spot. You whined so pitifully, knowing exactly what made her go feral for you, knowing that she could never resist fucking you when you got like this, but alas, you had to accept your fate as she instructed you to put on a movie while she cleaned up the table.

As soon as she joined you, Wanda patted her thighs, signalling for you to take your place on her lap, barely hiding her amusement at the cute pout you gave her.

“Oh, don’t give me that look now, baby. You started this.” She chastised you, her eyes growing hard as she took you in. “Come on, baby, don’t you want me inside you? I bet that pussy feels so empty without me filling it up, doesn’t it?”

You only gave her a nod, your breaths now shallow, as you pictured the feeling of her stretching out your little pussy again and it didn’t take long, before you were sliding down her length and feeling her arms keeping you down as you reached the base of the dildo.

“Mmm, I love the way you feel baby. So tight.” She murmured against your ear.

She was close to breaking and just fucking you, the way she’d been craving, but she knew you. You’d be begging for the same thing soon enough. And it was always so much more delicious, when she got to play with you, instead of just giving in.

Just as she expected, it only took you a few minutes, before you were already grinding in her lap, feeling the cock buried inside you move within you. It wasn’t enough in the slightest, it fuelled your desperation, rather than providing any relief, yet you couldn’t stop yourself. It felt so damn good.

Wanda tried to stop your slow grinding on her, her hands stopping your movements and keeping you still, but it never lasted very long. You’d start it up again, even more determined and more needy and eventually she broke. She grabbed you by the hips and she lifted you enough to slip her cock out, before she made you get off of her lap entirely.

“Get on your knees.” She demanded with a growl, bending you over the back of the couch in one smooth motion, leaving you open and on display for her, while she stood behind you with her cock in her hand. “Did I give you permission to ride me?” She asked sternly, landing a slap on your ass that startled you.

“No, Mommy.”

“No, I didn’t. You were only meant to warm my cock. But you’re such a desperate little slut, aren’t you? You can’t help yourself.” She stated with an icy tone. “Well, if you want to act like a mindless toy, I’ll treat you that way.” She promised, the head of her cock teasing your entrance once more.

She slid inside you easily, taking hold of a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, helping your body lean against her as she started to fuck into you. She kissed your shoulders and neck, leaving small kisses and bites there that would have had you begging for more if you could form a single coherent word. But you had been so worked up, so deprived, that this felt like the first real stimulation you’d received in days and it was heavenly.

Wanda felt like she’s in heaven too. Your pussy was just begging her to be fucked, to be ruined by her cock and with each thrust, she was losing herself in the pleasure of it all.

“God, you have such a perfect pussy.” She gasped as she started to pick up her pace. “This pussy was made for me. To be fucked and worshipped and ruined by its owner.” She growled in your ear. “It was made for Mommy, right? For me to use it? For me to keep it all happy and satisfied?” She asked, her tone softening, while her thrusts grew harsher and more demanding, hitting deep inside you each time.

“Yes, Mommy, all for you. All yours.” You breathed, high pitched and shaking from the intensity of it all.

Her hands were gentle as she touched you through it all. She helped keep you upright with a hand around your middle, while the other cupped one of your breasts. She would tweak your nipple gently whenever she could, trying to focus all her energy on keeping her pace.

Desperate to feel her, you leaned into her as much as you could, her warmth providing comfort and security. You could feel yourself grow more submissive, your mind giving in to her control and letting her take over. She could feel it too. She could practically hear your thoughts quiet down and your body relaxing, turning more pliable in her hands.

“Yes, that’s my good girl.” She praised, leaning further into you, so she could kiss your neck and cheeks softly. “My sweet, good girl.” She removed a strand of hair from your face as she spoke. “You want my cum inside that needy pussy so bad, don’t you? Nice and deep, where it belongs.”

“Yes, Mommy, please.” You begged, trying to meet her thrusts as much as you could, feeling yourself getting closer.

“I shouldn’t be indulging you right now. You were a very bad girl earlier…” Wanda reminded, her movements never stopping. “But you can’t help yourself, can you? You’re so close, I can feel it. You’ll start coming as soon as I do.” She accused, smirking. “So I guess the question is… Do you deserve it?” She asked with a grin. “Do you think I should reward you, hm?”

But the question was rhetorical, and you both knew it. You were so wound up that if she didn’t pull out, you’ll cum, regardless if she allowed it or not. You were on the edge and there was no going back from it now.

“Oh, there’s that edge…” Wanda remarked, feeling your walls squeeze her in even more. “Go on, baby, you can cum for me. Mommy wants her pretty girl to feel good.” She gasped behind you, getting breathless from the effort and feeling just as close as you were.

Hearing her give you permission came as a relief, but it still took you a few long seconds to process it, letting yourself to really feel her ministrations, before your orgasm finally hit you. It crashed over you, more powerful than you thought you could take, your legs shaking and threatening to give out from under you. It was a sweet release and you let yourself feel every little tremor of pleasure, your moans growing louder and the chants of her name becoming indistinguishable babbles.

You could hear her do the same, you could feel the spurts of her cum as she filled you up with her release. Her hold on you only tightening, arms wrapped around you possessively as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm and hers.

When she was done, happy and satiated and knowing that you felt the same, Wanda maneuverer you both, so she’d sit on the couch and she pulled you back down on her lap, wrapping her arms around you once more and kissing your neck softly.

“There.” She sighed. “That’s better, isn’t it?” She asked as she settled more comfortably, turning her attention to the forgotten movie. “Now we can finish our movie.”

“But, Mommy…” You tried to draw her attention. You were feeling full once again and the orgasm she gave you, as mind-blowing as it was, did very little to help the neediness you felt. In fact, with each second she held you on her lap and plugged in her cum, you grew more restless and desperate for her to fuck you again.

“What’s the matter, baby? Feeling full?” She chuckled knowingly, watching you nod. “It must feel so frustrating, feeling me stretch you out, without being able to do much about it…”

“Mhm.” You hummed, nodding your head.

“Good. Maybe next time you’re trying to tease me, you’ll remember that.”

[sacharinee]

more sleepy!peter pleaseee!!!

pairing: peter parker x reader

w/c: 800+

a/n: i had the roles reversed this time lolol - this post is based on x and abt one office reference!

peter loved sleeping next to you.

your bed was always so comfy and you were always so warm.

but sometimes it had its downsides

it could just be the frustration getting to him, but the poor boy couldn’t seem to sleep.

maybe it was the fact that you two were practically sleeping in a freezer. you always told your boyfriend you couldn’t ever fall asleep in a hot box. 

or maybe it could just be you, sleeping so peacefully, without a care in the world, unmoved and unbothered, all while being the world’s biggest blanket hogger. 

he also knew he shouldn’t have drank that extra cup of coffee earlier in the evening, however in his defense, he was exhausted, and he needed that extra boost to get through his last few classes of the day.

as he looked at you, a shiver ran down from his neck and to his spine, feeling goosebumps scatter around his arms.

the dim lamppost outside shines through your window and onto your relaxed face. peter’s jealous of the sweet slumber you’re in.

“y/n?” he reaches out to poke your puffy cheek.

you’re dead asleep. 

you were tucked away across the mattress as he tries tugging the blanket away from you, attempting to spare some for himself. your loose grip allows peter to find comfort in the heat the warm sheets bring when he wraps it around his shoulders, tucking his feet inside and tangling it with yours. 

peter feels himself finally dozing off, his heart rate slowly decreasing. he's halfway asleep when you disrupt him, feeling you gradually snatch the blanket away, stripping him of the toasty covers.

“y/n/n,” he groans. the boy is now restless as he begins to lightly poke your cheek again, “c’mon please?” 

this time, when he reaches for you once more, he feels you quickly wrap your hand around his pointer finger.

“touch me one more time, parker and i swear-”

“i just wanna sleep” he whines. he’s frowning at you with those big eyes, wishing you would turn around to face him. 

“you’re gonna be sleeping by yourself for the rest of your life if you don’t-”

“please,” his voice cracks. peter's desperate to rest and the least you could is to help out.

you heave a sigh, “peter just,” you turn towards him, keeping your lids shut, “close your eyes”

he’s quick to do so tightly, shifting around to get more comfortable, “take some deep breaths.”

peter follows your instructions, “slow your heartbeat down,” he takes a few moments to focus on the task and he begins to feel more at ease than he has the entire night. he waits a bit longer for you to continue.

“and then what?”

silence.

“y/n?”

no answer.

“y/n!” and he’s shaking your shoulders, “you can’t sleep now!”

you groan in annoyance, “just go to sleep, peter”

“you don’t think i would if i could!?” he huffs.

“well, what d’you want me to do?”

“umm,” he takes a few moments to ponder before he suggests, “ask me about my day.” 

you blink one eye open at him, glaring, “it’s 2am... and you want me to ask you how your day was?”

peter blankly blinks in return, offering you a toothy grin, “mm, yea!”

you could only stare back at him blankly as he waits for you, and slowly you ask, “how was your day.”

he’s instantly giddy at your question (which definitely didn’t sound like a question), and breathes out a relieved sigh.

“i’m so glad you asked,” he shakes his head, “it was so tiring.”

he began to ramble on about how eventful his day was. and no matter how hard you tried to fight off sleep, there was something so calming about peter’s voice that puts you to sleep.

“-and she bought me a churro, so that was nice. oh, and you know howard? that homeless man on 31st?”

“mhmgh.” 

gradually, he subconsciously moves closer to you, playing with a loose thread of your blanket and tucking himself in, snug against your body. 

“he told me that he lost his pet pigeons when he got kicked out and he asked me to go help find them for him. i never realized how hard it was to swing while holding a couple of birds. but anyways, i still have-”

peter takes a look at you as you doze off and whines your name.

he’s shocked when you surprisingly move towards him, bringing an arm around his torso and tangling your legs with his.

at last, the boy seems calm down after awhile, focusing his breathing to follow suit with yours. talking did seem to help. now he’s finally warm, laying in bed next to the girl he loves most. and you’re pleased with your effort to help him sleep.

it's only a matter of time until he pipes up again.

“hey y/n, if I was a worm in a top hat who could only communicate with you telepathically, would you still love me?” 

“dammit, peter”

[borathae]

“After listening to your friend’s story about how awesome it feels to sit on your boyfriend’s lap, you want to try it yourself. Jungkook is more than willing to offer his lap to you, even it makes his face burn up and his heart race like crazy (and maybe get his dick hard, but don’t tell anyone).

Alternatively: Maybe sitting on your boyfriend’s lap isn’t as innocent as you may have thought it would be.”

~ Requested by two anonies ~

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Gerne: College!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!Fluff, Smut

Warnings: shy but horny!Jungkook, shy but horny!Reader, they both think the other is in charge which ends up with them being two needy subs grinding on each other, so much domestic sweetness, listen it’s so cute, making out, lap sitting, thigh riding, she rubs his cock over his clothes, grinding, she grinds her pussy on his cock, unprotected sex in the sense that he cums on her without a condom on but dw they are both clean & on birth control, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: I combined these two requests and decided to go with the Sense of Innocence!couple because they fit them really well. This is so adorable and cute and gosh, I love writing for them. They are both such sweethearts. Enjoy my lovelies, this is also my B-Day present for Koo 💗

You are hanging out at Jungkook’s place today. It is raining outside. The skies were grey and on the roads little rivers of fallen water were making their way downtown.

You don’t mind the weather. Not only because you love rainy weather, but also because Jungkook’s place was really cozy. He has his heaters on at their highest level, keeping the apartment nice and toasty. His diffuser was on as well, soaking the air in a sweet and perfectly faint vanilla scent. He even turned on his galaxy lamp. It is barely visible right now, as you not only have the lights on, but it’s also still bright outside. It still gave the room a slight colourful hue to it, which was nice.

Jungkook is playing Animal Crossing on his TV while you are next to him, playing on your phone.

Your feet you have buried under his thigh, using his body heat to keep your toes warm. Every now and then you can feel Jungkook caressing the back of your calf as a reminder that he was there and you were there and while he was busy with gaming he still thought of you. It was a nice reminder.

Right this moment you received yet another text from your classmate and friend Jia giving you dating advice.

-          Jia: are you serious? you never sat on his lap before??

-          Jia: haven’t you guys been together for like seven months??

Well, it was more of her shaming you for your slow step taking, but it was dating advice nonetheless.

-          You: not like this. not so random.

-          You: what if it’s weird?

Her answer is instant.

-          Jia: girl, it’s weirder that you’ve never done it before

-          You: :( i just don’t wanna be too much

-          Jia: he loves you like crazy, I don’t think he’d think it’s too much

You contemplate her answer long enough that she sends you three more messages.

-          Jia: besides. two things.

-          Jia: sitting on your guy’s lap is so comfy

-          Jia: and Kook’s a dude, he’ll love it cause dudes love that shit

You sneak a glance at Jungkook, who just this moment shoves a big handful of salted peanuts into his mouth. He wipes the access salt on his black shorts and chews with his big eyes focused on the screen.

So Jungkook loves it when you sit on his lap because all dudes do.

That sounds like a stereotype to you.

-          You: I feel like that’s way too generic. not every guy’s the same.

-          Jia: yeah, duh? but he’s into you and if a guy’s into you he likes it when you sit on him

You feel your cheeks heat up at her choice of words, looking at Jungkook in case he somehow heard what you just read. He obviously didn’t, still highly concentrated on planting pink flowers on his island.

-          You: you really think so?

-          Jia: yeah

-          You: and it’s worth it?

-          Jia: YEAH

You look at Jungkook again. He is chewing again, which means he shoved some peanuts into his mouth when you weren’t looking.

-          You: okay I’ll do it, brb

You don’t get to see her answer, but she is cheering for you.

You place your phone down.

“Hey, Kook, uhm.”

“Hm?” he says, cocking his eyebrow up but not looking away from his game.

“Can I try something?”

“Yeah, wanna play for a bit?” he offers, but follows it up with, “can I just finish the flowers first? I know exactly where to put them and I don’t wanna forget the spots.”

“No, I wanna uhm…can I just show you?”

Jungkook nods his head, “sure”, he says, still staring at his game.

You take a deep breath and peel yourself off your comfortable lounging spot to get on all fours and crawl to him.

He sneaks a glance at you from the corners of his eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asks, eating some peanuts again.

You take his arm and pull it around you. At that Jungkook finally looks at you, flashing you a sweet smile instantly.

“Hey”, he says, pulling you closer.

“Hey, uhm”, you murmur, doing the next step of climbing on top of his lap and then sitting down.

“Oh?” he widens his eyes, gawking at you with his lips parted in a perfect O-shape.

You don’t bear to look into his eyes. Instead you let yourself plop against his chest, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle, nuzzling his cheek against your head. He rubs his hand up and down your back.

“You’re cute”, he says and pecks your hair.

“Do, do you like it?” you ask him.

“Yeah, I do”, he says, returning to his game, “so snuggly.”

You smile. So Jia was right. He likes it. You cuddle closer and begin playing with his hair. You like it too.

His chest is strong, his thighs are soft now that they are relaxed and his arms around you feel so safe. He also smells heavenly. Like his body lotion and laundry detergent. The faint scent of his shampoo lingers on his neck as well, as does the actual smell of his skin.

“Feels nice, don’t stop”, Jungkook says.

You also really love that you can play with his hair so easily. He has the softest hair. It’s always so nice to feel it run through your fingers and tickle your skin.

“Your hair is so soft”, you tell him shyly.

Jungkook rests his head against yours in acknowledgement, humming a soft “mhm”. He knows that he doesn’t have to say more.

You spend the next moments like this. Cuddled up together as Jungkook plays Animal Crossing. He is preparing his island for a flower festival and he wants it to look as perfect as possible. Every now and then, you can hear him munch on some peanuts or mumble innocent curses under his breath when he accidentally planted the flower in the wrong spot.

You feel so cozy atop his lap. He is so warm and snuggly. And the touches he gives you make you tingle like crazy. Each time he eats some peanuts, he makes sure to connect himself with you by touching you softly. His fingers trace your spine, his palms run along your side or thigh and every now and then you feel his lips leave a little kiss on your head. It’s so, so nice to experience and you curse yourself for not doing it sooner.

You would have sat on him longer if the stupid doorbell hadn’t rang. Jungkook lifts his phone to check for the time.

“Our chicken”, he exclaims, “took them long enough. Wah, more than an hour.”

The doorbell rings again. He pats your butt gently.

“Baby, can I get the chicken?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m already getting it”, you say and peel yourself up with a heavy heart. You wanted to stay on his lap for longer.

You thank the delivery person, wishing them a safe drive home. The rain became stronger in the time you sat on Jungkook’s lap, entering his apartment and hitting your toes when you had to open the door. The delivery person trots down the stairs with their head held low to shield the rain. Poor them. You hope that they can warm up and dry off soon. 

You lock the door and return to Jungkook. He already has two plates set out and a pair of plastic gloves for each of you.

“Wah, look at the size of that box. I’m so hungry already, you have no idea. Thank you for getting it”, he says, meeting you halfway to take the box from you. He carries it to his coffee table and sets it down. Then he opens it, busying himself with taking out the different sauces and opening them.

You in the meantime, get comfortable next to him and switch the channels.

“Thank you”, he says.

“Sure. Should we continue Physical 100?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

And so it happens that you and Jungkook watch your current shared favourite show as you eat your crispy chicken. It is a very amazing time and the food is really tasty. But you can’t deny the sad little feeling deep in your tummy that you can’t sit on his lap anymore. You got a taste of it and now you want to experience it again.

You and Jungkook wash down the chicken with some beer. He sighs happily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“The food was so good”, he says.

There is around seven minute of show left. He relaxes into the cushions and sips on his beer. You get up to clean the table.

“Baby, no”, he says, tugging you back down.

You fall with a squeak, landing on his lap. Your eyes flit up, meeting his playful gaze. Your heart is doing somersaults in your chest. 

“Don’t clean, you’re my guest. Just relax”, he says and wiggles his legs, “please?” he adds, widening his eyes cutely.

“Yeah okay”, you say, stifling a squeaky giggle as you settle against his chest. Your back is resting against it while your head is on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and kissing you softly.

“I love that”, he says, “this is so nice.”

“Yeah it is”, you agree, feeling your heart race like crazy. This is the best feeling ever. It really is.

And so it happens that you finish the show sitting on Jungkook’s lap. You drink your beer, laugh or gasp at parts of the show and enjoy the other’s warmth to the fullest. And you are so, so happy that you dared to take the step. Being on his lap is amazing.

“Do you wanna watch another episode?” he asks once the show finished.

“Yeah, why not?” you say.

“Noice”, he says, pecking your cheek, “keep it playing, I just gotta wash the dishes. I thought I could handle them being here, but I can’t. I’m so fidgety.”

You get off his lap and help him clean the coffee table. The show is running in the background. His kitchen is located right behind the TV, allowing you to listening to the show clearly.

“I get it. It’s nicer when everything’s clean”, you tell him, throwing away the empty chicken box and cans of beer.

“Yeah definitely.”

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to do the dishes. They were only two plates after all. You are already on the sofa again when he returns. He sits down next to you and sneaks a glance at you. You do the same.

“Do you…” you begin.

“Yeah”, he says, blushing softly.

“Okay”, you almost squeak the word and then you are already on your feet to change your position. You sit down on his lap again, cuddling into him while he hugs you tightly.

“This is so nice”, he says, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling softly.

“Yeah, it really is”, you agree, feeling oh so happy.

You manage to watch a good two thirds of the show and then you have to get up to pee. You tell Jungkook to keep the show running because you don’t like the current team and don’t care about what happens to them. Jungkook still gives you updates when you are sitting on the toilet, doing so by yelling out what was happening. It made you chuckle because it was cute.

Jungkook is gawking at the screen with big eyes and parted lips once you return. He is resting his elbows on his knees, looking totally captured by the show.

Saddened by the fact that you can’t sit on his lap anymore, you sit down next to him.

His head turns to you instantly, he frowns at you, studying you with sad eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you sitting there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Get on here”, he says, patting his lap, “don’t sit there.”

“Oh”, your cheeks heat up instantly, “sorry, I just didn’t want to force myself onto you.”

“You’re not. Now com’ere”, he says and opens his arms for you.

You follow happily, doing it in a way so you were facing him again.

“But you can’t watch the show like that”, he says.

“It’s fine, I like this so much more”, you tell him, running your hands up and down his neck.

He gazes into your eyes and smiles with them. You retort it.

“You’re cute”, he says.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“I love it so much”, he says.

“I thought that I would try it tonight.”

“It’s amazing”, he smiles, caressing your waist.

You are so giddy! You have to kiss him! You do so rather forcefully, knocking a surprised squeak out of him. He falls into the cushions, accepting the kiss with his breath tickling your cheek as he exhales shakily. One more time you suck on his lips and then you pull back to sneak a glance at him.

His eyes are half-lidded, his lips are parted. He gazes at your lips then locks eyes with you. A soft, hazy smile lights up his face.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“Just so. I think you’re so cute”, you tell him.

“I think you’re cuter”, he says and looks at your lips, “I want to kiss you again”, he confesses, cupping your cheek, “please?”

You close the distance between you and him. You want the same. You got a taste of him and now all you want to do is have him on your lips for hours. It starts off innocent. Really, you didn’t mean for it to turn into the mess it will turn into ten minutes from now.

It starts off oh so innocently. You are feeling each other up, but it is never meant to linger on an intimate spot. You touch his chest, his shoulders, his face and neck, playing with his hair as well. While he feels up your back, your waist, your legs and your face, tickling your scalp every now and then as well. It was supposed to be innocent, but the thing with being stupidly and unbearably in love with each other is that there will come a time where the innocent touches leave exciting sparks on your skin and then those touches send your hearts into overdrive and make your breaths shaky.

You break the kiss, just so you can connect your tender lips with his neck.

“Baby”, Jungkook sighs, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes, “that feels really good.”

His pulse is racing like crazy under your lips, encouraging you to keep going. Jungkook moans softly, sliding his hands to your hips. That’s when the innocence ceases to exist. You chase his touch, forcing your pussy to grind against his thigh.

“Ah”, you gasp, tensing up and lifting your head.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, looking at you with big, worried eyes.

“I, I”, you stutter, feeling your face heat up unbearably.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he stresses.

You wiggle your hips and bite down a little moan. The pressure and warmth on your clit felt really intense. Jungkook sneaks a glance down at you, widening his eyes.

“Oh”, he lets out, looking back at you.

You lower your head, feeling too embarrassed to look into his eyes. He’ll probably think that you’re such a needy idiot.

Jungkook takes your hand and guides it to his dick wordlessly.

“Oh?” you gasp, gawking at him. He is really hard in his shorts, twitching into your hand as he guides your fingers over his tip. He is blushing like crazy.

“I didn’t want to say, because I didn’t wanna be a horndog”, he says and grins shyly.

“Oh”, you let out and wiggle your hips on his thigh. The grinding motion feels so good that you let out a little moan. Jungkook answers you with a moan as well, looking at your lips with droopy eyes. He is still rubbing your hand over his clothed cock, but soon doesn’t have to anymore as you take over.

“This is good”, he sighs.

“Yeah, it’s good”, you agree.

Jungkook places his strong hands on your hips and helps you ride his thigh. He feels so good. You are so warm on his thigh and the way you seem to tense and shudder each time your hips roll over his muscle excites him a lot. You in return love how his cock is twitching under your hand and how hot he feels to the touch.

You exchange one look, one moan, one touch and then you are kissing again. Sloppier than before. More tongue as well. And with lots of little sounds escaping the both of you. The show is almost over by now. Only ten minutes left. Neither of you take it in. It’s background noise, just as the loud rain outside is.

You rub each other sensitive that way. The next episode is already four minutes in when you break the kiss again. You have soaked through your panties and sweats by now. Jungkook did the same with his shorts. You are panting like crazy, barely catching your breaths. You try to look at him, but barely can. He is so blurry in your vision. You cup his heated cheeks. Jungkook leans into your touch, moaning your name.

“I can’t hold it for long”, he confesses.

“Same”, you say, tensing on his lap.

“I wanna feel your pussy.”

“We could take our pants off.”

“Yeah please.”

“Okay.”

You scramble to get naked. At least your bottoms for now. You are too horny to care about your shirts. You just want to connect with each other again. You scramble back onto his lap, Jungkook welcomes you with open arms. He grips your hips instantly without ever guiding you. You still think that he is. Neither of you really think they’re in charge, both think it’s the other. It still works somehow. You find each other, pressing up against the other.

Like this, your pussy is grinding right against his cock. Said cock is resting against Jungkook’s stomach, twitching when your wet warmth comes into contact with him.

“Baby”, Jungkook moans, closing his eyes, “baby that feels so good.”

“Yeah”, you moan and chase him with rolls of your hips. His cock grinds right against your clit, sending electric pleasure through your veins. He is so much warmer than his thigh was. And softer. And so much wetter. Oh god, having his naked cock against your pussy feels so good. You don’t want to stop chasing him. He probably thinks that you are acting so needy right now, but you have to keep moving.

You lower your head to kiss his neck and suck on his skin desperately.

Jungkook moans, dropping his head on the edge of the backrest. Like this, his body slides down the cushions just enough that you have even better access to his cock. You press down on him and use the better position to focus your attention on his tip.

Jungkook shudders, tensing his thighs as he feels bolts of pleasure course through him.

“Don’t stop”, he begs, leaking in bliss.

You smear it all over your pussy and cock seconds later, mixing it with your own never ending slick. The movements are so easy because of how wet both of you are. You can’t stop grinding on him even if you wanted to. His request is unnecessary because all you want to do is keep feeling him in this way.

“Don’t stop”, you beg. You don’t know why you begged, but it felt so right to do. In your eyes it is Jungkook, after all, who controls the scene. Who guides your hips with his hands as you lose yourself on his cock.

While he thinks that you are having him wrapped around your every finger, laying willing victim to your sweet seduction.

Truly it is almost adorable how wrong either of you was. Just two submissive lovers grinding on each other, thinking they are the one submitting whilst in reality you are both equally submissive. It’s adorable, really. Adorable and very needy.

Oh so needy.

You break your lips from Jungkook’s neck because you needed to breathe. You are so dizzy that it gets hard to keep moving your hips. But you have to, Jungkook would want you to.

“I’m so close”, you whimper, twisting a bundle of his hair.

“Me too, baby”, Jungkook gets out, squeezing your hips. He is holding back. All he really wants to do is climax all over your pussy. But he holds back, because you would want him to.

Adorable, really. You both are so adorably stupid right now.

“Kookie”, you whimper, tensing up. Your clit is pulsating like crazy. You can’t describe how intense his cock feels on it, but it does. Oh it does. You can barely breathe.

“You can c-cum whenever you, you need to”, Jungkook stutters, squeezing your hips.

“R-really?” you squeak out, resting your forehead on his shoulder. You are so ruined. Oh god, so ruined. You need to keep grinding and grinding and grinding.

“Yes”, he says and in his ears it’s him making sure that you cum first, but to you it sounds like he is finally giving you permission to let go.

You press yourself closer and sob his name, hiding away in the crook of his neck as you let that tight knot in your tummy burst. You manage to grind yourself on him one more time and then the pleasure gets too difficult to bear.

“Oh god”, you choke out, convulsing atop his lap as your fingers twist his hair desperately. You feel so hot. Your pussy feels like she’s burning up. It’s so intense that you end up sobbing his name again and squeezing him for comfort.

“You’re so hot”, Jungkook mewls, helping you ride out your high by moving his hips which results in his cock grinding against your pussy, “oh god baby, oh god.”

You finish after five aggressive shakes of your legs.

“Kook”, you moan, chasing him even if it hurts a little. You already acted needy enough, now you need to get him off as well, “Kook please.”

“I’m gonna cum”, Jungkook whimpers, “I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Please”, you beg him, grinding your overstimulated pussy against his tip.

“___”, Jungkook moans and arches his back. The tight knot in his stomach breaks and fire takes a hold of his body. It feels so good to climax like that, leaving him to drop into the cushions and keen your name loudly.

“Yes, thank you”, you pant, helping him ride out his high by grinding on his cock. He made you so sticky and wet now that he is cumming all over your pussy. You really like the feeling, chasing it with needy ruts of your hips.

It takes Jungkook six rolls of your hips and then he gets too overstimulated. He grips your hips and drags you away from his cock.

“Please no more”, he begs.

You drop onto his lap, soiling his skin with your mess. Neither of you care.

“Thank you”, he gets out, hugging you against him, “oh god, this was amazing.”

“Yeah”, you agree with your head resting on his chest, “I was so horny.”

“Me too”, he says, chuckling breathily, “you’re amazing.”

“No, you are.”

You lift your head to send him a goofy grin. One he retorts happily.

Behind you the show announces the new challenge. You and Jungkook sneak a glance at it.

“What the hell is going on?” Jungkook asks, reaching for the remote to press the information button, “huh? How are we already halfway through the next episode?”

“Stop it. I don’t wanna spoiler myself”, you say.

Jungkook turns off the TV and drops the remote in synch with his head falling against the sofa, “we’re idiots. I didn’t even realise the show was still on”, he laughs.

“Yeah me neither”, you giggle, “but I don’t regret it.”

“Agreed”, he says, hugging your waist, “lean into me, I wanna hold you.”

“Mhm, Kookie”, you say, snuggling into him, “we gotta rewatch what we missed.”

“Yeah definitely.”

“I gotta go pee and clean up soon”, you whisper.

“Hush, just a few more moments. I need to savour you.”

“That’s fine with me”, you say, feeling oh so happy that you want to scream.

Jungkook feels the same, replaying what happened moments before in his head. He is smiling as he does, feeling his heart race like crazy.

Jia will ask you for updates when you meet her on campus on Wednesday, but you won’t give her more than a simple “he really loved it”. She smiled and then acted cocky about being right.

[barbiiecams]

daddy’s girl

dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33

it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.

looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadn’t woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely weren’t complaining at all.

you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.

letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didn’t wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.

opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.

you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. “is that my liyah girl up?”

she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.

she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. “my pretty girl, we’re gonna have such a fun day!”

you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.

the wailing wasn’t happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.

she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a “trick baby”.

you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.

“good morning sleepyhead.” you grinned at him through the mirror.

he rubbed his eyes “g’morning,”

hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.

“this big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didn’t she?” he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could “steal” your man, it’d be no one except his other princess.

he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.

“best sleep of my life,” you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.

“and you deserve it,” he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. “carried her for so long, s’the least i can do baby.”

you smiled at his words, “well she’s sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.”

“and the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,” he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah won’t hear.

giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. “it’s too early for you. this is the reason why she’s here in the first place.”

while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. “you know i want another one.”

“me too,” you respond. “when she’s 2!”

he just smiles at this. he definitely doesn’t have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. “you wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?

“you wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?”

he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. “i’ll go get her ready, take your time baby.”

before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.

picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.

when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didn’t take you very long to get ready.

walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.

“woww, that was quick. i’m impressed.” you praise drew.

he throws you a wink, “super dad.”

you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyah’s bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.

as drew walked out, liyah wasn’t having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.

because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, “ohh i know sweat pea, daddy’s just leaving the baby huh?”

although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.

calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.

he takes the bag from you, “where we headed first, mama?”

“well i know she’s gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so let’s stop at our spot for brunch.”

before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, “it’s clear who the favorite is.”

he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. “whatever. let’s go.”

laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.

it’s the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.

you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered “your spot”, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. it’s where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories you’ve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely weren’t going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.

—

arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.

fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.

“ah look! it’s my favorite person and her parents!” the owner jokes.

this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, “good morning to you too.”

you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.

drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.

everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.

they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.

“that is really your twin, y/n!” the woman says.

“you think so?” you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didn’t just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.

“most definitely,” she smiles.

“she may look like me, but that’s her true favorite right there.” you pointed at drew.

“really?” the owner asks.

“oh for sure,” drew says as he just admires the both of you. “i always tell her, mommy’s twin but daddy’s girl.”

he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.

“when you have a son, he’ll most likely be a mamas boy.” the owner affirms.

“well, i guess we’re just gonna have to test that theory out.” drew says as he wraps an arm around you.

and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart II

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You try to recover

You stay in the hospital for nearly two weeks as your new heart gets used to its new home in your body.

Ingrid and Mapi are with you the entire time.

Sometimes, one of them even skips training to come and see you. You're in a special hospital room and they have to wear silly facemasks when they come to visit that makes them look all weird.

They bring you lots of things to play with while you're stuck in bed and all of their friends send you flowers and food to keep you happy. Your caseworker comes in sometimes and she gets Mapi and Ingrid to sign lots of documents and helps them to sign you out of the hospital to take you home.

"Okay," Ingrid says as you all come up in the elevator together," You ready?"

You're wearing a special party hat because Mapi said that you were going to have a little party to celebrate your new heart. You don't really know why getting your new heart means a party but you also know that a party means lots of food and fun so you're happy to go back inside.

A few of Ingrid and Mapi's friends are already in there but you head straight for Patri and Pina because they're holding Bagheera, who's wearing a party hat too.

"Whoa, there," Ingrid says softly, still holding your hand tight like she's scared you're going to wink out of existence," Let's take it slow, alright?"

You frown and shrug. "Okay."

She keeps hold of your hand as you move to greet Bagheera. She mews at you softly, bumping her head against your chest.

"I know," You say," I've got my Santa heart." You look up at Pina and Patri. "Santa got me a new heart for Christmas. It goes boom-boom properly."

"Really?" Patri asks," That's cool. Do you feel better now?"

"Little tired sometimes," You reply, rocking back and forth on your feet," But still good!"

"She's been healing up very well." Ingrid's fingers run through your hair like yours run through Bagheera's. "The doctors are going to do another check next week and then we get to take her out again."

Even though you're out of the hospital now, you're not allowed out of the house for another week just so you can adjust to everything back home again.

"It'll be good to see you at training again," Pina says," We've been missing our little cheerleader."

"And you can join in now!" Patri exclaims and you whip your head over to Ingrid.

"Can I?"

She thinks for a moment. "We'll see," She says," Let's get through next week and then we'll see if you're strong enough to run around."

"Okay." You go back to stroking over Bagheera's fur and adjusting her party hat when she gets annoyed with it. You like Bagheera. You'd never seen a cat in real life before you came to live with Ingrid and Mapi so it's nice to have Bagheera with you now.

You yawn when you're about halfway through the movie Paredes put on and you climb up into Mapi's lap to lay on her. Her big hands rest on your back, gently stroking up and down until you're head feels too heavy for your body and it flops against her.

"She looks much better," Alexia says as she notices that you're out like a light.

"Yeah," Mapi says as she reaches for a blanket to drape around your body," They had her on a ventilator those first few hours after surgery and she looked so bad when they took her in. But...But she's better now, just a little sleepier."

"She just had major surgery," Alexia says," I think she's allowed to be a bit tired. I'm surprised she lasted as long as she did."

Mapi laughs, gently rocking you. "I should put her to bed. I can't imagine those hospital ones were comfy."

Your weeks dissolve into a steady routine after you get your Santa heart. You still have to go to the doctor every week and they do tests on your new heart and they take out the little staples they put in your chest.

Ingrid still sticks to your side and she's always giving you cuddles and kisses. She lets you run around more now that the doctor says it's okay but she still wraps you up nice and warm because you still sometimes have issues with being cold.

A few months after you're declared fully fit, your caseworker comes to visit.

Ingrid lets her in while you've opened your mouth so Mapi can give you your medication. The doctor says that even though your Santa heart is working very well, you'll have to take medicine every day to make sure that your body wants to keep it.

Well, he said lots of big words and complicated stuff but Mapi explained it to you like that when you went to get ice cream after your appointment.

You case worker says hello to you before briefly looking around the house ago and then making you sit down in front of the tv with her. That makes you a bit nervous and you hang on Mapi's hand.

"With Mapi and Ingrid?"

"In a minute," Your caseworker says," I just want to have a little talk with you without them."

Your brow wrinkles. "And Bagheera has to go too?"

"Bagheera can stay," Ingrid promises you, kissing the top of your head and steering Mapi into their bedroom.

You stroke Bagheera's fur rhythmically as you sit in front of your caseworker.

"How are you feeling now?" She asks," With your new heart?"

"Santa got me a good one," You reply," But I've still got to take special medicine."

She writes something down. "And you always take your medicine?"

"Ingrid reminds me," You answer, getting a bit distracted by the way a single ray of sunlight is peaking through the blinds," And Mapi hides it in icing sometimes for when I don't want to take it."

She writes down something more. "That's good. And you like it here, with Ingrid and Mapi?"

The topic of your favourite girls makes you perk up. "They're my most favourite! Mapi is so cool! She's got lots of tattoos. She says that one day, she'll let me draw her one to put on her body."

Your caseworker nods along, her pen moving along the paper. "And what about Ingrid?"

"Ingrid gives me cuddles all the time," You say," And she lets me help make dinner and cookies and she takes me to the park and we go down the slide together."

Your caseworker stops writing and flips her notepad shut. "Do you remember what it means to have a caseworker like me?"

You nod.

"What does it mean?"

"It means that you find adults to look after me because I don't have parents."

Your caseworker nods. "Adults like Ingrid and Mapi," She says," They're fostering you."

You give her a little look. "I know." You don't know why she's talking about that. It makes you feel all weird inside and briefly, you wonder if your Santa heart is going boom-boom wrong like your old one.

"Sometimes," She says," Fostering is more temporary."

You don't like her words. It makes you feel all icky and bad inside. You shake your head. "No," You say," No! Stay here!"

Your caseworker hands you a picture. It's got a little family on it, a mummy and a daddy and two boys who have the same hair colour as you.

"This family doesn't want to foster you," Your caseworker says when you throw the picture on the floor and hold Bagheera close. "They want to adopt you. They think you'd fit in well with them. Like a forever home instead of a foster home."

You shake your head, your bottom lip wobbling. "No...No! Forever home with Ingrid and Mapi!"

Your caseworker sighs deeply, shuffling the picture of the little family back into her folder. "You want to stay here?" She checks," With Ingrid and Mapi?"

"And Bagheera," You say stubbornly," Because this is forever home. Mapi and Ingrid are forever with me and my Santa heart."

"And you don't want to live with this family?" She reaches for the picture again and you turn away.

"Ingrid and Mapi," You say firmly.

"Okay. Let's get Ingrid and Mapi in here."

You're near to tears when they finally come back in and Ingrid pulls you into her arms immediately. You wipe your cheeks dry on her shirt and blindly reach for Mapi.

"Stay," You beg," Stay here. With you."

Mapi whips her head to your caseworker. "We've already begun to file the paperwork!" She hisses," Why would you bring them up to her?"

"I'm just doing my job. I couldn't let her stay here if she didn't want to!"

"Want to stay!" You say, hiding yourself away in Ingrid's neck," Want to stay!"

"You're stressing her out," Ingrid cuts in plainly when it looks like Mapi and your caseworker are going to start yelling," I understand you're doing your checks and you have to get her opinion but she's barely been out of the hospital for a few months and the doctors said that undue stress isn't good for her Santa heart." She strokes a hand over the back of your head. "We've filed the paperwork. She wants to live with us over the other family that expressed interest. We want her here with us."

Your caseworker sighs. She does that a lot. "I can't promise this will stay private. You're public figures. Your papers will be rushed through as soon as possible."

When she leaves, you finally peak out from your hiding place. With big, wet eyes, you look between Ingrid and Mapi. "Stay here?"

"Yes," Mapi says with an air of finality," You're staying here."

[showf4lls]

ɞ ― make a home in you; chuckle sandwich

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt

dedication! @ivyinnit

notes! i’m currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: it’s been so long since i’ve received this request, i know. it should’ve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivy’s deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3

TED

⎼ y’all schedule out laundry days together. it’s cute as fuck okok

⎼ forehead and cheek kisses while you’re on your way out the door

⎼ if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you

⎼ if you don’t have any important plans for the day and you’ve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when it’s ready

⎼ brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after

⎼ if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need

⎼ y’all are constantly doing bits. it’s kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because you’re just having a great time

⎼ ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when you’re leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that

⎼ he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it

⎼ he’s just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload

– when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down

CHARLIE

– you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when you’re sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone can’t come up with a joke fast enough

– you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up

– as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations

– he has a thing about always making sure you’re warm enough. you’re a little chilly? he’s pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once you’re all comfy and settled, he’s on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? he’s running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when you’re about to leave the house -- it’s colder than 50 outside? he’s scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they don’t match. no other options but you’re still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when you’re chilly and uncomfortable :[

– brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that he’s seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going

– loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until you’ve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while you’re laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that aren’t super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like you’d both be too fidgety to just cuddle)

– some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. it’s light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if it’s all real. he’s right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. it’s all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you

SCHLATT

– it’s a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but they’re there when you look for them. they’re quiet, but they’re ever present

– he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if he’s sleeping light enough to hear you get up, he’ll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy “ten more minutes, babe. i’ll be up then, jus’ ten more minutes.” it’s never just ten more minutes

– he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks you’re working yourself too hard, he’ll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or you’ll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and he’ll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you it’s nap time

– you guys have a lot of nap dates. it’s an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart

– you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers

– schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. he’d never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. “what are you doin’ outta bed?” he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room

– really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. he’ll purposely “forget” to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes

– hangs on you a lot on days when there’s nothing to do. he’s pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done

[daenysx]

Hi love!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, could i possibly request a sirius x fem reader where reader just had an unbelievably long day at work (im projecting uni is kicking my behind) and she comes home so worn out and extra clingy cause she needs extra love and attention from sirius and of course our pretty boy is more than happy to oblige? thank you <333

this is so relatable, thank you for requesting angel, i hope you enjoy!

sirius black x fem!reader, fluff

sirius is trying to watch a film while he waits for you at home.

well, he's trying but he's not very good at focusing on the plot today. he keeps thinking of your voice, your sad and tired tone, your fake words to convince him that you're doing okay and he doesn't need to come get you from work. he keeps staring at the screen of his laptop just to make minutes go faster, his eyes are empty when his mind is full of you.

the sound of your keys unlocking the door makes him jumpy a little, he leaves the laptop on the couch to see you. your bag hangs from your shoulder, your eyes look puffy from what he can see, you don't look steady enough to move one more step. sirius frowns but he's quick to take your bag as you kick your shoes.

"welcome back, lovely." he says, quietly. you give him a worn out smile, sirius helps you with your jacket before he takes you in his arms. your hold isn't nearly as strong as his but you still hug him. he realizes you are almost ready to melt into his arms but you need a little time to do that. he brushes a quick kiss on your hair before he can see your face better.

his warm fingers push your hair back. "are you okay?"

you nod, giving him another smile. "better."

sirius supports you gently to go to the bedroom. you sit on bed as he brings you some comfy clothes. the way your eyes seem so blurry breaks his heart, he wants your spark back. he kneels in front of you and holds your hands, a kiss for each knuckle.

"can i help you change?"

you squeeze his hands. "i want to take a shower first, i think. i feel so messy like this."

he nods, stands up from his spot. "do you want me to come with you?" normally he'd ask the question teasingly, he'd smirk until you go mad but this time he's being cautious.

you nod, shyly. "but i don't think i can stay on my feet for too long."

"i'll hold you." he says. "i'll wash your hair and rub your back a bit under hot water, yeah? how does it sound, gorgeous?"

you smile and pull his face towards yourself with the last piece of strength you have. you kiss him for how sweet he's being, he wants to kiss you longer but you don't feel good enough and he knows.

sirius practically carries you to the shower, he helps you out of your clothes to get you under the hot water. he gets in with you, you lean into his chest as he holds you from your waist, his fingers are drawing circles on your skin. you make a sound that melts his heart, your muscles finally get to relax. sirius holds the back of your head to press your face on his neck. you kiss him and close your eyes, the water takes away all the stress you have from your tough day.

you think you'll fall asleep on your feet, leaning against sirius. he washes your hair and his long fingers rubbing your scalp feels perfect. he rinses the shampoo slowly, massages your shoulders with the rest of the bubbles. he cups your cheeks to see your eyes, finds them unfocused and sleepy. "come on, you lovely thing. you have to wait until we go to bed to sleep, yeah? i'll finish in a minute."

you hum, your head falls on his shoulder as you hold onto him like a koala. "i love you so much."

sirius's laugh echoes in the bathroom. "i know, baby." he says. "i love you, too. just keep your eyes open for me."

you nod, trying to do as he says. he finishes quickly just like he promises and you are out of the shower. you don't even have to move a muscle, sirius does everything for you. he doesn't say anything until he gets you nice and comfy, you feel like your heart will explode out of the amount of love you have for him.

you feel a lot better after a warm shower, you decide, the minutes spent under water clean you up in every way. you can feel the thoughts in your brain still exhaust you, but you can't have everything you want at the same time. for now, being physically clean helps a lot.

you change into the clothes sirius picked for you, one of his t-shirts and one of your little shorts. water drips from your hair and you try to use the towel to keep it a little dry. you sigh when your muscles stretch in a comforting but disturbing way.

sirius comes next to you after he finishes getting dressed himself, he stays behind as he takes the towel from your hands. he gently gathers all your hair in his hand and kisses your neck lovingly. you close your eyes, his lips feel like heaven on your skin. tilting your head back, you lean into him until he gives your another kiss.

"my poor baby." he whispers. you hum, needy for every touch. "let's brush your hair."

he does as he says, his fingers move to untangle your hair. he uses the comb after applying some oil you like, and you feel good enough to turn around when he finishes. he leaves the comb on your nightstand, his arms holding you immediately. you bury your face to his neck, the mixed smell of your shampoo and his cologne fill your senses.

"do you wanna go to bed?" he asks. "or maybe the couch?"

"the bed please." you say. he is quick to lift the covers to help you lay in bed. you can cry when you feel soft mattress under your tired body, a sound leaves your lips when you try to get comfortable.

"are you hungry, sweetheart?" sirius asks.

you shake your head. "i don't feel like eating, siri."

sirius hums, he knows he shouldn't force you. he plans a full breakfast for the morning quickly in his mind. "what about some tea, baby? the one you like that smells like berries?"

you think this option for a second, but even though the thought of a hot cup of tea sounds perfect, you don't feel good enough to sit and drink something. you extend a hand to him, he sits next to you on bed, careful eyes watching your every expression.

"maybe later." you say, a smile forming on your lips to convince him you're okay. "won't you come closer?"

sirius places himself gently in bed, right next to you. he is holding you instantly and you wrap yourself around him. his one hand starts rub your shoulder blades, and the other one goes to your hair. he kisses your head, and once more until he loses a breath.

there are voices in your head, they've been there the entire day. you were begging for some silence at some point when you called sirius but controlling your mind is not so easy. you just bury yourself closer to him like you're hiding from the world and he keeps you there. a slow teardrop falls on his neck from your eyes, your lips form a soft pout.

then the voices stop.

because now there's him talking and only him. his beautiful voice reaches your ears and you calm down easily. "it's okay." he says, his fingers are kind in your hair. "my baby's just tired, but you'll feel better. we'll stay in bed until you feel like yourself again, okay?"

you nod automatically, your lips pressed on his neck but not quite kissing. he kisses you instead, covers your forehead with fond brushes of his lips. "let's try to get some sleep, sweetheart." his voice is low. "close your eyes, pretty girl."

"sirius?"

"hmm?"

"thank you." you whisper before breathing him in and closing your eyes for sleep.

"you are so lovely, do you know that?" he blinks, tightens his arms around you. "no need for that, i'm just trying to take care of my girl."

[footygirl114]

Estrellas (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Sooo part # 6, thanks for sticking with me for this long (if you made it this far lol) This one is basically fluff and it gets a bit spicy - 18+ if you squint.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

As the time ticked closer to 7pm, the more your nerves grew. You were so excited to take her on a proper date, but you were also so nervous that you would mess things up. You had ran around all afternoon getting thing together, that you barley had time to shower and get ready before you needed to be out the door. You had texted Alexia earlier and told her to dress warm and comfy as you’d be outside, and asked her to meet you at the car in the garage. 

You were standing there 5 minutes before 7 running through the mental checklist you had going on to make sure the date was perfect you almost missed Alexia getting off the elevator walking up behind you. It’s like you can sense her, he nerves in your body were ignited and as you turned toward her, the nervous butterflies disappeared and were replaced by excited ones. She smiles softly at you and when she’s in range you softly say “hi beautiful.” 

She steps up right in front of you and you run your eyes down her body, noting the black leggings, comfy sweatshirt and trainers on her feet. “hola hermosa, I missed you today” she says and reaches out to squeeze your hand. 

“I missed you too” you whisper into her hair as you pull her into you and wrap her in a hug. 

She squeezes her arms around your waist and you take a moment to savour it, before you pull away and open the front door for her. With an exaggerated bow you say “your chariot my lady.” 

She chuckles and moves to get into the car, leaving a kiss on your cheek and whisper of “you are a nerd.” 

You chuckle along with her and move to close the door, jogging around your side to get into the driver seat. Turning towards her as you put your seat belt on you ask “are you ready to be amazed?” 

“Amazed?” she asks with a smile. 

“It has been a long time since I had someone I wanted to impress, but I am confident you will still like me after this date” you finish with a wink.

She chuckles and asks with a smile “how long has it been?” 

“Since I’ve been on a date or had someone I wanted to impress?”

She shrugs and says “both.” 

“Over a year and a half since a terrible blind date, and the last girl I tried to impress was in the 10th grade, but she was dating the quarterback and I never had a chance” you finish with a wink. 

She laughs and says “well I feel lucky to be the one you now want to impress.” 

You lean closer and press a kiss to her cheek and say “i’m the lucky one cause you’re letting me Ale.” You lean back and start the car and say “lets get this amazing date started.” 

The drive to the date is filled with comfortable small talk, and Alexia’s pestering about where the date is. She keeps asking and when you finally pull into the parking lot and turn off the car you simply say “lets go gorgeous.” 

You hop out of the car and move to grab two backpacks from the back seat, and you meet her at the back of the car. She asks “where are we?” 

“My spot. Now I can carry both bags, one on the front and one the back, or the professional athlete I am taking on an amazing date could carry one for me?” you ask her with a smile. 

She chuckles and holds her hand out and says “this professional athlete can carry a bag for you.” 

You move to help her put the bag on her back and once she’s secure and you hold your arm out to lead her towards the trail you are walking on. When she walks by you smack her on the ass and  say “we don’t have much time so I hope you can keep up” and you take off at a slow jog towards the trail and she chuckles but you hear her footfalls fall into step behind you. 

A few minutes into the short hike you slow down and turn around and ask her “I thought you were a professional athlete Ale.” 

“You are going to get it Hermosa, you better know who your teasing” she says as she moves to pass you up the trail. Before she can walk by you grab her hand and press a kiss to her cheek and then move to follow her. “Letting me lead?” she asks over her shoulder. 

“No I just want to watch your cute butt babe.” you chuckle and keep pace behind her, her chuckle making your smile grow bigger.

The last few bits of the trail are completed in comfortable silence, and when you break into the opening and you notice that your timing is perfect and the sun will be setting in about 15 minutes. You pause and let her walk a bit closer to the edge. You have been here many times, you found it on one of your first runs in the city, you liked the quietness and that you can see the whole city over the edge. The sun sets behind the city and it makes the scene even better. 

“Its beautiful” she says as she keeps looking out over the city and the sun. 

You move closer to her and you say “you’re beautiful.” 

She turns towards you and smiles and hold her hand out for you. You chuckle and move closer and pull the bag off her arms. She watches as you pull a blanket out, and spread it out on the grass. Then move to grab the container of cheese and crackers and the container of sandwiches you had prepared and place them on the blanket. Last you move to grab the bottle of champagne, and when you dig you cant find the glasses you knew were on your list. 

“fuck, where are they” you are talking to yourself as you dig into the bag. “They must be in the car, maybe I can run down quickly, I’ll be right back” you say as you look up at her. 

“whoa whoa Y/N, hold on” she stops you and places both hands on your cheeks making you look at her. “Whats going on beautiful?” she asks you. 

“I wanted this date to be perfect, and I forgot the glasses for the champagne and now its not gonna be perfect. I need to run down to the car and hope they are there or this date will be ruined.” You can feel the anxiety building in your body and you dig your nails into your palm trying to ground your self. 

“hey look at me” she says to you “Hermosa, I am right here look at me.” When you meet her eyes she smiles and says “this date is already perfect cause I am with you Y/N, glasses aren’t going to change that. We could have had Mcdonald’s in your car and I’d be happy beautiful, I just want to be with you.” 

“really?” you ask her.

She nods and moves to grab the champagne, she opens the bottle and then takes a swig straight form the bottle and says “anyways who needs glasses.” 

You chuckle and step closer to her and press a kiss to the corner of her lips. You pull back and ask her “Shall we watch the sunset?” 

You both sit beside each other on the blanket trading sips from the bottle of champagne, eating the food you bought. You both keep the talking to a minimum enjoying the silence and the sunset, when the sun finally disappears and the champagne is gone she gets up and moves to start packing up, you let her put the empty containers away and then you move to lie on your back. 

“come lie with me Ale” you tell her patting the blanket beside you. 

She smiles and says “okay.” She moves and lies beside you both on her back your hands tangled together, you can feel her head against yours. After a few moments she asks “what are we looking at?” 

“the stars, I love looking at the stars.” you say quietly. 

She squeezes your hand and asks “why the stars?” 

You take in the moment and keep your eyes on them as you tell her “When I was over there, I would lie awake at night, listening to distant gunfire and explosions, but I was able to focus on the stars. No matter where I am I know the stars are the same ones, and they’re always going to be there. It helped me sleep knowing that the stars I looked at every night where the same ones that the people I was protecting here were seeing.” 

You feel her turn on her side beside you, and when you turn your head towards her she meets your eyes and says “My father loved the stars, and he always said the same thing.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, i have always loved them.” she says with a smile. 

You keep your eyes locked on hers and you whisper out “Kiss me Alexia.” 

She smiles and leans down over you, and presses her lips to yours. When your lips meet its like something inside you shifts and feel the tight coil of control you always have relax, and you let yourself feel her and enjoy her touch. Moving one hand up you cradle her cheek and pull back smiling at her. 

“wow” she says with a smile. 

You smile and lean up and press another kiss to her lips, pulling back and asking “want to get out of here?” 

She nods and moves to hop up and holds a hand out to help you up. She pulls you into her when your standing and you wrap your arms around her and squeeze tightly. She pulls back and says “Let’s go before it’s too dark to get back.” 

The walk down is quiet and you both walk together hands intertwined, with soft smiles exchanged along the trail. You help her in the car again, and before you start the engine you lean in and kiss her again. You both have to pull back when you cant stop smiling into the kiss. 

The ride home is soft and filled with laughs and her hand on your thigh. When you get back to your building, and you pull into the parking garage, when you cut the engine, you smile at her and ask “so was it an amazing date?” 

She smiles softly and leans closer to you and says “It was okay, It could be better.” 

“Oh yeah?” you ask and lean closer placing a hand on her cheek.

“It’s getting better” she smiles. 

You smile and press your lips to hers and when you pull back you ask “better?” 

“Its getting better” she smiles. 

Chuckling you hop out of the car and open the door, and hold your hand out to her. She takes it and hops out of the car, you pull her with you to her elevator and scan your pass and push her into it. You crowd her into the back wall, pushing your body against hers, you connect your lips and when you feel her tongue tangle with yours, you can’t help but let out a soft moan. The dinging of the elevator breaks you apart. You pull her off it and ask “better now?” 

She smirks and pulls her hoodie off leaving her in just a tank and she walks backward and says “It’ll be amazing soon beautiful” and holds her hand out for you to follow her. 

You smile and slowly follow her step by step until she has her knees against the bed. You stop right in front of her and push her back onto her bed. You pull your hoodie over your head leaving you in a t-shirt standing over her. You smile at her and raise an eye brow watching her. 

She chuckles and undoes the button on her pants, pushing them down past her hips. You move to pull them off asking “Will this make it amazing babe? or should I work a bit harder?” 

Throwing her pants across the room you move to kneel over her “I think you are doing just fine gorgeous.” 

You straddle one of her legs, settling your weight on your hands on either side of her head, you press your thigh to her covered core and ask a hairs width from her lips and ask “how are you feeling now?”

She lets out a low moan, moving her hips to find more friction against your thigh and she warns “y/N, don’t tease me.” 

You move to press harder against her core, and you ask again “tell me how your feeling babe.” 

She moans and says “so good, I am so wet Y/N.” 

You lean in and connect your lips with hers, and you press your tongue into her mouth at the same time you press your thigh harder into her core, using your hands to encourage her to grind on it. You slide a hand down and move it under her shirt and push her bra to the side, you find her nipple and twist it and the moan she lets out makes you even wetter. 

You pull your mouth back from hers and lean into her ear asking  “can you cum from this babe? I want you to feel so good for me pretty girl” Finishing with a bite to the bottom of her ear.

“fuck Y/N” she moans out and grinds hard against your thigh, “i am close.” 

You tug her ear again and press your thigh harder into her core as you tell her in her ear “cum for me pretty girl, let me make you feel so good.” 

She lets out a loud moan of your name and you can feel her body let go, you pull back and watch her face as she cums with another moan of your name. When you feel her body slow down you pull back and move to lay beside her leaning on your arm, with one arm on her stomach you press a kiss to her temple and let her settle down. 

When she’s come back down she turns to meet your eyes and says “holy crap babe, I have never done that before.” 

“done what?” 

“orgasm with my clothes on, but this whole night has been amazing” she says with a smile. 

Smiling you ask “so it was amazing?” 

She smiles and before you can blink she’s straddling your hips and has your arms pinned behind your head. “You are amazing, and this date has been amazing. But its now time for me to show you how amazing I can be” she says with a smirk and leans down and presses her lips to yours.

[bruisedleftknee]

Snowy Night Walk

It's snowing, Noah and Reader are walking around the park and Reader feels cold, Noah tries to warm her up!

Noah Sebastian x afab!Reader 

Warnings: Car sex, Unprotected sex, Oral (both receiving), Fingering (fem reciving), Aftercare, Honestly I think it doesn't have anything graphic IMO. LOL

Word count: 1.8K (One shot)

Author's Note: Wrote this while it was snowing and I was cozy beside the fireplace sipping on my hot chocolate. Tried to make it longer, but I was too sleepy LOL. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think <3

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It's been snowing since morning. Noah suggested a walk after coming home this afternoon, so they've been walking around the park for almost an hour now, holding hands and talking about their day.

“Let's get back in the car; it's freezing." Y/N says as she rubs her hands against each other fast, “Hurry, I'm freeeeezing!” she continues. "Okay, okay.” Noah smiles, picks her up off the ground, and carries her. “Don't move too much, baby; the ground is slippery, he says as he tries to maintain his balance. “Put me down, Noah; I can walk'' she says, swinging her legs. “I said stop moving, Y/N'' he raises an eyebrow, looking at her; her cheeks and nose are pink, and he can see her breath when she speaks. “I'm cold!!!” she says, swinging her legs faster now. “And that's why I'm carrying you, baby. We're almost  there." He says this and searches for his car keys in his coat's pockets.

They are a few steps away from the car, which is covered in a thin layer of snow now. He smiles and kisses her cold lips. She kisses him back and puts her cold hand on his cheek. "Oh, you really are freezing, baby,” Noah says as he unlocks the doors. “That's what I've been saying!” Y/N says as she puts her cold index finger on the tip of his nose.

He opens the back door and puts her on the backseat, gently. “Um?! What are you doing?” Y/N narrows her eyes. “Making you warm,” he says as he crawls over her, smiling, and locks the doors.

Y/N is lying on the backseat now, and Noah is almost hovering over her. He starts kissing her, and their cold noses rub against each other. She holds his face with both hands and kisses him back. “What if someone sees us?” she asks between kisses. “Don't worry, no one's here.” He leaves a kiss on her forehead. “Now let’s get you out of those clothes." He starts undressing her, starting with taking her coat off, then takes off his coat and puts both under her head. “Are you comfy?” he asks. "Uhum.” She nods yes. He unbuttons her pants with one hand while kissing her neck, then helps her take off her sweater. She is almost naked, only having her underwear and socks on. He turns on the car's heater. “Are you not going to take those off?” she asks, looking at the clothes he's wearing. He doesn't answer and starts kissing her chest. His hands are warmer than they were a few minutes ago. He is running one hand over her chest and breasts, touching every inch of her, and grabbing the grab holder above Y/N’s head with his other hand to hold his position in the little space they have.

Y/N’s nipples are hard now; he kisses them and moves to her belly, kissing and licking her belly and navel. She moans and runs her fingers through Noah’s hair; his head is between her legs. “You're warm.. and sweet,” he says as he kisses her inner thighs. She grabs his hair and pulls him close to her face so she can kiss him again. “Kiss me,” she said before he kissed her and licked her teeth. Their tongues touch and explore each other's mouths. He caresses her hair and kisses her forehead gently. “Relax, baby,” he says as he goes down between her thighs again, this time grabbing her panties and pulling them down. He kisses the top of her feet after taking off her panties, her white socks that are keeping her feet warm are the only thing she's wearing now. He continues leaving kisses on her legs, going all the way to her thighs till he reaches her core again, then kisses her all over. His tongue explores her; he starts licking her folds that are getting wetter every second and sucks on her clit, she rests her legs on his shoulders; her back arches; and she moans louder. “Oh, I love that sound you make.” Y/N’s legs shake a little as Noah talks breathily between her legs. “Stay still, baby; I can't focus like this,” he laughs a little. Y/N shakes a little more every time she feels the warmth and vibration of his breath on her skin.

He continues what he was doing, now putting one finger inside her hole and going in and out slowly. Y/N’s moans are more frequent now. Noah puts his hand on Y/N’s neck and starts rubbing it, pressing his thumb and index finger on both sides of her neck. Her face gets a little red, and her body is getting warmer. “Aaahh~” she moans. “You like it?” He asks, “Mhemm” she responds. He presses his fingers a little harder on her neck as he presses his tongue inside her entrance. She locks her legs around his neck tighter, and her walls clench on his finger that is still inside.

He comes up, his finger still inside, and kisses her neck. His hard dick rubs against her lower belly. “Are you going to give it to me?” She asks almost beggingly as she looks in his eyes, “Not now, baby,” and he gives her a hickey. "Pleaseee.” She moans, almost scratchinh his back with his nails. “Let's find out how much you want it. I can give you this for now.” He puts another finger inside her and starts rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her back arches again, and her legs shake faster. He presses his weight on her gently to make her stay still. “You’re gonna cum? On my hand?” he says in her ear. “Uhum'' she moans. She’s close. Her legs won’t stop shaking, but as she is moaning louder and tugging at his hair, he pulls out his fingers. "No, no, please no.. don’t stop,” she whines, covering her face with one hand. "Shhhh,” he says, licking her clit in circular motions again. “Mgonn-” she moans. "No, baby, I need you to hold it for me,” he says as he comes up and licks her nipples. Then he quickly unzips his pants and takes out his dick, which has been hard since the moment he threw her on the backseat and is now about to explode. He gave it a few strokes and slid it inside her hole, which was dripping wet from her arousal mixed with his saliva.

She’s still covering her face, and she screams in pleasure as he enters her. “Now cum for me, baby,” he says as he thrusts deeper and faster into her. “Hands where I can see them; I want to see you when you cum on my cock.” He removes her hand from her face, then holds the car’s grab handle tighter and thrusts harder. “Faster Noah—ah, shit—harder…” she moans loudly and grabs the coat that is under her head with both hands, tightly.

He uses his free hand to pinch her nipple and slams himself into her harder when he sees her eyes open slightly and roll back. Her legs start to shake faster. “I can't," she tries to say. “Then don't, baby.” He pinches her other nipple, and she lets out a loud moan as her back arches even more. Her legs lock around him tighter as she reaches her climax.

Y/N’s whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her chest still rising and falling with every ragged breath from her post-orgasm. She always gets flushed like this after she orgasms. He’s standing still, watching her whole body go through different stages of pleasure and release. He can feel her warm arousal on his dick; she’s so wet that he doesn’t want to pull out. Her body is starting to relax slowly.

“A little more for me?” He asks, smiling, “Oh god.” She smiles back at him and nods yes. He’s starting to thrust into her again when she puts her hand on his belly to stop him. “Wait,” she says, and starts moving back a little, trying to change her position.

She’s now kneeling on her knees facing him; he can’t really stand in the car with his tall figure, so he’s hovering over her. She unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to get them out of the way. “Take off your sweater,” she says, then starts kissing the tip of his dick that is covered in her arousal. “Hmmm.. You taste good,” she says, giggling and looking up at him, then wraps her lips around his dick, holds its shaft with both hands, and starts stroking it. He puts his free hand on her head, holding it still, and starts thrusting back and forth slowly into her mouth as he hisses in pleasure.

“You’re gonna make me cum, Y/N." He’s looking down at her now, his hair messy and all over his face. Y/N looks up and gets closer to his face, still holding his dick with both hands and stroking it. “I want one more thing before that,” she says as she kisses him, then turns her back to him, still holding his cock with one hand, and puts her head on the coat that he put under her head. She arches her back and helps him put his dick inside her hole after stoking it a few times. They both let out loud moans as he enters her. “Now, I want you to cum,” she says as he starts thrusting into her, and she buries her face inside the coat.

He can’t move easily in the little space they have, so he lets go of the grab holder and puts his hands on both sides of her shoulders. His bare chest is almost touching her back, his chain dangling in the air, and he starts going faster. “I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he says in a deep voice. “Do it, Noah. Don’t make me wait longer,” she says. He starts going faster and faster, his rhythm starts getting messier, and she can feel Noah’s cock getting stiff inside her pussy, She clenches her walls around his cock, and he lets out a loud moan. He is about to climax. She feels him hesitate to stay inside right before he’s about to cum. "Inside,” she says loudly, “Ahhh~” he groans louder as his dick pulses inside her a few times, and then he is still. She can feel his cum inside herself; he kisses her shoulder and slowly pulls out. “Don’t move too much, baby; it’s gonna drip,” he says gently as he reaches for the tissues and then starts cleaning her. “Let it out, baby,” he says, rubbing her lower back. She unclenches her pussy and cum starts dripping out of her hole on the tissues. He cleans her off the liquid, wipes her inner thighs and back, and kisses her ass cheek gently. “Want a milkshake, or are you still cold?” Noah asks, smiling. “Milkshake sounds perfect." Y/N answers, smiling as she changes to a sitting position, leaning in for a kiss.

[justabratsworld]

Oh, baby, you’re so silly…

-yandere themes, f!reader

Snow crunching underneath your feet as you try to navigate through the dense forest. It feels like you’ve been running for days. Your nose is so raw and lips are so chapped it hurts just to breathe. Moving your hands cause you to flinch. Searching for a place to stop for the night, anywhere but out in the open like this. Not where he can spot so easily. In the distance you can see some smoke. Doesn’t seem too far but definitely not close enough to waste more time.

By the time you made it to the door, you feel as though your feet were going to fall off. Slow knocks are heard throughout the cabin as you wince each time your knuckles hit the door. “Please. Please, someone. Please just let me in”

Minutes pass as you sit there waiting for the door swing open. Thinking no one is going to let you in you turn around hoping, praying you can hide somewhere nearby. Before you can get far the door opens revealing a young woman. She looks about your age or so. Her long blonde hair was braided back. She had random streaks throughout her hair of different colors.

“Im sorry, I wasn’t dressed to open the door. I hope you weren’t waiting too long. Please come in, its cold.”

Without hesitation you made your way into the warm building. Rubbing hands together you offer a weak thank you. The cabin is quite cozy. Its how you envisioned your cabin would look like. As you look around you can’t help but feel like it looks just like your pinterest board of “Cottagecore living”.

“Here hun, have some soup. You look like you’re about to freeze to death.” The woman handed you a bowl of what looked like to be broccoli cheddar soup along with some bread. Grabbing it, you realize how hungry you are. When was the last time you ate? Was it this morning? Yesterday? Days ago? Stuck within your thoughts you missed the way she called your name. Only catching the “what has you all the way out here”. You sir there, wondering what to say. No one would believe you if you said you were escaping a crazed man who locked you in a house in the middle of nowhere. Mumbling “got lost hiking with friends” you continue to finish your food.

Bzz. Bzzzzz.

Bzzzz bzzzzzzz

“Hmm one second my brother is calling me.”

Weird.

You feel so weird. Your mind seems to be slipping and you seem to be unable to keep your eyes open. This couch is so comfy, smells like your home growing up. The blanket is the same one you used to have in your apartment. As you lay your head against the arm of the couch you see the door swing open. A figure approaches your now sleeping body and whispers “oh baby, youre so silly for thinking you can escape me.”

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

What You Give

Alex Cabot x fem!reader Warnings: some explicit language, insinuations of sex, established relationship, fear of flying, fluff on fluff on fluff Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Your girlfriend, Alex, is determined to take you on a trip to a surprise destination for your birthday. Suffice it to say that traveling with Alex–a trust fund nepo baby if there ever was one–is not the kind of travel you're used to. And it's a little intimidating.

You kicked your feet in bed, watching Alex as she moved between the dresser and the closet, packing your suitcase.

“Can you at least tell me if it’s warm or cold?” you asked.

She smirked at you, a stack of your clothes in her hands. “I could, but I won’t.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, puffing your cheeks out. Alex pulled one of your suits out of the closet and placed it carefully in a garment bag.

“You’re packing comfy clothes, too, right?” She didn’t answer. “Right?”

Alex emerged from the closet, staring bullets at you, the way a teacher does after you’ve gotten in trouble for talking in class. You flipped onto your back and looked up at her, standing above you. She leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Stop worrying,” she chuckled. “Just trust me, love.”

“I do trust you,” you argued, trying and failing to keep your eyes open as she ran her fingers through your hair. “I just like to know things.”

“Well, I like my girlfriend to shut her pretty mouth and do as she’s told.”

You huffed, your eyes playful and defiant. “Oh, yeah? Make me.”

Alex grabbed your chin and leaned down, meshing her lips with yours in a rough kiss. When she pulled away, you were out of breath and dumbstruck.

Alex laughed and patted your cheek.

“I don’t know, Alex. I’m feeling real chatty,” you protested, smiling cheekily at her as your head tilted upside down off the edge of the bed. Really, you just wanted her to kiss you again. You'd like her to take a break from packing and lay down with you and make out for a while.

She smiled softly at you. “I promise we’ll have plenty of time for not talking when we get there.”

“Get where?”

She rolled her eyes at you. “I’m a lawyer, my love. That’s not gonna work on me.”

You shrugged, a sheepish grin on your face. “Worth a shot anyway.”

Alex had you both at the airport by 4:00am the next morning. Nearly a full two hours before your flight, despite the fact that you both had TSA PreCheck. You didn't think she'd be able to continue hiding your destination, not when you had to show your IDs and go through security and everything. But somehow, she managed to wrangle every single employee into not letting slip where you were going. And when you sat at the gate, she had you face away from it, so you couldn’t see the destination name.

You groaned, leaning on Alex’s shoulder, so sleepy you had bags under your eyes. Wherever you were going, it had better be relaxing. Alex patted your leg. “I’ll get us some coffee, alright?” She pointed at you aggressively. “No turning around.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes closed. You missed the warmth of Alex next to you after she left. She returned a little later with coffee and croissants and her beautiful self, and if that wasn’t worth waking up for, nothing was.

But by the time you boarded the plane, you were regretting the caffeine. You were nervous. You were always nervous on planes. They made you just the slightest bit motion sick, and even though you knew they were safe, takeoff and landing scared the hell out of you.

You were so, so tempted to look up at the destination as you and Alex boarded the plane, tempted to take your noise-canceling headphones off so you could hear what the airline employees were saying. But Alex had worked so hard to surprise you. You couldn’t bring yourself to ruin it now, so close to the finish line.

You had no idea where you were sitting, where you were going, how long the flight would be. You felt like a child as Alex held your hand and led you onto the plane, but your jaw dropped when she stopped near the front of the plane and gestured for you to take the window seat–in first class.

You sank into the luxurious leather, marveling at the number of controls and the spacious leg room. Alex watched you, smiling, as you peered curiously out the window and pressed buttons.

“Honey” you said, finally turning to her. “I would have been fine with the regular seats.”

You felt a little guilty. You didn’t need all this. And there was no way you could’ve afforded it on your own. It was neither the first nor the last time you were deeply conscious of the class difference between you and Alex, but it was a stark reality here. You wished, sometimes, that you could spoil her the way she spoiled you, but you didn’t have that kind of money. To be honest, you made more money than she did at work but, even so, Alex got additional trust fund payments every month. Alex’s family had more money than you could ever dream of. So there would never be a time that you could give her something that she couldn’t give herself. It embarrassed you.

She pecked you on the lips, then lightly caressed your face. “Y/N, I don’t care what you’d be fine with. I care that you get the very best.”

You still felt uncomfortable, like your relationship was a scale, and it was tipping further and further toward Alex. But when the plane started to rumble, all other thoughts were drowned out. The engine roared to life, pressing you back into your seat, and you grabbed Alex’s hand, shutting your eyes tightly.

You grimaced as the plane left the ground, your stomach dropping, head pounding as you gained altitude. Your eyebrows were scrunched, and you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Alex’s hand, but she didn’t seem to mind. She rubbed her thumb along the back of your hand and pulled your head to her shoulder, running a hand through your hair and kissing your forehead.

“It’s alright, love,” she whispered. “I've got you.”

After the plane reached its cruising altitude, Alex pulled out her laptop, and you decided to keep your eyes closed for the time being, enjoying your music and leaning your head on Alex’s shoulder. You’d never been so glad to drift off.

About an hour later, Alex gently shook you awake. “Y/N, do you want breakfast?”

“Like what?” you asked, yawning. “Those little airplane pretzels?”

Alex smirked at you. “Sweetheart. We don’t do pretzels up here.”

“Oh.” You sat up, ruffling your hair.

“Here,” Alex said, lowering your tray table, and setting a pastry and a champagne flute in front of you. You stared at them, dumbfounded. “I got you a danish and a mimosa.”

“Wow,” you said, taking a sip of the mimosa. Maybe you could get used to this first class thing.

You glanced over to see what Alex was up to and gasped. “Alex!” you called accusingly, glaring at her computer screen.

“It’s not what it looks like!”

“It looks like you’re going over case files. and we said no work. No work, Alex!”

“They’re not case files,” she argued. “They’re case studies. I’m just brushing up.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “That is the dumbest, most lawyer-y excuse I’ve ever heard.”

She looked at you, pleadingly, and damned if her big, baby blue eyes didn’t give you a run for your money.

“Put it away, Cabot,” you said, taking a bite of the danish.

She sighed, but did as you said, flagging down a flight attendant and asking for the day’s Times.

“Help me with the crossword?” she asked, almost in apology, when she was handed the paper.

“Of course.” You smiled. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom first, though.”

You made your way shakily to the front of the plane, then stared at the gray bathroom door. The sign read unoccupied, so you knew there wasn’t anyone in there, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out how to open it. There wasn’t a knob, just a weird, small rectangle, and what were you supposed to do with that?

Face burning, you turned around and walked back to your seat, where you stared bullets at Alex as she read the paper. “Well, that was fast,” she observed without looking up.

“Alex,” you hissed. She glanced up at you. “I can’t get in.”

Her face screwed up in confusion. “What?”

“The bathroom door,” you whispered urgently. “I can’t figure out how to open it.”

A smile played at the corners of Alex’s mouth, and before you knew it she was giggling uncontrollably.

“It’s not funny!”

This only made her laugh harder, so hard she was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, trying not to smear her mascara.

“There’s no knob or anything! Just a little rectangle!”

“Oh, honey. Sweetheart,” Alex said, breathing quickly to catch her breath between bursts of laughter. “You just put your hand in the little rectangle and pull.”

Your face flushed even deeper, and you turned back to the front of the plane to try again. Somehow it was even more embarrassing that Alex had been right.

“Everything alright?” Alex asked, grinning, gesturing to your whole body when you came back. She still laughed a bit.

“Yes,” you replied tersely.

The rest of the flight passed without much fanfare or interruption. You and Alex worked the crossword together–one of your favorite things to do when you both had the morning off. You listened to music for a while and Alex read a book. You took one of her hands so you could play with her fingers.

You’d been just about to go to sleep again when Alex squeezed your hand, pointing out the window. “Y/N, look!”

You glanced out the window, and the view took your breath away. Stunningly blue water surrounded lush green hills and mountains. It was the kind of view you could almost smell, almost feel in your bones. A view you'd remember for the rest of your life.

Alex watched your face light up and smiled to herself. She was well-aware that most people did not grow up with the kind of money that she had. She was aware that most people couldn’t fly first class or afford the resort you were going to or treat their girlfriends to a luxury birthday trip. But she could. It was not a privilege she took lightly. She’d built a whole career around using her passions and talents to help those who didn’t have the privileges that she did.

You were one of those people–people who didn’t grow up with money, who would never have dreamed of a trip like this. And your money–or lack of it–didn’t have a single thing to do with how much she loved you. But she did love to see you excited, to see the look in your eyes when a dream came true for you–one you never thought would. She loved being able to make that happen.

“Alex, where are we!?” you asked, bouncing in your seat.

“St. Lucia.”

You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. “The Caribbean!?” you squealed, grasping the sides of her face.

She nodded, grinning at you. And you kissed her square on the mouth. It made her stomach do somersaults. She was just that crazy about you.

You barely left the balls of your feet for the rest of your journey, bouncing through baggage claim and to the private car Alex had hired to drive you to the resort. Giddy with excitement as you tasted the salt in the air and watched the palm trees fly by, as a resort employee led you and Alex across opulent jungle bridges and up to your room–your sanctuary, they called it.

And when you walked in–it took your breath away. An infinity pool that met wide open skies over the ocean, mountains reaching up and out of the depths on the horizon. 

“Alex!” you screeched, tackling her to the bed and peppering kisses all over her face until she was laughing and gasping for breath. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You ran your thumb along her cheekbone. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

She lifted her head up to kiss you. “Happy birthday, my love,” she whispered as you parted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You sighed and curled into her, both of you watching tropical birds fly across your vista, enjoying the salty air, the lulling din of the rainforest around you.

“I wish I could give you even close to what you give me,” you said quietly, running your hand lightly up and down her leg.

“Honey.” Alex tsked, lifting your chin so that your eyes met hers. “You give me you. You give me everything.”

“Yeah, but–”

She stopped you with a kiss, one that was a beginning, one that left you wanting more–and you had all the luxury and privacy and time you’d ever want to get it. “Let me love you, alright? I promise you give me more than enough. You give me more than I ever hoped for. More than I deserve.”

She kissed you again and this time you kissed back, sliding your hands under her shirt, your tongue into her mouth. She moaned into you, wrapping her legs around your waist, pulling you in. You smiled into the kiss and she giggled, her face red under yours. You pressed a warm kiss to the corner of her mouth and whispered, “Maybe we could finish this in the pool?”

She grinned and pushed you back, biting her lip as she looked at you. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered. And this was one thing you were more than happy to give to her.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Chesty coughs and cuddles

Pairings: Wanda x R

Prompt: “You’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.”  (From Sombre Sapphics blog prompts)

Word count: 738

Summary: you have a cough that wont go away.

TW: chest infection, fever, almost fainting, infirmary, medical check up

A/n I might post two fics today because their both a bit short.

“You’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.” Wanda frowned as you hunched over on the couch coughs wracking your form.

“Forth” you croaked when you had finally stopped.

“What?” Wanda asked unsure she had heard you correctly

“Forth cold.” You clarified

“right. we’re going to Bruce” wanda said pulling you into a sitting position.

“Nooo i was comfy.” You whined.

“Babe this isn’t normal. You need to see a doctor.” Wanda reasoned pulling you to your feet. When you were upright your vision swam and you stumbled forward, luckily wanda wrapped her arms around you to stop you from falling flat on your face.

“Woah there tiger, nice and easy.” She said. “Wrap your legs around my waist love and I’ll carry you.” So you did. Like a toddler your head rested by her neck and your arms around her neck with your flying flush to her torso. She held you up under your thighs, but you were too tired to care.

“Baby girl, you feel a bit warm sweets. Have you taken your temperature lately?” She cooed. You buried your face in her neck and mumbled softly

“‘M not a baby.” You whined

“Ok love.” She chuckled realising you were a bit too far gone to response in your hazy fevered state. “I’ll get Bruce to check when we see him.” She cooed. And you whined at the mention of going to the sick bay.

“Baby trust me it’ll make you feel better.” She soothed.

“Don’t wanna.” You whined hearing Jarvis announce you were here.

Wanda carefully set you down on the bed, having to sit down herself as you clung to her and refused to let go.

“What can i do for you two girls today?” Bruce asked wiping his hands on his lab coat.

“Y/n/n’s had a cough for about three colds-“

“Four”

“Four colds and i think she has a fever, i was just hoping you could check her out to make sure its nothing serious.” Wanda said patting your back as you began to squirm.

“Ok. Y/n/n can you look at me for a sec.” Bruce asked, running the tip of the thermometer over your forehead.

“Hmm 100.7 not dangerous but still a fever id like to keep an eye on.” Bruce said more to himself than anyone else.

“Has she had any meds?” He asked grabbing a stethoscope.

“Not yet i don’t think.”

“Give her a Tylenol and see how her fever reacts” he said slipping the metal tip under your shirt and unto your back. You squirmed at the cool metal and wanda held you tighter shushing you softly.

“Hmm her breathing sounds a bit crackly. I think she has a chest infection, ill need to do more tests.” He said. “Jarvis scan Y/n’s chest and send the report to my lab computer.” He said walking over to his desk.

“Scan complete.” Jarvis said.

“It seems i was right, Ms L/n has a nasty chest infection.” He said as you began coughing again.

“I’ll give her some antibiotics and when she finishes the course bring her back for another check up to see if its cleared.” He said pressing a box of green and white pills into Wanda’s palm.

“For now she needs rest and to keep an eye on her temp. Let me or Jarvis know if it gets above 103 and I’ll give her an ice bath if needed. If you like i can have Jarvis send live updates of her stats to my computer if that makes you feel better.”

“That would be great thanks Bruce.” Wanda said. “Well i better get this one to bed.” Wanda said as you nuzzled into her neck again.

“Thanks again Bruce.” Wanda said and you slurred something incomprehensible.

“Its alright girls don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything at all.”

You must have fallen asleep sometime on the way back because the next thing you knew you were asleep in your bed with your girlfriend.

Life was good, even if it was hard to breathe.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #44 - Face Fuck]

"When Jungkook sucks your strap."

Genre: married life!AU, some Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: my bois Yoonmin make an appearance, sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, masochist!Jungkook, kneeling, cock rubbing over briefs, she steps on his cock, girl bulge ngng, this is the nasties blowjob ever, strap sucking, squirting dildo, fake cum eating & play, deep throating, face fucking, so much gagging, tears, drool, Jungkook is so needy for her cock, hair pulling, tongue spanking, face slapping with cock, praise, degradation ("needy cockslut", "whore" etc.), good boy kink, he calls her ma'am, she calls him puppy, mental orgasms (f.receiving), creampieing, he bites her neck as he cums, he also scratches her from neediness, tears after sex, loving aftercare, snuggles and kisses, they’re in love and kinky :(

Wordcount: 7.8k

a/n: *sluttish barking and growling*

You and Jungkook are ready for bed. Freshly showered, moisturized, clean teeth and comfy pjs. You are done and ready. Cozy and snuggly. Warm and sleepy. You aren’t cuddling anymore as you always break apart before sleep to get more comfortable. You are still facing each other, having enough distance between your faces that you don’t breathe in each other’s air, but you still have enough closeness so that you can hold hands. 

Well, it is more so that Jungkook is holding your hand, while you are getting closer and closer to sleepy town. He is tracing your knuckles, staring into the darkness. You have your blinds down, so he can’t see anything, but just the knowledge that you were there is comforting him. He could never sleep in separate beds, let alone separate rooms. You and he talked about it, as one married couple does at some point in their marriage, because you heard from others that it could be beneficial to the marriage. Not for you and Jungkook. You tried it for two nights, before both of you left your rooms to coincidentally meet in the hallway.

“I don’t like this. Wanna be with you”, you told him sleepily as you instinctively touched his tummy for the familiar feel of him.

“I hate it, wanna share a bed”, he answered you and then you and he went to bed in your shared bedroom and you cuddled, falling asleep seconds later. 

That was years ago and, unless circumstances make you, you never slept in separate beds again. 

You love being together. You love knowing that the other is close and that you have each other. You love being able to cuddle whenever, to hold hands and stub feet, you love that you can kiss and snuggle and that you can also chat whenever. The little sleep sounds each of you makes are also very relaxing to both of you. Even Jungkook’s snoring. Somehow it relaxes you because it lets you know that you have him with you. Yeah, you’re that crazy for the man. He is just as crazy however, because he loves your sleep mumbling. It’s utter nonsense and most of the time unintelligible, but he loves it because it means that he has you with him. 

Tonight, Jungkook can’t quite find sleepiness. He feels tired and drowsy, but he can’t fall asleep yet. There is a thought keeping him awake and he needs to share it with you.

He whispers your name.

“Ye”, you breathe. 

“Can I tell you something?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Please don’t laugh at me.”

“Kay.”

“I was thinking and maybe, I don’t know, maybe it could be hot if I sucked your strap? Maybe?”

A few seconds of silence where you clearly gather your strength.

“My strap?” you lull.

“Yeah. I give it head, suck it and if you want to, you can push my head down on it and fuck my face with it. Yeah, I’d like to kneel. I think that could be hot”, 

“M’kay”, you mumble and exhale deeply. Jungkook knows for a fact that you are barely conscious at this point. He is so stupid for bringing it up now. He wanted to do it earlier, but was too nervous. Now he is risking that you won’t even truly take in what he is telling you. 

“Could you be interested in that? I know you wouldn’t really feel it and it’s kinda a little weird of me to wanna suck dick, but yeah.”

“s’not weird.”

“Sorry, I’m nervous”, Jungkook confesses in a whisper, “I know it’s not weird. I guess, I’m just scared you’d hate it.”

“No, just…”, you lull and exhale, “so sleep-mhm.” 

“Did you just fall asleep?”

You mumble something he can’t decipher.

“Baby?”

No new mumbles. 

“You actually fell asleep. No baby, I wasn’t done”, he whines quietly, squeezing your hand, “please, I hope you heard it.” 

He falls asleep not knowing whether his stupid fantasy was heard or not. 

He doesn’t get clarity the next morning because you had to leave before he wakes. He also doesn’t get clarity during the day because other than your good morning texts, you don’t text a lot. You also text him later that day that you and Jimin will meet up for the gym, so Jungkook doesn’t have to pick you up from the restaurant.

Jungkook leaves the studio feeling defeated. Out of all the days, the universe decides to make today the day of barely any communication. He feels very jittery driving home and regrets ever telling you. What if the reason why you weren’t texting him a lot and are now going to the gym with Jimin is because you are weirded out by the idea? What if you are trash talking about him to Jimin? Not that you ever do, but what if? 

Once home and Bam’s dinner is taken care of, Jungkook decides to text you again. He needs to know that you aren’t ignoring him or else he’ll go crazy.

-          Jungkook: Are you eating at home or will you guys go somewhere?

He is in the home gym when you answer him 

-          Wifey ♡: Jimin invited me over for dinner.

Jungkook pouts.

-          Jungkook: Okie dokie :) 

He tries to make his message sound normal even though he is currently aching. He feels so nervous and left out. You probably told Jimin about the weird shit Jungkook asked of you and are now trying to stay away for as long as possible.

-          Wifey ♡: did you cook already?

-          Jungkook: No :) 

-          Wifey ♡: good. Come over as well ♡

-          Jungkook: YES OKAY *-*

-          Wifey ♡: hahahaha I knew you were being sulky

Jungkook smiles, kicking his feet.

-          Jungkook: Why would you think that?

-          Wifey ♡: cause you never use :) unless you’re trying to be sarcastic or fake happy 

-          Jungkook: That’s not true :) :)

-          Wifey ♡: hahhahah you’re cute ♡ bring Bam too ♡

-          Jungkook: Okie dokie ♡♡♡ when can I come over?

-          Wifey ♡: whenever you’re done. We’re leaving the gym rn

-          Jungkook: Got it ♡ 

Jungkook abandons his gym session for the sake of getting ready. He feels so good again. You aren’t avoiding him. He is so happy.

Yoongi and Jimin don’t live that far from your place. Just a few minutes by bike and around twenty minutes by foot. Jungkook decides to take Bam for a walk. It’ll take you and Jimin a good thirty minutes to get home. 

Yoongi opens the door for Jungkook, wearing an apron and a bandana to keep his dark hair out of his face.

“Hey there”, he greets Jungkook.

“Hey. ___ told me that I can come over for dinner?”

“Yeah, sorry I look like a mess. I’m making aglio e oglio”, Yoongi says and looks at Bam, “hey Bamie, how are you?” he greets him in a squeaky voice.

The Doberman huffs out air in greeting, jumping on his tiptoes as his tail wags excitedly and his nose sniffles at Yoongi. The latter is petting him, cooing silly, little things. Jungkook takes off his shoes and light jacket in the meantime.

Holly is by his feet, wagging his tail at Jungkook. And so it happens that the two heavily-tattooed men are cooing and wooing in the entrance way as they greet each other’s adorable fur babies. Said fur babies soon scurry off to play with each other, filling the background with their playful noises. Bam and Holly get along great, despite their size differences and Holly’s anxious nature, and you often meet up with each other for doggy play dates. You are happy that they are friends. It feels as if your children were friends. 

Yoongi and Jungkook walk to the kitchen, chatting.

“Can I help you with dinner?”Jungkook offers.

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? I’m here now, you know.”

“Maybe set the table?”

“I’ll do that. How are you doing?”

“Yeah, I’m good. The Tigers won last night’s game.”

The Tigers were Yoongi’s favourite basketball team. He watches every game and even has a few fan memorabilia scattered around the house.

“Yo, that’s amazing dude. That’s like the third game they’re winning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I screamed so loud, you have no idea”, Yoongi says and chuckles, “I was so excited.”

“I can imagine. Your team’s winning, man”, Jungkook says and nudges his arm in a brotherly manner, “does that mean they’re one win away from qualifying?”

“Yeah. I hope they’ll win. I’d cry. It would make me so happy.”

“I wanna watch the game when it’s on. I gotta see it too.”

“Do you wanna come over? They’re playing this Saturday.”

“Yeah, I’m free on Saturday. I’d be so down to come over.”

“Nice. I’ll get new whisky for high rise.”

“Nice. That’s exciting.” 

The two men continue chatting about the game while Yoongi cooks and Jungkook sets the table. It happens naturally that conversation shifts to their marriages and while Yoongi tells Jungkook about their dying houseplant, Jungkook has something burdening to share.

“Yeah sure, talk to me”, Yoongi allows him.

“Okay so, I’ve been going crazy today. I made a mistake last night.”

“What did you do?”

“I asked ___ if we could do something kinky in bed, but she was almost asleep and now I don’t know if she heard me.”

“What did you ask her?”

“Promise not to laugh.”

“Kook, it’s me. I don’t judge.”

“Yeah, I know. Okay so, I asked her if she’d be down to let me suck her strap.”

“Kinky.”

“I know, but also weird? I guess?”

“Why is it weird? It’s hot.” 

“I guess. I don’t know, I can imagine that it’s not really pleasurable for her?”

“Jungkook”, Yoongi places his hand onto Jungkook’s shoulder, “let me tell you something from my long years of being pan and a whore in my youth.”

Jungkook chuckles.

“The right woman loves to get her strap sucked and I can tell you from experience it gets them off as if it was their real cock.”

“Really? I mean, does it?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“And it feels nice? How does it feel? Did you like it?”

“I loved it. It feels harder than a real cock. It also doesn’t bend as easily and you really gotta relax your throat. It also won’t taste salty like real cock and the smell won’t be there either. And it got me off real fucking good.” 

“It did?”

“Yeah, it did. I couldn’t stop doing it. Ask her again. I’m serious Kook, you’ll regret not trying it.”

“Okay, phew now I’m all hot”, he confesses and laughs.

Yoongi chuckles and turns his back to Jungkook for the sake of stirring the pasta.

“Do it with a squirting strap.”

Jungkook coughs as Yoongi’s blunt suggestion surprised him. He looks over his shoulder, meeting his best friend’s serious gaze.

“Do it”, he insists.

“O-okay, I will.”

“Make her cum on your face.”

“Yoongi, stop”, Jungkook whines.

Yoongi chuckles and looks into the pasta. 

“Is he being annoying again?” 

You and Jimin enter the kitchen. The latter is asking as he hurries to his husband for a back hug. They sway from side to side while Jimin has his chin resting on his shoulder.

“I’m never annoying. You’re annoying”, Yoongi defends himself to which Jimin chuckles and kisses his neck.

“You’re always annoying”, he whispers, earning himself a gentle nudge into his stomach with Yoongi’s elbow. He giggles, hugging his husband tighter while Yoongi pouts and lets it happen.

You greet your husband with less friendly bickering, hugging his arm with your cheek nuzzled against it.

“Hey there.”

“Hey.”

“How are you?”

“Good. I guess. Today wasn’t the best.”

You look at him with worried eyes, touching his waist.

“What happened?”

“Can we talk about it later? I wanna do it alone.”

“Yeah of course”, you say and hug him, “mhhm, I’m transferring my love and good vibes to you.”

Jungkook chuckles, hugging you back with his hand rubbing your back.

“I can feel it, thank you sweetie pie.”

You lift your head, resting your chin against his chest as you grin up at him. He leans down and kisses the bridge of your nose. He feels so good now that you’re here. You don’t hate him for his confession. Yet. 

Dinner with your friends is wonderful. You talk, you laugh, you catch up with each other and later share some whiskey until it was time for you to go. You and Jungkook walk home hand in hand and giggling. You left your bike by Jimin’s and Yoongi’s because you couldn’t possibly drive tonight. You aren’t drunk rather than that you are both giddily tipsy. It’s a nice kind of drunk because you know that it won’t last long and also won’t leave you hungover tomorrow. It is just the perfect amount to make the already amazing evening feel incredible. You first chatted good things about Jimin and Yoongi, before switching the conversation to Bam. You can already see your house when you change topics again after some seconds of silence.

“Why was your day bad?” you ask him.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me your day wasn’t the best. What happened?” 

Jungkook sighs and shrugs his shoulders, “it was my own fault, I guess.”

“Why? What did you do?”

Jungkook hesitates.

“It’s okay. You can talk to me.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, “okay so.”

“Yeah?”

“Remember last night?” 

“When you asked me if you could suck my strap? Yeah, I do.”

Jungkook’s entire body tenses up in nervousness. So you heard him.

“O-okay.”

“What about it?”

“No-nothing, I just, nothing.”

“I’d be down. You know?”

“Would you really?” Jungkook gasps squeakily, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah, I bet that could be sexy.” 

“Wait. Are you fucking with me? You’d actually be down?”

You nod your head, “yeah.”

“Dude, I was shitting myself all day ‘cause I thought I’d fucked it”, he confesses in a laugh, rounding you so he could walk in front of you and grab your waist. You hold onto his lower arms, smiling up at him.

“Really? You were just straight up shitting yourself for an entire day?”

“Yeah. Straight up.”

He makes you laugh. You and he stop on the sidewalk because laughter was just too good to continue.

“You’re so fucking stupid”, you snicker and scrunch your nose, “I love you like crazy, you doofus.”

“I love you too. Like so much, oh my god baby”, he begins whining with buckling knees and a pouty face, “I wanna suck your strap so bad. Oh my god. Please.”

“Mmh, you’re so cute when you’re begging. How bad you want it?”

“So bad. Like so bad”, he pouts, sagging his shoulders, “wanna gag and choke around you.”

“Hot. I don’t know though, I’m not convinced you actually want it.”

Jungkook mewls, stomping his foot.

“I want it so bad please. Wanna be creamed too.”

Your eyes gleam dangerously, your fingers close around his waist. 

“You wanna be creamed?” you rasp.

“Yeah, so bad”, Jungkook says and gives you his best puppy eyes, “please? Please, please?”

“Mhm shit, you got me”, you give in and take his hand, “we’re doing it tonight?”

“Yeah, holy fuck yes”, Jungkook croaks and jogs after you in little skips. He is so happy that he can’t stop giggling and snuggling into you. It makes walking a little difficult, but you don’t want to change anything. You love it when he’s clingy. 

By the time you have reached the front door, Jungkook’s clinginess turns into neediness. He is kneading your softness, panting against your neck as he is nibbling at it. 

“I fucked it. Holy fuck, I’m so horny”, he gets out and mewls, sucking on your neck in an attempt to find relief.

“We’re almost there. Hold out a little longer”, you promise him and in that moment, the door unlocks. 

Jungkook needs to be a little patient once inside. Not only because you both needed to take off your outdoor clothes, you also needed to wipe Bam’s paws. You are squatting on the ground while Jungkook is standing. He walks up behind you and cages you in between his knees, placing both his hands on the top of your head. He sways you, whining his words.

“I’m needy.”

“Patience. I’m almost done”, you laugh, “Kook stop shaking me, Imma lose balance.”

“Then hurry up”, he whines and sways you more vigorously. 

“Kook”, you cackle, “stop it, you doofus.” 

“Hurry up”, Jungkook whines.

You finish Bam’s last paw, pushing Jungkook away gently so you could get up. 

“You”, you slap his chest gently.

Jungkook is both begging with his puppy eyes and being cocky with them.

“I’m not gonna be faster when you’re acting impatient.”

“But you’re done now”, he says and closes in. He kneads your hips, lowering his eyes halfway to let them run over your face.

You dance your hands from his chest to the nape of his neck. You look at his lips, feeling your stomach flutter. They look so pretty and pouty. Knowing that soon they’ll stretch and move around your strap is turning you on so good. 

Jungkook notices your hungry gaze and sees it as his cue to move in. You stop him with a finger pressed to his lips, making him both whine and chuckle. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen”, you talk in your sexy voice. The kind of voice that makes Jungkook feel so, so woozy in desire, “you’re gonna go to the bedroom and make yourself pretty. You’re gonna wait for me on your knees and I’m gonna put Bam in his crate. Understood?” 

He nods his head.

“Understood?” you insist and grab a bundle of his hair to pull. 

“Yes ma’am”, he whimpers and closes his eyes, parting his lips. 

“That’s better”, you release his hair, “off you go. I want you kneeling once I’m done”, you order and step back. 

Jungkook takes your hands and bows down to kiss your knuckles.

“Yes ma’am”, he says and breaks away to hurry to the bedroom.

You watch him until he reached the top of the stairs. You sigh. He is so perfect when he’s so obedient. 

You look at Bam.

“Now let’s get you to bed, baby”, you say.

Jungkook feels restless. He keeps checking the time. His heart is racing. He can’t seem to regulate his breathing. He feels dizzy in anticipation. The time. Another minute passed. He shifts without leaving the position. He is in front of the foot end of the bed, facing the door. The rug under his knees makes it comfortable. The pressure around his cock gets more and more unbearable. The time. Another minute passed. 

Jungkook balls his hands to fists. When are you coming? It feels like you’ve been gone for hours. He can’t take it for long anymore. 

The door opens. He moans softly in pure relief. It’s time. The waiting will finally stop. His heart speeds up, his stomach tingles. He straightens up, fixing his posture this way. He needs to look perfect when you finally step inside.

You enter the room. Jungkook begins breathing quickly, feeling dazed. 

You meet his eyes for just a second before looking him up and down. He’s in his Calvins and nothing else. A black leather collar adorns his neck, looking so pretty on him. 

You walk past him to the sex toy dresser. Jungkook watches you in the tense silence, feeling more and more restless. You didn’t even address his state. Did you even notice that he was there? 

You open the drawer which holds your straps and bend down to look for the right one. You fetch it, holding it up by the base while your other hand is letting the harness tangle. 

Jungkook gulps, rubbing his thighs together. 

You look over your shoulder. Jungkook straightens up instantly. No words. You turn away and leave for the bathroom. The door closes. Jungkook is left alone. 

He makes fists again, pulling a face of desperation. He feels so unbearably needy now that he saw you. He can’t bear to be left alone again. He needs you with him so fucking bad. He checks the time. Not even a minute passed. Jungkook squeezes his thighs together. The pressure feels intense on his needy cock. If you don’t come back soon, he’ll actually manage to make himself hard. 

The time. A minute passed. 

Jungkook opens his hands. His fingers twitch. What if he rubs his cock over his briefs? He made sure to pick out gray coloured ones so you can see the wet stains he leaves. You’ll probably like it when you come back and he is already wet and hard in his briefs. 

He slides his hand closer, leaving goosebumps on his thigh because the touch feels so good. 

No. 

He’s going so crazy in desperation that he almost lost control. You never ordered him to play with himself. He shouldn’t disobey. 

The time. Another minute passed. 

He closes his hands to fists and exhales shakily. Please let time pass quicker.

The time again. Ten, eleven, twelve seconds passed. 

Fuck. It felt like a minute already.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. 

Jungkook opens his hands again and feels up his thigh. Maybe he could do it for a few seconds. Just a little. Not a lot. He’ll stop himself before it gets too obvious. His fingertips brush over his tip.

“A-ah”, he lets out quietly, arching his back. Again. Upwards this time around. His cock twitches and hardens. Jungkook feels blurry. This feels so good. 

He opens his thighs for better access and cups his own cock. He whimpers, closing his eyes as he begins massaging and rubbing himself over his briefs. The material between his touch and his cock actually makes it feel so much better because it enables him to rub without friction. 

It feels so good. He witnesses every change in his cock. How it goes from soft and flaccid to hard and swollen. To feel himself get hard turns him on so much more. Jungkook can barely take breaths, sliding his hand to his tip to massage it through his briefs. He touches the most sensitive spots, arching his back because it feels so fucking good. 

He tilts his head back and moans the only thing running through his mind. 

Your name.

Breathy and filled with so much submission, it leaves his lips. 

He gets his briefs messy because hearing your name makes him leak. 

Fuck, how long are you still going to be gone?

He opens his eyes to check the time and squeaks as he startles. You are right in front of him, standing over him with a dark expression on your face. 

“You scared me”, he gets out and widens his eyes, “oh”, he lets out and moves his hand away quickly, straightening up. He gulps, looking up at you with sorry puppy eyes. 

“Did I tell you to play with yourself?” you ask him. 

“Sorry”, he whispers.

You touch him. Jungkook chases your touch even if it ends in you tugging on a bundle of his hair. 

“Did I tell you?” you repeat the question.

“No”, he whimpers, furrowing his brows in desperation.

“No, I didn’t. So why did you do it?”

“I was needy.”

“Wrong”, you warn and twist his hair tighter.

“Wanted to make myself pretty for you”, he squeaks out, shivering in pleasure. The tug hurts, sending electricity through his veins.

Your features soften. You smirk. Your fingers release his hair and begin scratching his tender scalp. 

“I can accept that”, you speak sweetly and look at his cock. Hard and throbbing it bulges his grey briefs. The light coloured fabric is tainted dark grey where his tip is. You run your foot over it. 

Jungkook moans and rolls his hips into the sensation. His thighs twitch and tense. His abs convulse as they move his hips needily.

“So wet”, you rasp and put pressure on his tip.

“O-oh”, he tenses up, closing his fingers around your calf. The pressure borders on painful and it’s getting him so breathless.

“And sensitive. Hm?”

He nods his head, wiggling his hips in hopes of getting his tip stimulated. 

“Good”, you say and remove your foot. 

Jungkook mewls. He wanted it so much longer. 

“Look at me.”

He obeys. The state of you finally begins seeping into his consciousness. He was so busy being startled and then disciplined to notice how fucking sexy you look. You took off your shirt, but kept your sports bra on. Your body looks so good after the gym. You always hold yourself with so much more confidence and Jungkook feels drowsy. 

You also kept your sweats on. Grey. They are bulging in the front. 

Jungkook gulps, gawking at it with big, needy eyes. 

“You see it?”

He mewls and nods his head.

“I’m so hard for you, puppy”, you rasp and cup your bulge to shake it around a little.

Jungkook moans, moving closer as his lips part. He is throbbing in his briefs. You are so fucking good in how you talk to him. He expected you to come out in nothing but your strap, but of course you are making the sexiest fucking roleplay out of it. He’s got you hard in your sweats. His mouth waters because of it.

“Do you want it?” 

“Yes please”, he croaks, gulping down the masses of drool gathering in his mouth.

“Take it out.”

Jungkook moves instantly. He tugs your sweats down until your strap can flop out. He lets go of the sweats so they bulge under your strap. He follows your cock with his eyes. You must have squeezed down on the pump because it’s leaking just a little from its hole.

Jungkook mewls, looking up at you with widened eyes. Your lips are curled into a knowing smirk, your eyes are half-lidded.

“Seems that I’m leaking for you, puppy.” 

“Holy fuck”, he gets out and looks back at your cock. Because it’s fake cum, it is already white and creamy, but Jungkook couldn’t care less about the inaccuracy. You are leaking for him and that’s all that fucking matters. 

“Please”, he begs and sticks his tongue out.

You grab your cock by its base, burying your hand in his hair. You tilt his head back. Jungkook helps you with it. He keeps staring at your cock even when you move closer and his eyes cross. To have him so cock-obsessed gets you off so good. He is so needy for your dick that he’s looking all silly for you. He’s so fucking perfect.

You spank his tongue with your cock. His tongue pulsates and shakes. A needy mewl leaves him. 

“Mhm, look at you. You look so pretty”, you praise, rewarding him with a spank to his tongue. Just once because then you pull back to instead slap his face with your cock. Once on his right cheek, then his left.

Jungkook rolls his eyes back with the first slap, parting his lips as he moans needily.

“You’re so, so cock needy, aren’t you?” you taunt as you slap his pretty face repeatedly.

“Yeah”, he keens.

“Of course you are. So needy and dumb for my cock”, you taunt and end your face slaps with little spanks on his upper lip. 

Jungkook moans, opening up further.

You knew that it would happen. You place your hand on the back of his head and push inside. 

“Mhmngn”, Jungkook gets out, ripping his eyes open in surprise. One second his mouth is empty and now he’s getting gagged with cock. He is struggling for air because of how utterly excited you’ve got him. He mewls, shivering vividly as your cock fills his needy mouth more and more.

“There we go. Take it in”, you rasp and furrow your brows, “fuck, you’re so fucking hot around me.”

Jungkook knows you can’t feel him and yet you are talking as if you can. If he didn’t need his face fucked before, he definitely needs it now. He whimpers, crossing his eyes as his brain shuts off in neediness.

Your tip tickles his throat. He gags instantly, mewling in nervousness. You pull out. His drool drips everywhere. Neither of you care.

“Good?” you make sure, rubbing your tip against his pouty lips. His lip piercings grind against it as well, moving around so prettily.

Jungkook opens his mouth and begs by sticking his tongue out. He mewls, widening his eyes at you.

“Of course you’re good. You’re such a needy cockslut”, you taunt and drag your tip over his tongue. It hits his lips. You push. 

He mewls and gurgles, struggling for just a second before his jaw shifts into the right position. You push deeper, twisting his hair at the back.

“That’s it. Take me”, you rasp, furrowing your brows. 

Jungkook’s eyelids flutter. His eyes fill with tears. He looks up at you as if you were his goddess. As if he exists solely for you.

“You’re a cockslut”, you taunt.

Jungkook’s devotion grows, he whimpers around your cock.

“But that’s okay. You’re my cockslut”, you add and begin moving your hips. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes back in the most sensual way you have ever seen. He doesn’t close them completely, letting you bask in his fucked out state while you fuck his pretty face. 

You purposefully don’t go all the way yet, fucking nothing more than the first two inches inside. You need him to get used to the sensation before you completely mess him up. 

“You’re so fucking pretty. Fuck.”

His lips stretch and move around your girth. It’s so fucking addicting to look at. His cheeks are flushed. He is panting through his nose, forcing his chest to heave up and down quickly. His almost closed eyes show the white of his eyes. They keep fluttering as he can’t seem to decide whether to open them more or close them completely. 

“There we go. You’re taking me so well”, you praise, scratching his scalp in reward. 

Jungkook whimpers and begins sucking.

“Yeah that’s it. Fuck”, you growl, messing him up even more. 

You noticed that he is sucking. Holy fuck he is so far gone. He closes his hand around the base of your cock and begins bopping his head on your cock. 

“Yes fuck. Suck my cock”, you moan deeply, sliding your hand from your cock to put it into the pocket of your sweats. 

So now you’ve got one hand on the back of his head while the other is relaxing in your pocket as your sweet husband is trying to win first prize for best blowjob of the year. 

He looks so obviously ruined. Body writhing and shaking, thighs trembling, cock twitching and face flushed. While you carry all the coolness in the world, looking down at him with dark eyes. The contrast is fucking biblical. You’ve got him ruined and working so, so hard while you carry his fucking existence in the palm of your hand. 

“You’re doing such a good job”, you encourage him, giving him a throaty moan, “fuck, your mouth’s driving me crazy.”

Jungkook whimpers, spilling tears. He needs you deeper. He needs to choke and gag. He swears that he can taste you (yep he is correct, you are squeezing down on the pump you hide in your pocket, giving him glimpses of what awaits him at the end of it). You taste so good. So sweet. Jungkook needs it coating his throat. He tilts his head back and tries to take you deeper. 

You are girthy, forcing him to gag instantly.

“Take it easy, puppy”, you order him while your fingers soothe through his hair. 

Jungkook gags and chokes, forcing your cock deeper. He convulses, his stomach keeps tensing as he is pushing past his limits.

“Easy puppy, easy”, you warn and yet Jungkook doesn’t listen. 

He is dumb for cock. He gags and gags and gags and yet he doesn’t stop. His tongue throbs and shakes under your cock, his throat aches because it’s difficult to gag so much. His drool is thick, leaking out of him and dripping down his chin. 

“Fuck, you’re crazy. Fuck puppy, that’s fucking amazing”, you growl, feeling your stomach tighten. Honest speaking, this is getting you off so well. You are so into this that you swear that you begin to feel the blowjob. You are so fucking hot between the legs. It grows and grows the deeper he forces your cock to go. 

Jungkook bottoms out. His nose is buried in your pubes, his body convulses uncontrollably as he gags around you. 

“Fuuuck holy fuck”, you moan, scrunching your nose, “you’re so tight. You- ah fuck mhmm.” 

Jungkook shakes. Too much. He’ll throw up. He moves off of you, showing his relief by gagging out a moan. Your cock flops out of him, dripping his spit and your cream. 

Jungkook lets the drool just escape him. It drips down and hits his chest. He opens his eyes, looking up at you with tears running down his cheeks. 

“You’re such a cockslut”, you rasp, “fuck, you almost made me cream your throat right now.”

Jungkook whimpers, writhing as he is trying to learn how to swallow again. He is drooling so much. If he doesn’t want to end up wetting his entire torso with it, he’ll have to relearn how to swallow. He should do it either way. He has to swallow your cum later as well. 

“That’s it. Take a deep breath”, you soothe him, “don’t let me wait for too long though.”

Jungkook mewls something you think is your name. He can’t speak right now. Not only because he is too dumb in pleasure, but also because you’ve ruined his throat. 

He needs more. He tasted heaven and he can’t get enough.

He takes you back inside, concentrating on your tip. He is sucking and mewling around you, sending electricity through your veins. 

“Yes puppy, fuck, keep going”, you moan, playing with his hair. You leak into him again, basking in the needy mewl he lets out followed by eager sucking, “yeah that’s it. Do I taste yummy? Mhm?” 

“Mhm-hm”, he whimpers, crying ecstatic tears. 

“Of course I do. Sluts like you are way too obsessed with creamy cock”, you taunt and grit your teeth, “fuck, you’re such a pretty cockslut”, you growl and close your fingers around his hair. You can’t take it anymore. You need to fuck his face again. 

You twist his hair and push. He gurgles, accepting his fate with fluttering eyelids and his hands gripping your hips. They manage to get a hold of the hem of your sweats and twist. You can feel how his hands are shaking. 

“Relax. Let me do it”, you order him as you fuck your cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, “go on, relax your jaw. Be my good puppy.”

Jungkook mewls and lets it happen. He feels far away. Lightheaded. Weightless. Drugged. There are no thoughts in his brain except the needy begs for your cock. He is utterly and completely yours. His entire existence lies at the very tip of your cock and you are currently giving him more life by fucking it against his tender uvula. 

You don’t go fast. You go slow. You drag your girth over his tongue. You stay at the back and let him gag and gurgle. You make him feel it. He should feel it. Every single inch, every fucking thrust, every second of it. 

Jungkook sobs around you, pulling you closer by your sweats. Once again you are proving to him that you are the best he ever had, has and will have. Jungkook sucked a few cocks in his long life as a bisexual and being a whore in his youth. And yet nobody. Fucking nobody, ruined him as hard as you do. Men are impatient. They get their cock sucked for quick relief. You are dragging it out. You are getting your cock sucked for the sole purpose of breaking him apart. You are fucking his face because you want it fucked. You bulge his throat because you want it reshaped just for your girth. You make him drool and gag and cry because it gets you off to see him so blissed out. 

Jungkook slips off your cock and sobs. 

“Good?” you make sure.

“I’m yours”, he croaks and begins licking the thick veins on your underside. He rubs his face against your cock as he does it, grabbing your balls with his left hand in hopes of squeezing out more of your cream. 

“Yeah you are. Mine. My cockslut.”

“I’m yours. Oh god, I’m yours”, he croaks and sobs. He drags his puffy lips up your cock, rubbing his nose along your veins so he gets all wet and sticky, needing more of it. He reaches your tip. It is covered in cream. Jungkook coughs out a mixture of a moan and a sob. You did what he needed you to do so bad. You are leaking just so he can rub his face in it and get all messy. He whimpers. He sobs. He fights for air. His tongue licks and trembles. His lips kiss and suck. His fingers squeeze and jerk you off. He is covered in your cream. White and sticky. He digs his tongue into your slit and tries to fuck more out of you. 

“So needy”, you rasp and reward him with droplets of your cream. 

He sobs your name, taking your cock back inside to suck out your white treasure. He needs every single droplet coating his mouth. He is yours and he needs to be marked as such. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking sexy”, you moan, feeling your knees buckle. 

You messed him up. Strings of thick cream are covering his face. They stick to his cheeks, his lashes, drag themselves over his nose and stick to his chin. All the rubbing and nuzzling he did messed up his face in the sexiest way imaginable. And now you’ve got his creamed, puffy lips moving around your cock as he is fucking his mouth. 

You tense up, feeling your knees buckling.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, you growl through gritted teeth, meaning it honestly. You’re this close to creaming his throat. 

You twist his hair, broadening your stance.

“I’m gonna fucking cream your throat, puppy”, you moan, eliciting the neediest mewls from him.

He grips you by your ass and pushes your hips into him. You bottom out. Your ecstatic moan overshadows the overwhelmed gags he lets out.

“Fuck. You fucking whore”, you spit and grab his head with both hands. The pump is between your fingers just as his hair is. You twist hard and use the leverage to both push him down onto your cock and keep him still for your angry thrusts. 

Jungkook mewls. Jungkook gags. Jungkook gurgles and convulses as you rough fuck his face to an orgasm. He is crying. He is drooling. He can’t breathe. His throat aches. He can’t take much more all while he is pulling you closer. 

“Get fucking ready. Imma cream your throat so fucking hard”, you growl and fuck his face faster.

Jungkook tugs down your sweats. He is fighting the blurriness. All that helps is tugging and pulling. Your sweats slip down to your knees and drop to your ankles. He gags out a sob, searching for more to grab. He leaves burning scratch marks on the back of your thighs and ass until his fingers finally grab your harness. He twists his finger deep into the straps until his fingers lose feeling from blood loss. And then, only then the face fuck is bearable. Holy fuck, he was so close to completely losing all humanity. He tries to meet your movements, but ends up convulsing in yet another helpless gag.

“Now baby. Fucking now”, you growl and moan. 

Jungkook feels ecstatic. You only moan like this when you cum. Are you actually? He can’t finish his thought because of your creamy cum suddenly shooting down his throat.

He squeezes his eyes shut, mewling desperately as you fill him up with your cum. You keep his head down, moving your hips so your cock is throbbing deep in his throat. 

Holy fuck, he can’t breathe. He is choking on cock and cum. 

“That’s it. Fuuuuck take my cum”, you growl, twitching and shaking as an orgasm controls you. He’s actually got you climaxing. The fucking feeling is biblical. You throw your head back, moaning his name because nothing else wants to leave you. 

And as you cream his throat and float on ecstasy, Jungkook is crying around your cock, tugging at your straps because he doesn’t have many more gags left.  

Your knees buckle. He tugs you off. Your cum seeps out of him without control, he is wheezing for air. 

“Holy fuck”, you croak and fall to your knees before him. 

You cup his face, he twists your sports bra. His throat is so sore. His eyes are burning from crying so hard. 

“Jungkook. Holy. Fuck”, you get out and pull him into a kiss. All you taste is your cum. It fills your mouth and runs down your tongue. You kiss him deeper, sharing the creamy mess with him as both of you moan and lick for more. 

This fucked both of you up. You barely feel human. Your orgasm ruined you. Jungkook is barely a person at this point. He exists for you. You could do anything to him and he would take it with tears of worship. 

“You good boy”, you praise breathlessly, tugging his cock out of his briefs. You kiss him. He is almost cleaned of your cum. Soon you’ll have his taste. You and he are moaning more than you kiss. It’s so overwhelming to be with each other. 

You’re on his lap. You sink down. Jungkook breaks the kiss to scream your name. He shakes and writhes, trying to make sense of what is happening to him with restless shakes of his head. 

“Eyes on me. Eyes right here. Here”, you order him and hold him still with a hand around his throat. His eyes meet yours. He is crying, your cream is still covering his face messily. 

“There we go. Eyes on me. Good boy”, you praise, “you took my cock so well, so this is your reward”, you tell him and begin bouncing on his cock. Your own cock is rubbing against his stomach, smearing remnants of your cum all over his skin. 

Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hides away in the crook of your neck.

“I’m cumming”, he sobs and buries his teeth in your skin.

“Ah geez”, you gasp, feeling burning pain from where he bites you and burning heat as he fills your hole with his cum. You pull him closer, tensing up in paradisiacal pleasure, “that’s it. Give me everything. Jungkook. Ah Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t know how bad he needed to cum inside until it happened. He didn’t even know how needy for his high he was until one bounce on his cock was enough to break him. He needed it so bad. This is what was missing to show him true heaven. 

He thanks you for making life worthwhile with aggressive throbs of his cock and his nails leaving scratch marks down your sides. Shit, it’s crazy how you’ll carry scratch and bite marks from tonight even if you were the one in fucking control. But then. It’s an honour. Because every mark, every scratch, every tender spot means that you’ve fucked Jungkook hard enough that he lost control. Those marks? They’re medals of honor and proof that you can play his body like no one else can. 

Jungkook whimpers your name, flinching and shivering as his orgasm stopped and he is left with the aftershock. 

You still your hips because you know him well enough to know the meaning of his twitches. He genuinely can’t take more.

“Good job. You did so well”, you praise him, scratch his scalp gently, “good job baby, good job.”

“Oh god”, he croaks and then sobs into your neck.

“I know baby, I know. Let it all out. You’re my good boy. Such a good boy”, you praise him, holding him safely as he comes down in sobs. Yet another proof how hard you ruined him. 

“I love you”, he cries.

“I love you too, baby. So much”, you whisper and kiss his neck gently, “my Kookie. Yeah, you’re my Kookie.” 

“Oh god”, he croaks, shuddering. 

You hug and sway, you give him little kisses while he gets lost in your scent. You hold each other and heal that way. You share warmth and the sticky state of your skins and it’s the sweetest reminder that no matter how hard you fuck, you’ll always be able to return to comfort afterwards. 

You can really do anything because what follows will always be safety. 

Jungkook lifts his head. You cradle his cheeks, giving him a loving smile as your thumbs wipe the tears from his cheeks. 

“What are you doing to me?” he croaks. 

Your smile grows. 

“That good?”

“You literally fucking own me. Holy fuck”, he says and clears his throat, “I’m sore.”

You chuckle, “yeah, I’m not surprised. I fucked you hard.” 

He grins goofily, leaning into your palm. He closes his eyes.

“I know. Thank you”, he whispers and caresses your inner wrist, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kookie baby.” 

He giggles and nuzzles his nose into your hand. Then he lifts his head again, gazing up at you.

“Did you like it?” he asks excitedly.

“I loved it. I came so hard.”

“Did you actually?”

“Yeah. It felt so real.”

“Wow”, he exhales shakily. His pupils widen because he is so fucking attracted to you. 

“Did you like it baby?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he whispers and whimpers, furrowing his brows, “it was so much better than in my fantasy.”

“That’s good to hear”, you scrunch your nose happily, “so I guess we’ll do it again one day?” 

“Yes please. I’d like that so much.” 

“Then it’s decided”, you snicker and kiss his messy nose, “now what do you say to a shower? ‘Cause you are so dirty everywhere”, you suggest as you litter his face with kisses.

“Yeah please”, he sighs, enjoying your love with closed eyes, “snuggles afterwards?” 

“Mhm snuggles and head pats. Also warm tea for your throat, don’t let me forget”, you say, making him giggle. 

“Okay.” 

You and he will clean each other. You will hug and cuddle. Jungkook will kiss the marks he left while you will make him tea he can enjoy as you snuggle him in bed. Truly, life is great when you and he are together.