#tags i get when pressing M on the keyboard

[cheollipop]

HIII :D

Can you write a little drabble about dom Yunho and fem reader ignoring eachother after an argument and so y/n comes up with a plan to tease Yunho while he’s busy ignoring her and playing video games and then he ends up getting worked up and it then leads to rough sex 🙈 (sorry if this is too much lol)

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

hi anonnie!! this... thisssssss egsjbks omg gamer bf!yunho AND mad!yunho?? yummy YUMMY- ahem, this was very fun to write, and i may have gone a bit overboard with it oopsie. also, been in a playful mood lately, so you get bratty!reader~ happy reading ^^

pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.6k

tags: smut, oral (m), make-up sex, lots of cum talk bc... teehee, yunho's kinda mad but turns soft, reader's a little brat ><

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Eyes trained on the screen before him, spattered splotches of red masking his point of view as his player failed to block the incoming stream of bullets, his fingers stuttering over his keyboard as loud yelling blasted into Yunho’s ears, his friends’ voices contained within the worn-down cushions of his headset. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, partly because of the insults being thrown his way as he struggled to aim his sniper, but mainly at his inability to recall how the argument he’d had with you a couple hours ago had even started. He wracked his brain for an answer, but all he came up with was the menacing smile stretching your lips when you walked into the room hours after he’d stormed off, opting to bully eleven-year-olds online with his friends, camping at their spawn point and watching them grow frustrated with his unfair tactics.

The situation flipped, though, once your smile disappeared underneath his desk, your body hidden under the polished wood, and Yunho nearly cursed at the missed view of your delicate hands undoing the strings of his sweatpants. He wasn’t mad at you, he could never be, even more so when you had your fingers wrapped around his cock, tongue drawing circles around his head and collected the occasional spurts of precum as he grew harder in your grasp. He shuffled in his seat, containing a groan before it could leave his lips when you took his length down your throat, your lips meeting the digits wrapped around his girth before pulling off for air. Yunho wasn’t sure how many games he’d lost so far, only that his friends were growing frustrated with his silence, but he didn’t dare speak, knowing his voice would give away the nature of the situation he was in.

Brushing off the blonde locks obscuring his vision, he attempted to return to his position at the enemy’s base, only for you to flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock while sliding him back into your mouth, waiting until the tip prodded at your uvula before swallowing around it. To his luck, the startled grunt drawn out of him aligned with his teams’ nth loss, and his friends returned to their endless berating.

You pulled off him again, resting your head high enough on his thigh to stare up at his flushed face over the edge of his desk—eyes glazed over and unfocused as they gazed back at you, his lips bitten raw and a pretty rose tinting his neck and the sliver of his chest peeking at you over his collar. Your hand remained on him to smear your saliva down his length, squeezing at his base and back up to twirl around his cockhead, all while watching his composure slowly breaking down and his impatience seep into his features. With hesitation, you moved your eyes off him and to the pretty, bright pink painting his angry tip while it leaked translucent liquid that mingled with your spit, leaning forward to lick a stripe over the throbbing vein decorating his shaft.

You heard deft fingers pressing over the keycaps followed by the loud clang of his headset hitting the wooden desk, his thighs retracting as he rolled his chair back, and his hands squeezed around your biceps to hold you up. Forcefully pulling you to your feet with him, the snarky remark died on your tongue as he pushed back onto the bed, a sudden exhale blowing out of your lungs when you landed under him.

“Had your fun?” the deep baritone sent a shiver down your spine. Looking up at him, you took in the sweat pilling on his forehead, and you unsuccessfully attempted to wiggle out of the grasp he had around your wrists.

You bent your knee enough to dig into his hanging cock, the corners of your mouth twisting upwards when he jerked back. “Seems like you did too.”

You saw his eyebrow twitch again before a firm hand grabbed at your jaw, his other hand working your bottoms down your legs, two fingers pushing between your walls before you could even think of a retort. But you simply giggled, amused by how worked up you’d managed to get Yunho. You pecked the palm covering your lips, breathing out airy moans as he repeatedly pressed his fingers into your g-spot. He scissored his fingers, watching hot arousal dripping out of your cunt to seep into his duvet, cursing under his breath while using it to lube himself up.

“Can’t believe you,” he mumbled after releasing your jaw, leaning down to press himself flush with your chest, hands on your hips while he sunk into you, a melody of grunts and moans bouncing off the walls as he ground into your pussy, making sure you took every last inch of him. “Fuuuck, so fucking tight for me, aren’t you? Even when you’re being a brat,” he pressed his lips to the smile stretching yours.

Your smile wavered, playfulness fading away as you held his face to gaze into his hooded eyes, “are you still mad?”

Your whisper halted his insistent grinding, sparing you from the delicious glide of his cockhead over your walls to press a kiss to your forehead, “I could never be mad at you, sweetheart. I’m sorry it seemed that way,” the hands holding your hips wrapped around you, one cradling the back of your head and the other on your lower spine, holding you so close you could hear his racing heartbeat.

You knew this didn’t solve the problem, and that you’d have to sit down and talk about it again soon, but Yunho’s hold—so warm and tender—set a veil of tranquillity over your moving bodies and erased any significance tied to your previous argument.

But Yunho was still desperate, brimming lust mingling with his desire to make love to you, his hold gentle and yet his hips were merciless. He slammed his cock into your cunt, breathy ah's blowing over the side of you neck while he drew out orgasm after orgasm from you, his length pulsating within your heat as pleasure seared through your bodies. Your thighs trembled around him, and your hips ached when he flipped you over, grabbing your ass to pull you back onto his cock while his other hand pushed your head down into the mattress, taking what he needed from you and revelling in the sweet moans he got in return.

Overstimulation mingled with pleasure, and you tuned out your surroundings save for the choked grunts Yunho blew against the shell of your ear, the flesh of your ass growing raw with his repetitive thrusts, the back of his thighs slapping roughly against your skin.

“gonna come,” he panted, “gonna fill you up all the way, yeah baby?”

You rambled incoherently into the sheets, the hand holding your head down tangling into your hair until dull pain shot through your scalp. Moaning a succession of “yes” and “please,” Yunho held you in place while he emptied thick ropes of his cum between your fluttering walls, doing just as he said he would: filling you up all the way, until the heat spread into your womb.

Yunho brushed the hair off your face to watch your pupils disappear, rutting his softening cock into you to push you further over the edge, aiding you down from your high with skilled rolls of his hips and kisses peppered over your skin, groaning at the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. When overstimulation jerked your body away from his grasp, you reached back with heavy limbs to push at his hips, sighing once his thick length slid out of you, and you missed the string of cum connecting his cockhead to your leaking hole. But Yunho eyed it until it broke, sliding his hands up your spine and flattening his body over yours, his weight held up by the elbows digging into the mattress by your head.

Pressing kisses to every patch of skin he could reach, yunho brushed away your tears with the plush of his lips, kissing over your shut eyelids while breathing in your uneven exhales. His pretty angel, he couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, especially after you’d milked him dry, always so beautiful when you were stuffed full of his cum. Covered in sweat, shirt sticking to your trembling figure, your cunt oozing the translucent liquid while it clenched uselessly around the chill air.

You craned your neck to look at the man hovering over you, clothed chest brushing over your back with every breath he drew in. He looked just as ruined—a pretty flush painting his cheeks, eyes soft and brimming with adoration as they mooned over your expression. You wondered what face you were making, and why it seemed make him so starstruck.

“We good?” You breathed out into the air between you, a hopeful glimmer in your eyes.

Yunho focused on the spit drying over your lips, the line of drool going down to your chin reflecting the light from his monitor. His cock twitched in interest where it lay snug between his lower belly and your ass, and he rolled his hips experimentally, your sweet arousal around the hardening length gliding smoothly over your skin.

He hummed, meeting your hopefulness with an innocent smile, though the hint of slyness hidden within the gesture did not go unnoticed. Rolling his hips once more, he enveloped your body completely, resting some of his body weight over you while he whispered in your ear, a dribble of his cum seeping out of you as you squeezed around nothing.

“I think I might need a little more convincing.”

[shuadotcom]

Irresistible | KMG (M)

Summary: You love Mingyu's hands and arms, especially when he holds you and touches you in the most sinful way.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Afab!Reader

Genres & AUs: Smut, pwp, established relationship au

Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Warnings: Fingering, a little dirty talk, body worship? (mc is in love with Mingyu’s hands and arms), public sex, outdoor sex (they’re in the woods 0/10 would recommend), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Words: 1.2k

Note: A little drabble thingy I wrote in a few hours for Mingyu’s birthday! It’s not beta’d so please don’t tell me about the typos bc I’ll probably find them in like 6 months when I decide to randomly reread it lol. It’s also my first time writing a fic completely on mobile and posting on the app (very annoying btw 😒). I also have a different Gyu fic that I finished that I want to get beta’d before I post - hopefully in the next day or so! It’s a little fluff moment though and not like whatever this horny shit is lol.

Net tag: @kflixnet

Mingyu’s hands are one of your favorite things about him (and yes it’s a very extensive list). His hands are so pretty and always so warm. The pads of his fingers are calloused in the best way but also always so soft.

He’s an expert at holding your hands and loves linking his fingers through yours and rubbing circles into your skin. You love watching him use his hands. Whether it’s when he cooks and you admire the skilled way he handles knives and chopsticks, or when he’s typing on his computer or phone and you watch how his nimble fingers glide over the keyboard and screen.

You love when he’s gripping something, especially something heavy, and you get to see the veins under the skin of his hands bulge, muscles stretching and flexing, reminiscent of pathways on a map; a map that trails all the way up his forearms to his biceps. His bulky, sculpted, wonderful biceps.

Those are a favorite of yours too.

You know he truly puts in the work to make them as big and defined as they are and you appreciate the hell out of him for it. You appreciate how safe and sound you always feel when he traps you in those arms in a hug, holding you like the most precious piece of glass. The limbs are so sturdy, so easy to naturally grab onto when you’re out in the world, relishing in the jealous looks people give you because you’re the one clinging to him, digging your nails lightly into the arms of the Greek god you get to call your boyfriend. If it was up to you, Mingyu would wear nothing but sleeveless shirts and tank tops.

Just like the sleeveless shirt he’s wearing today. It’s black and soft between your fingers as you cling to it like a lifeline. His hands you obsess over so much are doing another thing you love - grabbing at your sweaty, bare skin.

His right-hand grips the leg you’ve thrown around his waist, helping to keep you upright and keep you balanced. His left hand is covered in your sticky wetness as he drags his index finger in and out of your eager cunt.

The bark of the oak tree you’re pressed against digs into your back through your shirt and your jeans are dangerously close to falling off the leg that dangles in his hold, but you barely register it as Mingyu’s finger brushes your g-spot.

“Fuck! Gyu…”

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

Your bottom lip, already red and raw from how hard he kissed you earlier and how much you’ve been gnawing at it, is between your teeth again and you nod in response.

You’ve lost count of how long he’s been teasing you and drawing out this pleasure. It’s been at least fifteen minutes maybe. Definitely too long to be doing this behind a cluster of trees in the park in the middle of the day while your friends wait for you a few feet away.

“I can’t help it, you look so fucking good,” he grumbled into your ear as he crowded you against a tree.

“I’m wearing such a normal outfit!” You giggled, but it was short-lived when he attached his lips to your neck and began sucking on the skin.

“That’s how much you drive me crazy. You’re fucking irresistible.”

“B-but we’re supposed to be getting th-the drinks from the car.” You could barely get the sentence out as Mingyu’s wide hand reached up, grabbing a handful of one of your breasts through your shirt.

“The drinks can wait. Wanna make you cum first.”

He had said that what seems like forever ago, and he’s been doing the exact opposite. Mingyu alternates between lazily rubbing at your clit with his thumb and fucking you with one finger, bringing you so close but not giving you enough to tip you over the edge.

“Gyu, please,” you breathe out, holding in a moan that wants so badly to tumble out. Your ears pick up the sounds all around you - the sound of voices, the rustling of the trees, a dog barking in the distance, and the obscene squelching of your juices as Mingyu shoves a second thick finger into you.

“Hmm, I suppose I should let you cum. People may come looking for us.” He’s almost noncommittal with his words, still only fingering you with minimal effort.

“Please, please, please,” you babble as your fingers grab at his shirt so hard that you’re sure it’ll be wrinkled once you’re done.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, let me cum, Gyu, please!” You’re desperate and punctuate your whimpers with open mouth kisses on his chiseled jaw.

Your boyfriend gives you a devious smirk and you can nearly hear the gears in his head turning, deciding if he wants to keep teasing you or not. Mingyu seems to take pity on you though as he readjusts your leg around him, hiking it higher. Your eyes rake over the prominent veins in his biceps, the skin looking as smooth and tan as always.

Then he’s drawing his other arm back and starts thrusting his fingers into you so quickly it takes your breath away. Your hands fly to his shoulders, grasping onto him for dear life as Mingyu pistons his fingers in and out, curling the tips perfectly.

“Ohhh fuck, like that, fuck!” The words leave your mouth in between more moans of his name, fire erupting in the pit of your stomach.

“Gonna make a mess all over my fingers, baby? Gonna let go for me right here with all these people around?”

A mix of words that you can’t understand comes out of you. He adds a third finger at some point, making your eyes roll back at the delicious burn of the stretch. Mingyu’s thumb rubs against your clit roughly, the pressure being exactly what you need.

He knows you so well and always knows when you’re about to release, so Mingyu brings his mouth to yours, capturing your lips and sticking his tongue into your mouth as you reach your peak. He swallows up your cries of his name as your body shakes in his hold, the tree bark scratching against your exposed skin where your shirt has risen up your back.

Your lips stay locked as you messily make out with him, his digits slowing down to let you ride out the rest of your orgasm.

Eventually, he pulls away and you let out puffs of air that turn into whines of protest when the stimulation from his fingers becomes too much.

Mingyu eases his fingers out of you and holds your gaze as he pops them into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean and groans.

“So sweet. My favorite flavor.” If your skin wasn’t already ablaze, you know you’d be burning up due to his little show.

Mingyu gently lowers your leg and leans down to help you steady your weak body. He gingerly lifts your leg to put it back through your underwear and jeans, even wiggling the denim up your legs and fastening the button for you.

He brings his right hand up, brushing some of your sweaty hair back and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Now, let’s go get those drinks!” He flashes you his signature wide, puppy smile before lacing his perfect fingers with yours and carrying on with your original goal as if he hadn’t just had those same fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy.

Not that you’re mad about it of course.

[vewyscawywriting]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi x F!Reader

Aaaaand I'm finally back with something absolutely no one asked for lol, but oh well. I watched the new Bleach finally and remembered this little freak of a man, so I had to write something.

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Mayuri Kurotsuchi x F!Reader

Wordcount: 917

Tags: Fingering, creampie, cockwarming

Summary: Mayuri fingers and fucks you in his lab.

Beeping sounds of machinery, the clacking of a hand on a keyboard, an unmistakable wet "shlik-shlik" sound, and your moaning echo through the dark and private lab of your Captain.

"Not there yet, pet?" comes from him, as he almost nonchalantly thrusts 2 of his fingers inside of you, the one with the long nail scratching the outside of your thigh, but thankfully the nails of the fingers inside of you are short. "You know I have experiments to run." 

"Hm, n-no Captain, 'm almost, ahh, almost there-" 

You are seated on the lap of the Caption of the 12th squad, legs spread over his' and back to his broad chest while you are being fingered to completion. His eyes aren't on you but on his screens, but you know you have his full focus as he always knows exactly how to move his fingers in such a way that have you orgasm in mere minutes. 

He mutters something, slapping your thigh with the hand he was typing with a second ago. You jolt, and let out a surprised moan. "You're excessively wet, pet. Look at you, leaking all over my haori. Disgusting."

"I'm sorry Captain-" you manage to get out, bucking your hips towards his fingers, and grinding yourself on his leg. "I'll, ah, I'll clean it up later..."

As if he cares. He would likely walk around with your cum stain on his haori for everyone to see and not bat an eye. The only time something like that mattered was when he was doing an experiment that had to be sterile. He was a neat freak usually, but wears your fluids as if it was something to show of. 

You are so close, he curls his fingers inside of you, thumb rubbing your clit and pressing down harshly. With an open mouth and a silent cry you come, wetting your Captain's leg even more. He removes his hand from you slowly, inspecting his glistening fingers.

"Within the allotted time this time. Good," he murmurs, as he types something on his keyboard while bringing his soiled hand to you, "open."

You open your mouth, sucking on his fingers as he swirls them around in your mouth. He makes a low humming sound, and despite his bored façade, you can feel his arousal digging into your ass. 

With practiced movement he has himself bare against you, and he hasn't even removed his hand from his keyboard. He slowly rubs himself against your cheeks, before pulling at your arm to have you lift yourself up for him. You do so without words, and feel his blunt head rub at your lower lips deliciously before pushing in. He finally gives a slight reaction to this affecting him with a slight rolling back of his eyes, but he seems focused again almost instantly after. 

You're seated comfortably on his dick, and groan out at the stretch, but after the initial insertion nothing else happens. 

"C-captain?" you whine as you look back at him, but he just frowns at you.

"Patience is a virtue. Just keep me warm for a while as I work, pet."

Despite his length throbbing inside of your plush heat you know he can hold out all night if he wants to. A groan leaves you as you try not to move on top of him. This is going to be a struggle, being good will have you rewarded 100 fold later on, but despite the fact that you've already come once you're unsure if you have the patience to be good. 

It feels like an eternity of neither of you moving, just feeling the stretch of him inside of you, warming you from the inside, until a slight buck of his hips make you gasp out. It seems Mayuri himself has run out of patience, and you push back against him eagerly. He mutters something under his breath, wants to punish you for moving, but your happy face looking up at him touches some deep, hidden part of him, and he relents. Grunting as he finally starts bucking up more earnestly you eagerly bounce on his lap to assist. His pace starts out slow and deep, but your enthusiastic movement has him speeding up to regain his control, the wet sounds of your bodies connecting mingling with your moans. He's quiet, his elevated breathing the only indication of your coupling, but his eyes are trained on you like he's studying you even now.

You come much faster than you think, adding onto the stain on your captain's haori, and in your orgasmic bliss you don't hear how he actually moans at how much tighter you get around him. You're unaware he's filming this for future "analysis", and he'll never show you how soft he gets around you during times like these.

"Take the seed, pet," he grunts, eyes boring into yours as you can barely hold onto his staggering  pace. 

"Yes, please," you whine out, so eager for him, and your acceptance makes him fall over the edge. No sound comes from him, but a full body shudder and his eyes rolling back tell you of his pleasure as he empties himself inside of you.

You're boneless on his lap as he lets the fluids leak from you while he resumes his typing. 

"Now we'll see if the seed takes hold," he mutters, "With my newest experiment it should make for some interesting offspring."

The words take a little bit to get through to your sleepy brain, but when they do you instantly stiffen.

"You did what?"

[jamiewintons]

Distractions (Ariel Conroy/F!Reader)

Summary: Ariel finds you rather distracting, and he decides to teach you a lesson.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Desk Sex. Oral Sex (M!Receiving). Fingering. Degradation & Praise. Dom!Ariel/Sub!Reader. Daddy Kink. Unprotected Sex. Ariel Being Ariel.

A/N: Hope you enjoy the absolute filth, everyone!

Word Count: 2885

Ariel Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @thingses-and-stuffses, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @bluedenimbabe, @notwhateveriwasbefore (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

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The long hours that Ariel spent in front of his computer, tapping away at his keyboard, could get awfully tedious. 

He liked having you there beside him, within his sight and reach at all times. He couldn’t have you running off and abandoning him like Hawkwind did; he wasn’t going to make that mistake twice. So, as he worked, he’d keep you close, seated in a chair near him for the time that he was working. Usually, you’d read a book or mess around on your phone, barely speaking because you didn’t want to bother him.

But you had a way of tempting Ariel without even knowing it. In your mind, you were simply sitting there, minding your own business, but in Ariel’s eyes, you were like a temptation, a seductress sent with the sole purpose of keeping him from getting his work done. Everything you did made him want to abandon his computer and spend the rest of the day with his cock buried deep inside of you.

The way you played with your hair as you concentrated on the book you were holding in your other hand. The way you absentmindedly bit your lip every so often, reminding him of how you’d do that while he’s fucking you hard into the mattress. How your lips parted, and made him imagine sliding his fingers or even better, his cock, inside your warm, inviting mouth.

Ariel considered himself a man with a great deal of self control, but you broke him, and he needed to do something about it. You were a distraction, and distractions had to be dealt with.

You looked up from your book when you heard Ariel stand from his chair and say your name, the suddenness and blunt tone shocking you somewhat. As soon as you saw the look in his eyes, you knew what he wanted, but waited for instructions before you made any sort of move. Instead you stared up at him with wide eyes, pliant and obedient, anticipating his orders.

“Stand up.” Ariel told you sharply, and you did as you were told. As soon as you were on your feet, his hands gripped onto your waist, spinning you around and pressing his front up against your back. You could already feel his sizeable erection pressing into you, even through his jeans. “You’ve been distracting me all day today. I have important work that needs to be done, and you think it’s okay to keep me from it.  That’s not very polite of you.”

You were about to open your mouth to protest, to say that you hadn’t done anything, you’d just been sitting there reading, but you knew that wasn’t what Ariel wanted to hear. “I’m sorry.”

Ariel stayed silent other than an expectant hum, waiting for you to finish your sentence in the appropriate manner. Despite all of your boyfriend’s flaws, he always tried his best to be patient with you.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, feeling Ariel’s fingers digging into your sides as soon as the name passed your lips.

“Good girl,” he praised, rocking his hips gently against your backside, letting you feel how hard you made him, how you had affected him. You moaned, simply from the memory of how he felt inside of you. He spun you around again, so you were facing him, and placed his hand beneath your chin to tilt your head up.

“How can I make it up to you, Daddy?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. That was what Ariel wanted - for you to be polite, compliant, and always eager to please him. A soft smile came over his face as he pretended to think for a moment, as if he hadn’t already decided what he wanted from you.

Silently, he sat back down on his desk chair, skilfully unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. You got onto your knees on the floor between his legs, immediately knowing what your next task was. Without missing a beat, you pulled his jeans down just enough, before doing the same with his boxers and carefully taking out his thick, already leaking cock.

You leaned forward, taking the head of Ariel’s cock between your lips. You didn’t wait long before taking him inside further - you’d been in this position more times than you could count, and had become accustomed to taking him quickly. Ariel could be somewhat impatient, and the last thing you wanted was to ever disappoint him.

As you began to slowly move your head, taking his cock as far into your mouth as possible before drawing back, Ariel let out a loud groan of satisfaction. His fingers tangled into your hair, gently - at least for now - tugging at the strands as you pleasured him.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he moaned deeply, looking down at you so he could watch his length disappearing in and out of your warm mouth. Almost as soon as he looked down, you looked up, your gazes locking with each other. Your eyes looked so submissive, so desperate to please him, and it made Ariel’s desire to wreck you grow even further. “My good little slut.”

Using the tight grip he had on your hair, Ariel began to take control, determining the speed and intensity of how you took his cock. Tears began to well in your eyes as he used your mouth like a toy, but you weren’t disappointed. You loved nothing more than Ariel letting loose and using you for his own pleasure.

Ariel’s moans and curses were getting louder and more frequent, and that combined with the way he was twitching inside your mouth let you know that he was close. You moaned around his cock at the thought of him spilling all of his cum down your waiting throat.

But Ariel seemed to have a different idea, because all of a sudden he pulled himself from your mouth by your hair, holding you roughly in place with one hand while jerking himself off with the other. Before you even knew what was happening, his cum was spurting onto your face as he let out an almost animalistic growl of your name.

You closed your eyes as he marked you as his own, as if you could ever forget who you belonged to. He kept pumping his cock in his fist until he was too over sensitive to continue, wanting to cover your face as much as he could. As always, you sat there and took it, so obedient and polite for him like he wanted.

For a few moments, you both sat there in silence, struggling to catch your breath as your hearts beat fast and hard within your chests. You waited patiently, knowing not to move until you were given express permission from Ariel.

“What do you say?” Ariel asked, breaking the silence. He leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily, still keeping a firm hold on your hair. Though your eyes were still closed and you couldn’t see, he gazed down at you proudly.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Your voice was quiet and hoarse due to the abuse to your throat, but you made sure to speak at a loud enough volume so that Ariel could hear you clearly. The hand that was fisted in your hair loosened, instead softly petting the strands, praising you for a job well done.

Ariel recovered before you did, and you barely noticed him scrambling around above you, taking something out of his desk drawer. You heard him say your name, and so you looked up at him, then there was the familiar click and flash of his Polaroid camera, as he took yet another photo of you.

Like any good hacker, Ariel knew that there were certain things you kept analogue, private things that you didn’t want anyone to ever find if they happened to break into your computer. Though Ariel’s digital security was top notch - you’d have to be a better hacker than him to break it, and no one was better than him - he still liked to play it safe when his precious possessions were involved.

Ariel’s most secret, precious thing was his collection of Polaroids, taken of you in compromising positions - countless photos of you naked and tied to his bed, or covered in his cum, or with your mouth or pussy stuffed full of his cock. He kept them all in a box hidden under your bed, away from the sunlight that could cause them to fade away. He was strangely sentimental about these photos, and sometimes he’d flick through them, gazing at them fondly, as if he was looking at an innocent photo of you displayed in his wallet.

He set the photo facedown on the desk, and then his attention was all on the real you once again, rather than your image. “Clean yourself up, kitten,” Ariel told you, and since you weren’t provided with any tissues or wipes, you knew that meant he wanted you to do it yourself.

Using your hands, you wiped Ariel’s cum from your face, before taking your fingers into your mouth to lick and suck them clean. Under Ariel’s watchful eyes, you moaned at the taste, devouring it like a starved woman. His cock quickly began to twitch back to life, despite his very recent orgasm. Of course, his fun was not going to end here.

“On my lap,” he ordered, tapping his thigh with his hand for emphasis. You stood up with shaky legs and sore knees, doing as you’re told right away. Ariel’s hands were all over you, squeezing and groping and tweaking, until he allowed his hand to dip beneath the skirt of your thin, loose fitting dress.

You weren’t wearing panties, as Ariel expected of you when you were at home together. He liked to be able to bend you over any available surface and take you right then and there whenever the mood struck him, and underwear was an annoying hindrance to his lust for you.

Ariel groaned against your neck at the feeling of your dripping wetness, coating his fingers as he swiped them through your folds. You shuddered as his digits travelled from your entrance up to your swollen, sensitive clit, and began to gently rub it in circles.

“You’re such a whore, getting this wet just from sucking my cock,” Ariel said lowly into your ear, enjoying the way that you were squirming in his lap. “But you’re my whore, aren’t you, princess? You’d never be like this with someone else?” You nod frantically, but this isn’t good enough for Ariel. “Use your words.”

“O-only for you, Daddy,” you managed to get out, even as Ariel’s finger began moving faster against your clit. He used his free hand to hold you down, so you couldn’t buck up against him to get more friction. Ariel continued to tease and toy with you - a darkly amused grin adorning his face - until you were right up against the edge, and then he slowly pulled his hand away.

You whimpered, and Ariel laughed darkly as he roughly groped your breasts, massaging them in his large hands. Once he’d teased your nipples to hardened peaks, he grabbed at the bottom of your dress, pulling it up and over your head before throwing it to the side. You shivered slightly as the cold air of Ariel’s office reached your skin, but you didn’t have too long to think about it, because all of a sudden his hands were on your hips and lifting them so he could slide his cock into your waiting, soaked entrance.

Ariel dug his teeth into your shoulder as he entered you, hard enough to leave a mark but not to draw blood. For your part, you let out a shaking moan that almost sounded like a sob as you felt yourself being so deliciously stretched out.

“You always take me so well,” Ariel informed you in a low voice, soothing the bite mark he left with a sweet kiss. “That’s because you belong to me, kitten. No one will ever be able to satisfy you like I can.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whined, and you meant it. You knew that in the very unlikely event that your relationship with Ariel ended, nothing would ever be the same. No one would be able to touch you like he did, or fuck you like he did. Make you feel like no one in the world matters besides the two of you like he did. You truly did belong to him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ariel started moving, already at a rough and fast pace as per usual. He grabbed at your hips for dear life, thrusting up into you while you feebly attempted to grind down against him. He felt impossibly good inside of you, and as always, you were a complete mess right from the beginning.

His lips whispered soft curses, praises, and degradations against your skin as he fucked you; never letting you forget how incredible you felt around him, how you were his and no one else’s, how he would never let you leave him. Of course you didn’t want to leave him and would never dream of trying - and really, he knew that - but you always tried to reassure him in times like this.

“I-I’d never leave you, Daddy,” you practically sobbed, your legs quivering at the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Ariel’s mouth once again latched onto your shoulder, now sucking a hickey into your sensitive skin. Speaking was difficult in moments like this, but you persevered for him. “Never. I need you.”

“Yes,” Ariel groaned loudly, clearly very satisfied with your words, but to your surprise, stopped the movement of his hips. You made a confused noise, hoping that Ariel would give you answers, but you got all of the explanation you needed when he lifted you off his lap, before standing up and bending you over a clear area of his desk.

As soon as your face was pressed against the wood of the desk, Ariel once again entered you, his cock reaching deeper inside of you thanks to your new position. His grip on your hips was tight and bruising, possessive as you had come to expect from him. You knew that he would leave his mark on you in every possible way.

“You’re mine,” Ariel leaned over you to whisper into your ear, still pounding into you quick and rough. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to respond - when you opened your mouth all that would come out were moans and almost incomprehensible noises that sounded close to ‘Daddy’. But as difficult as it was to focus on anything but how close you were, you could still hear what he was saying. “Every part of your body belongs to me, kitten. And you’ll do everything I say, won’t you? I know you will, because you’re my good little whore. So you’re going to come right now, and you’re going to thank me for giving you the privilege.”

During his last sentence, you could hear Ariel’s voice trembling just slightly, and you knew that he was close too. All it took was for him to snake a hand between you and start rubbing circles on your clit for you to fall apart, shaking violently and clumsily trying to buck back against him. “Thank you, Daddy,” you nearly screamed, feeling tears beginning to fall from your eyes and onto the desk. You continued repeating this phrase until your voice gave out, and all you could do was lay there and enjoy it without a single thought in your head that didn’t pertain to him.

Even with you tightening like a vice around him, Ariel’s pace didn’t slow down, fucking you hard and fast until he came too, spilling himself deep inside of you with your name on his lips. With his cock still buried within you he practically collapsed on top of you as you both struggled to breathe, but you didn’t mind too much. The feeling of his steadying heartbeat against your back – even through his shirt – was comforting to you. It reminded you of how completely he adored you, how he was all yours as much as you were all his.

It wasn’t long before Ariel moved back to a standing position and slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feel empty and a little achy. He grabbed something from the desk that you couldn’t see, but your vision was all fuzzy. “Stay there,” he told you, as if you’d be able to move anyway, and kneeled down behind you before you heard yet another click. Another photo for his ever growing collection. “Perfect.”

You were still breathing heavily bent over the desk, not sure if your legs would even be able to hold you up if you tried to move. Ariel however, had zipped up his jeans, and settled back down in his chair, sanitising his hands before turning his attention back to the computer screen in front of him.

“Now, I’ve got a lot of work to get done, sweetheart,” he told you sternly, and you heard the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the keys once again. “Try not to be so distracting, will you?”

[kulemii]

Not sure if I should send this - you certainly don’t have to answer it. It just didn’t sit right with me to scroll past that post. Just wanted to say I’m glad to have a mutual like you. Seeing your ramblings tags on one of my posts is a highlight of my day. Honestly, I wish I knew you irl because you’re a great person. I know I’m not about regularly, but if ever you want to talk, do feel free to drop a message, even to just talk rubbish. Sorry for speaking out of turn. -M

friend, i most definitely appreciate you going out of your way to say something. don't worry about speaking out of turn. it means alot. if i'm honest, and i can't remember if i said this in the post or not, it's a little hard to re-read but i feel similarly! i wasn't even sure if i should post it in the first place? when i come to my blog to vent, i never want to come across as if i'm seeking attention or anything, ya know? i've just had a lot that i've been feeling and i needed to get it out and smacking it out onto my keyboard and posting it felt like a good way to do about doing that. it did help alot. it really did.. but still i do have that guilt and those thoughts where i feel like i did something fucked up and i should delete it but.. i think if i can fight against it and keep it here and i can press on and get better it'll serve as a good reminder for how things used to be and i can be proud of how far i came. does that make any sense?

anyway, i've rambled enough. thanks again- i appreciate the offer and i'll keep you in mind 💖

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my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪ "i heard you yell, i was just checking on you" he's only your neighbour and despite only talking to him a few times, you cared for him.

warnings / other notes ↪ short

My apartment complex wasn't busy, most people preferred the bottom floors compared to the top. Just so happens only me and a few others live on the top of the building.

My next door neighbour, James. I know he's Captain America's best friend, I never mention it though, I think its a sensitive topic when I speak to James.

Although I've only spoken to him a few times in my life he seemed awfully sarcastic, well spoken but sarcastic and socially awkward. We bump into each other in the hallway when we both are heading out or something.

Tonight I was up late writing an incident report for something that happened in court today, being a lawyer wasn't easy especially if the client that hired you doesn't follow anything you say.

I was running on caffeine and energy drinks, it was just a typical Saturday night for me.

My fingers gently pressed against the keyboard on my laptop writing words today, the client was eagerly wanting to plead guilty, lashing out at not only the judge but the witness. My client has no previous mental illnesses or reasons to be in jail so why he would want to be there is beyond me.

Grabbing the half empty cup of coffee sipping it before placing it back down on my desk, re-reading anything I had written down in the past ten minutes, correcting any grammatical error.

My eyes started to grow bags at the sight of all the writing, law school had obviously helped me career wise. Certainly not mentally or physically but living in New York isn't easy.

Continuing to press the keys a words formed on my screen my phone buzzes "who would message me at this time" I mumble getting up, dawdling over to my bedside table reaching for the phone.

A loud yell comes from the other side of my bedroom wall, the side in which James had lived.

Forgetting about the phone I race out my door to James knocking on it loudly. Although he had a metal arm I always feared for his safety.

Moments later the door opened "James' I smile sweetly, his head was sweaty, his face red and he was panting "y/n" he said swallowing before clearing his throat "I uh- i heard you yell, i was just checking on you" I sigh in relief.

I hadn't known him too well, but I knew him well enough to care for him.

"I'm fine" he nods huffing and puffing, his dog tags hanging out the collar of his shirt, this was the first time I had seen everything. The tags, the hair all muffled, the shirt hanging loosely and his metal arm.

He had mentioned it previously, but due to fear of judgement he never showed me "are you, uh okay?" he asks pointing at my shirt that had a coffee stain and I chuckle "yeah just late nights" I clear my throat and he nods.

"was it nightmares?" I ask him and he tilts his head "ptsd?" I continue and he shakes his head "No i'm fine." he says trying to reassure me.

"it's completely normal you know." I say ignoring his assurance, he eventually nods "yeah it was just nightmares, no ptsd." he says giving a half smile.

"i know we don't know each other well, if you wanted to talk?" I say and he shakes his head awkwardly "i'm ok, i- uh i have a therapist so" he says biting his tongue and I nod "ok well thats good" I smile to him "have a good night James." I say before walking back to my door.

"It's Bucky" he says stopping me in my tracks and I spin around "James is my legal name, you can call me Bucky" he says and "oh thats cool" I say and he nods "actually" I say "since you're up and I assume you aren't going to bed anytime soon..." I drag on the last word.

"and since you haven't closed the door on met yet, would you like to come over. I can make coffee and not spill it on you, maybe if you don't fall asleep i could complain about my latest client?" I ask "uh" he says before looking into his apartment "sure" he says "i'll just grab my keys" he says walking back into his apartment.

A few minutes later he walks out with his keys and a leather jacket and gloves "you don't need those." my finger pointing at his gloves, he must've assumed I was scared or worried about his metal arm, I thought it made him unique.

He takes off his gloves throwing them back into his apartment before closing the door, following me to my apartment.

"I hope it's up to your standards, i'm not home all the time of course you know since your my neighbour" I chuckle tidying stuff up on the table, pushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

"it's nice, has more furniture than mine." he chuckles looking around "you can come into my room, that's where I do my work." I chuckle leaving the stuff on the table in a neat pile walking to my room.

This would be the first time James, I mean Bucky was invited into my home and it was messy. I could've tried harder but then again I didn't think I'd invite someone in at 2 in the morning.

"so who's the client?" he says laying on my bed "his name is Kent Brentwood, he's up for aggravated assault, forgery and 3 counts of first-degree murder." I smack my lips sitting at my desk and James raises his eyebrows.

"oooh" he says and I nod "I mean the man is clearly innocent, he looks like someone you bully but he's literally egging the trial on, he wants to be in jail. I just don't know why?" I mumble.

"he's going in there to kill someone, or it's money it's simple." he shrugs "but no evidence" I huff leaning back in my chair "I could get it out of him..." Bucky suggests "No, no, if all goes bad. I didn't represent the guy." I mumble my fingers tapping repetitively on the backspace key.

"coffee?" I ask him and he shakes his head "no thanks" he said staring intently at my screen "oh right, laptop with all my work." I point to it and he nods almost as if he had never seen it before.

"uh huh" he smiles "you're bed is comfortable." he says patting the space around him "it was a gift from my Aunt" I smile to him spinning my chair around to face him fully.

I stare at him, waiting for him to say something about his nightmares. I think he understood what I was doing because he sighed before starting another conversation "is it hard being a criminal defense lawyer?" he asks.

"Well I did have this client, Scott Lang the infamous Ant Man for the uh whole Iron Man v Cap." I say and he looks down disappointed "I don't know why I got him as my first case, I had no faith but I got him down to a couple years and home detention." I smile proud of myself.

"You should be proud of yourself." he says "I am" I smile.

Getting up off my chair I sit next to him on my bed "nightmares" I look down at him "please don't, no y/n, don't" he whines "come on Bucky atleast tell me how you feel when it happens or something, I don't wanna hear you screaming at night, it's heart wrenching." I mumble the last few words and he sighs sitting up.

"fine" he says clearing his throat "i'm assuming since you mentioned Steve" he pauses and I nod "yup" I smile "Well it's the day I died, Steve and I were on a train in Germany, i think." he says.

"I had fallen off the train and Steve tried reaching for me, he failed and its just that on repeat. When I hit the ground it changes to... this being put on" he mumbles raising his metal arm.

"then it's just my whole life, all the killings on repeat until it gets to one killing, someone who is very much alive and then I wake up." he says "like the state I found you in?" I ask and he nods. "those are my nightmares." he says and I grab his metal arm "if anything I'd be thankful that I could put this arm in the freezer and use it as an ice pack in summer." I say and he laughs. "an ice pack?"

[cheollipop]

ꕥ— 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮

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pairing: kitty!choi san x owner!reader x puppy!jung wooyoung

w.c.: 4.4k

tags: smut, fluff, hybrid au, fem reader, mxm heavy (check tags)

squeezed between your body and wooyoung's, kisses littered over his heated skin and whimpers dragged out from between his lips, you guided san through his first heat.

warnings: threesome (m/f/m), thigh humping, unprotected sex (👎), vaginal sex, mxm, anal fingering, some rimming, anal sex, slick for lube lmao, bottom!san, top!wooyoung, sub!san, service dom!reader, who knows what wooyoung is, man just wants to fuck, knotting, multiple orgasms (m&f), so much cum, like a crazy amount, very unrealistic amount of cum, handjob, male squirting, breeding kink, lots of praise, lots of overstimulation, lots of creampies, some cockwarming, some spit, san is very whiny, nicknames (mommy; woo, youngie; sannie, kitty, love, darling), I think that's all?

A/N: this is thank you gift to one of the sweetest people I've had the honour of meeting!! @roodles17 /@littleocean-rose thank you so much for everything, and I really hope I did your idea justice!! happy reading~~

nsfw and warnings under the cut—minors dni 🔞

Fingers pressing into the tattered keycaps, you basked under the sliver of sunlight filtering through the open blinds above your desk, the shining orb only now departing from its locus, a couple more hours to go before the sky changed hues and the clouds resembled cotton candy. You sighed as you turned your attention back to your screen, urging your hands to move while your unfinished report stared back at you.

You don’t hear the muted shuffling behind you, bare feet padding along the floorboards until they reached your side, a subtle gush of air blowing over your skin as the cat hybrid crouched beside you, nuzzling his cheek into your lap. You smiled at the gesture, moving one hand off your keyboard to run it through his blonde locks, taking in his docile form as he sat on the floor by your desk chair. Your mind wandered back to his first few weeks with you: he would only eat when he was alone, startle at any sound, hiss and bite whenever you tried getting near him. But now, that same hybrid sought out affection and even began initiating it, growing whinier every second your attention was not on him, his lips pouting egregiously until you welcomed him into your lap.

He tilted his chin upwards, setting it on your thigh to look up at you expectantly, shifting onto his knees as his eyes grew wider. You huffed out a laugh at his expression, and you knew the warmth in your chest had nothing to do with the golden rays of spring shining through your window. But your work deadline ticked in your head, your eyes flitting back towards your laptop as its fan whirred in the background, sighing in defeat.

“I really need to get this done, Sannie,” the disappointment on his face pulled at your heartstrings. “I’m sorry, love. Give me an hour or two and I’ll be all yours, okay?”

The pout on his lips persisted, but a hesitant nod shook his head. You smiled. He was your good boy.

San remained by your side for next hour, cheek smushed against your pajama bottoms and his tail brushing over your feet every time it swayed. It distracted you at first, the subtle purr vibrating over your thigh, but soon your fingers began moving steadily over the keys, typing paragraph after paragraph, San’s restless fidgeting going unnoticed as you immersed yourself into your report.

He stared up at your profile, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and your lips pursed while you worked, a shot of pain surging through his tight abdomen. You’d heard San make a lot of noises—needy meows, hearty giggles, feisty hisses—but the pained mewl slipping through his lips wasn’t one of them, instantly turning your head towards him. Teary eyes met yours, his chin propped up on your thigh and his face contorting into that of fiery need, fingers grasping at your calves in an attempt to ground himself. You noted the trail of slick left on the floorboards under him, shimmering under the sunlight as he rutted over the solid wood.

Drawing your attention back to his eyes, you held his face in your palms, “Sannie, can you tell me what hurts, love?”

“I-I can’t wait anymore, ‘hurts,” tears welled up in his eyes, and before you could repeat your question, San’s hand finds its way between his legs, palming over the tent in his pink sleep shorts with built-up desperation. “Please, ‘want you now.”

You glanced at your screen, the nearing deadline ticking in your head as you weighed your options. Small hands tugged at your flowy bottoms, the sound of reckless shuffling focusing your attention on San as he dragged his hips along the floor, soft whimper slipping through his parted lips. Your fingers twitched over his skin, slipping down to rest on his biceps.

“How about you grind against mommy while she gets the rest of her work done, hm?”

San’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly scrambled off the floor to straddle one of your thighs, panting heavily as you moved his waistband down—sucking in a deep breath at the lack of underwear—and snapping it under his balls. The thin material was soaked through, precum and slick darkening the cotton as San’s arousal flooded out of his delicate body. You’d never seen the cat hybrid act this way, eying over his reddening skin while he grinded his leaking cock over your upper thigh, streaks of precum staining the fabric.

“Good?” You pushed back the blonde strands sticking to his damp forehead.

“’F-feels weird, mommy, I- ah!”

“Weird how, love?” You brushed a thumb over his shut eyelid, a silent request for him to look at you, and he did, peaking at you through the thick veil of arousal clouding his senses. “Tell mommy how you’re feeling.”

“I-I don’t know...”

The pout on his lips drew a smile on yours, “Do you not feel good?”

“No! ‘Feels so good…. I-I’m so close,” his hips slowed, San's eyebrows furrowing at the languid pace despite it being his own doing.

“Does kitty want to cum?” You smiled, tucking a loose strand behind his ear.

He bit back a moan, canines digging into his bottom lip as he tortured himself with slow drags over your clothed skin. “But, ngh- I don’t wanna get your clothes dirty.”

Fondness flooded your chest, your heart about to burst at the innocence held within his words, contrasting the flushed state of his skin and the precum seeping into your patterned pants. “Oh Sannie, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Your lips stretched further at the subtle perk-up of his ears at the nickname, “don’t worry about that, darling, we can wash them later.”

Your hands found their place on his behind, guiding his movements over your thigh until airy moans poured out of him. Tucking his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent, blowing hot air out of his lungs while he frantically rolled his hips back into your palms, and forwards over the soft cotton. Mumbled pleas and heavy pants muffled by your skin, the stutter of his hips as you moved them over you, San drowned himself in the overwhelming pleasure, his cock pulsing while ropes of white painted over the pattern on your pants.

A rough tongue ran over your pulse point, suckling on the delicate skin as he continued to grind over you, still hard and not showing any signs of fatigue. Unusual, you thought, as the hybrid was usually satisfied after one round, feeding off the attention you’d given him until another wave of need overtook him. Frenetic hips continued to move over your thigh, aided by the translucent liquid coating your pants, his thrusts only calming down once a third body entered the room, resonant footsteps turning hushed as bare feet pressed into the fluffy rug in your study. A curious—and slightly erratic—nose dug into the side of San’s freckled neck, Wooyoung’s hanging ears along with a few strands of purple brushing against the side of your face, the poignant scent of lavender permeating the air around you. Sandwiched between the two bodies, you watched queryingly as his sniffing nose trailed upwards to nuzzle into the other hybrid’s hair—yet another unusual occurrence.

After a couple months of cautious steps and endless bickering, the two hybrids were basically inseparable. Their scent mingled into one, and one of their beds was almost always empty as they began to favour a shared sleeping arrangement. But Wooyoung was acting strange, as though he was experiencing a new side to San, inhaling a scent different to the one he’d grown used to.

“Smells so good,” he muttered into the blonde locks, arm circling the two bodies in the creaking chair to pull San closer with a hand on his lower back, pushing him further into your chest with the gesture.

“Youngie…” Wooyoung’s ears perked up at the gravelly tone, but his face remained buried into the side of San’s head. “Youngie, ‘want you, please,” his hips gave a few aggressive thrusts before another load of hot cum spurted out of his angry cockhead, a broken cry sending a wave of arousal down to your core, and—judging by the grunt leaving the puppy hybrid’s lips—Wooyoung’s as well.

You gave San a few seconds to wind down, sucking in a surprised gasp when the hybrid returned to his insistent grinding, a whispered “not enough” on his lips. With your hands on his shoulders, you pulled him off you until his flushed face returned to your field of vision, glossy lips parted and eyes lidded with lust while he moved his cock over a puddle of his own cum. Levelling Wooyoung with a warning look, the hybrid pulled back his meddling nose with a dejected whine, allowing you to examine the cat hybrid without his unneeded assistance. You placed a hand on his cheek, the other on his forehead, eyebrows raising at the abnormal warmth seeping into your palms as the blonde nuzzled into your touch, a soft purr vibrating in his chest. The high temperature, the urgent need for stimulation, the obscene amount of cum coating your thigh—you gathered the symptoms in your head, a final diagnosis flashing in red before your eyes. Of course.

Your fingers slid into his hair, thumb brushing over his cheekbone while you scratched at the hair behind his ears, the worry pulling your eyebrows together lessening at the way San melted under your touch. “Oh, love, you’re in heat?” It was as though your words had reminded him of his current situation, his movements growing frantic again, the hand you’d slid down to his hips proving useless in calming him down. “My poor baby,” you cooed, allowing him to move as he wished, “you won’t feel better until you get a knot in you.”

San’s head snapped upwards, looking for the puppy hybrid’s eyes and finding them staring right back at him, the veins in his hands protruding out of the delicate skin as he gripped the edge of the chair behind you to prevent himself from reaching out to San. Your good boy, following your unspoken instruction.

Small hands circled around your head to grab fistfuls of Wooyoung’s shirt, making you on eye-level with San’s chest as his eyes grew teary with overflowing need, “please, Youngie, please knot me.”

Peering down at you with a questioning gaze, hints of desperation glimmering in his hooded eyes, Wooyoung silently asked you an obvious question, his fingers twitching beside your head. You smiled, huffing out a small laugh as your chest brimmed with teeming adoration.

“What do you say, Youngie, should we help our poor kitty out?”

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Small hands kneaded at the backs of your thighs, folding you in half and leaning over your body while he dug his blunt nails into the flesh, the relaxed pace at which he squeezed at your skin contrasting that of his hips, hammering into your soaked pussy without relent, as though he hadn’t dragged two orgasms out of you already. You slid a hand over the side of his neck, bringing his head down until the tell-tale roughness of his tongue grazed your collarbone.

San’s thrusts faltered, his hips now shallowly rolling into your cunt while mumbled gibberish mixed with whimpers poured onto your chest in hot exhales. He was more so rutting his hips back than forward, meeting Wooyoung’s long fingers as they stretched him open, a stream of slick dripping down San’s balls and mingling with your arousal and his cum, a thick load already stuffed deep within you. At the change in demeanour, Wooyoung prodded the pads of his fingers at the swollen gland again, eyes following the frantic sway of the fluffy white tail in front of him, and noting the subtle twitch of San’s toned thighs.

“Youngie, ‘s enough,” San pleaded, voice drowned out as he dug his face further into the crook of your neck, and Wooyoung decided he liked that reaction. So he repeated the motion, once, twice, until you felt his throbbing length pulsating within you. “Nghh! P-please I-”

He drew his hips away from the relentless digits, sheathing himself within your warm walls as Wooyoung milked him from the back, his muscles jerking with every brush against his prostate. He pulled his fingers out at the first protest from the cat hybrid, a feisty paw swinging backwards in complaint, instead leaning down lick a stripe over San’s winking hole, clenching uselessly as slicked oozed out of it. That same paw reached back to press against the back of Wooyoung’s head, pushing him further between his legs as the starved tongue lapped at his puckered rim.

To your surprise, San’s attention focused back onto you, his eyes lidded but still aware, not yet clouded with the thick haze of his heat. Rolling his hips experimentally, San’s eyebrows furrowed in discomfort momentarily before relaxing, languidly grinding his once-again hardening cock into your cunt, exhaling breathy moans that reached your face in negligible puffs, “am I making you feel good, mommy?”

You carded your fingers through his soft locks, the sound of Wooyoung suckling excitedly on San’s rim drowning into the background as gentle eyes awaited your affirmation. “You feel so good, Sannie, always so good got me, love,” the corners of your lips curved into an easy smile, your overwhelming infatuation towards the hybrid pouring into your expression. But then his face contorted again, as though every motion within you wounded him. “Sannie, does it hurt, darling? We can stop now if you’re tired-”

“No!” Pink painted his cheeks at the sudden raise in his tone, his next words uttered under his breath with embarrassment laced into the syllables, “p-please don’t stop, mommy feels so good.... ‘wanna cum again, please, can I?”

Holding his face between your palms, you drew him closer to smack a few open-mouthed kisses onto his heated forehead, thumbing over his cheekbones while you eyed his features for a few seconds, his soft whine reminding you that he’d asked a question, “of course you can, darling, you can cum as many times as you want.” San’s ears perked up, his tail standing straight for a moment before beginning to wave at a building pace, becoming uncontrollable after he’d picked up your next words, “do you wanna try coming on Youngie’s knot?”

San's hips stilled, partly at your words, but also due to the firm chest now stuck to his sweat-covered back, Wooyoung’s cock snug between his cheeks. Small fingers clutched your thighs again, digging into the skin as Wooyoung teased his cockhead over the perky hole, smearing precum around until it formed a homogenous mixture with San’s slick before finally breaching his entrance. The tinges of neglect you’d been feeling faded away with every inch Wooyoung pushed into the hybrid above you, your position under him granting you a front-row view to his changing expressions—his delicate features reforming as pleasure seeped through his nerves, his eyes fluttering as he tried to keep them open, drawing a perfect circle with his mouth and widening it into an oval once Wooyoung bottomed out. You resisted shutting your eyes, wanting to take in the hushed whimpers escaping the back of San’s throat without any external interferences, but couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the hybrid’s face.

Wooyoung’s patience had never been the greatest, always first to jump off the couch whenever he heard your footsteps approaching the front door; not backing down even after getting scolded for crowding you while you made dinner. So you weren’t particularly surprised when he allowed San only a few seconds to adjust, snapping his hips into the hybrid with urgency, pushing his body into yours with every forceful thrust. Veiny hands found San’s waist, gripping the narrow diameter while he drove his cock into his dripping hole, lowering his head to watch himself sink into the stretched rim, and puckered his lips to drop a wad of spit over it, adding to the mess San had already made.

The sweat coating San’s forehead smeared over your chest, his body curling in on itself as he simply took Wooyoung’s cock, giving up on his lousy attempts at thrusting into you. Wrapping your arms around San’s shoulders, you cradled the back of his head and pressed your lips to his hair, the sound of skin-on-skin blending in with the soft mewls vibrating against your chest while Wooyoung pounded into him.

“Kitty feels so good, so warm inside, ah-” his hands slid off San’s waist, one curving over the slope of his ass, spreading him open until the stretched hole peeked at him, squeezing deliciously around his cock, the other pressing onto his lower back.

San's back arched, his nipples rubbing over your torso with every forward jerk, “Youngie, please m-more- ‘want more- hnngh!”

The tone of his voice, the airy moans paired with the drool pooling over your skin, the minute brushes of his cockhead over your g-spot—you were beginning to feel impatient, walls clenching around his throbbing length. That was enough to drive him over the edge, your eyebrows shooting up when warmth spread through your lower belly, the hybrid’s body shuddering as another orgasm rushed through him, Wooyoung’s hips resolute as he guided him through his high.

Through the thick haze of lust, Wooyoung’s eyes locked on you, seemingly noticing your restless state as you warmed San’s cock. He leaned over the blonde’s body, planting a kiss over his shoulder blade, “is kitty being lazy?” the words seemed to fly over his head, his eyes barely open as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, so Wooyoung gave him a harsh thrust to drag his attention back to him, a startled cry leaving his lips, “Does Sannie like Youngie’s cock that much? Too dumb to do anything but take it?”

San’s head shot off your chest, craning his neck to look back at the puppy hybrid, “l-love Youngie’s cock, please, ‘want it so bad-”

Despite San’s pleads, Wooyoung remained still, one hand squeezing at the flesh of his ass and the other reaching forward to lock with yours, “uh uh, you gotta move properly, San-ah,” he rolled his hips once, moving San with him, his cock hard and throbbing inside you.

“It’s okay, Woo,” you tried, but Wooyoung shook his head.

“Mommy should feel good too,” he pulled his hand away, holding San’s hips and guiding his movements—forward to properly fuck into you, then back to sink his cock into his tight heat.

With your walls wrapped around him and his around Wooyoung’s, the leaking cockhead pressing into his prostate every time it split him open, San’s breathing quickened, chest flushed and heaving as a melody of moans fell off his tongue. Unsatisfied with the pace San was going at, Wooyoung returned to his frenzied rhythm, taking San’s hips with him as he hammered his cock into his tight ass. Soft fingers grasped at the sheets by your head, glimmering eyes—glazed over and glassy—staring back at you, his lips moving in unuttered words as he found his voice through the sounds of pleasure occupying it.

“A-am I doing good, mommy? Is Sannie making you f-feel good?”

The desperation in his voice caused the butterflies in your stomach to thrash around, your fingers gentle as they caressed the hair at his crown, your other hand rubbing soothing circles between his shoulders, gliding smoothly over the sweat beading over his skin. “My good boy, doing so well for me,” you cooed.

And he was. Shots of pleasure seared up your spine as his cock dragged over your pulsing walls, curving into your sweet spot to push you closer to the edge. You could hear the distinct purr reverberating in San’s chest, the gap between your bodies small enough to allow his perked-up nipples to faintly brush against yours with every onward sway.

You could hear Wooyoung’s growing frantic, leaning forward and growling into San’s neck as he fucked into his dripping ass, “mommy, please, hah- c-can I fill kitty up? ‘wanna fuck his breeding hole full of Youngie’s cum, can I please?”

Heat surged through your insides at his words, his lidded eyes peeking at you over San’s shoulder, and you could see his tail wagging violently in the background. You pushed a purple strand off his forehead, brushing your thumb over his eyebrow as you spoke, attempting to maintain a steady tone while San’s hips bucked into you, “you have t-to ask Sannie, baby, not me.”

Burying his nose into San’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent emitting off him between the words he muffled into his skin, “Sannie, can I? C-can I give you my knot? ‘Want you to have Youngie’s pups.”

A whimper escaped through San’s parted lips, not knowing whether to pump his cock into you or to fuck himself on Wooyoung’s, his rhythm all over the place as he pathetically whined and begged for release, “y-yeah- yes, please- ‘Wanna have your pups, g-give it all to me- nghh!”

Amidst the chaos occurring above you, your nerves lit up as your orgasm snuck up on you, your lips parting in a silent cry while San continued his arrhythmic thrusts despite the tremors shaking your body. Whispered I’m sorry's blew over your skin, the setting sun bidding you farewell through the open blinds and painting the walls in a pinkish hue, the rays’ warmth nearly equivalent to that within you as San’s cock spurted weak ribbons of white between your walls. You whimpered at the overstimulation, and San pulled out of you, resting his softening length on your mound while the other hybrid used him like a fucktoy.

The rasp in Wooyoung’s voice echoed in your ears, “gonna look so pretty when you’re swollen.” San’s mewled in response. “All mine, my pretty kitty, going to take all of Youngie’s cum,” he ended with a throaty grunt, snapping his hips thrice before stilling, his knot locking in place and his abdomen flexing as he unloaded inside his heat.

San’s body seized up atop of yours, his face scrunching in discomfort momentarily before easing, and his muscles turned to jelly as he relaxed over you. But Wooyoung’s hand reached between their tangled limbs, pressing San’s spent cock into your lower belly and ignoring the broken protests from below. Grinding his hips into San’ stretched rim, he emptied his thick load inside his used hole, his hand dragging the blonde’s cock over the faint bulge in your tummy where a pool of his cum sat within your womb.

“Youngie, ‘hurts, it hurts-” He hiccupped, and yet his hips followed the movement, forcing his eyelids open to watch his angry cockhead smear watery cum and remnants of your arousal over the skin. “I can’t- please, I-I-”

“Yes you can, Sannie,” you interjected, running a shaky hand through his damp locks, “you can give Woo and I one more, right?”

His eyes welled up with tears, but he nodded nonetheless, the thick knot tugging against his swollen entrance as he slid his length over your skin. “F-feels weird, mommy,” but San kept moving, Wooyoung’s hand still spread over the length to trap him against you.

It was as though a pressure had been rapidly building inside him—Wooyoung’s knot stretching him open and his cum fucked so deep inside him, your skin so smooth and tender under his overstimulated cock as he continued to rut against it. Rough fingers wrapped around the base of his tail, tugging harshly and sending waves of euphoria crashing through San’s trembling body. The pressure burst in the form of translucent streams, his cock twitching uncontrollably as Wooyoung palmed over the head, urging more liquid to squirt out of it and coat your torso. A broken cry ripped out of San’s throat, jerking backwards and away from the puppy’s merciless touch until he gave him some reprieve.

Strong arms wrapped around San’s waist, holding him against his firm body while his chest rose and fell erratically. You sat up, running gentle hands over San’s thighs while peppering kisses over his damp skin, patient while the spasming in his muscles died down. Resting back on his heels, Wooyoung’s arms remained protective around San’s delicate body, eyes roaming over the liquid dripping off your breasts and down your abdomen, a cheeky smile stretching his lips until his canines peeked through:

“I think kitty's all out of milk.”

Once Wooyoung’s knot went down, he slapped off the sticky paws clinging to him and kissed away the pout painting San’s lips, rushing out of bed to clean up. San complained for less than minute before you walked in—showered and carrying a wet rag—to clean him up, running the cloth between his legs and wiping away all the slick and cum. He would shower later, but now, he allowed you to slip a fresh pair of matching pajamas onto his limp body, inhaling the familiar scent of your vanilla-scented laundry detergent before sinking into the clean bedding you’d laid out.

Settling into bed with his head tucked into your neck, limbs tangled up underneath the duvet, you heard the resonant purr sounding in his chest a few seconds before wet footsteps breached the doorway. A warm body followed by a trail of floral bodywash stretched over you to flop behind San's figure, arms enveloping the fatigued hybrid and his hands falling over your waist. With a final look at the two of them—San’s eyes fluttering shut as he succumbed to his exhaustion, cheeks flushed and his hair matted with dried-up sweat; a soft snore dragging your attention to the knocked-out puppy, damp, purple locks spread out on the pillow under his head while he squeezed himself flush against San’s back.

Despite his drowsiness, San peeked an eye open to look at you, an easy smile curling the corners of his lips once he found your gaze. You leaned forward to press your lips to his forehead, then his cheekbones, and finally his pouted lips, moving back while scratching behind his fluffed ears to watch slumber pulling his eyelids shut. You mooned over the tranquillity weaved into his expression—the subtle tug at the corner of his lips, a smile he couldn’t hold back even when unconscious—as though he carried no concern for the next wave of his heat, content so long as he remained encompassed within the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender.

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Sweeter Dreams

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When you have another nightmare, you seek comfort in someone you didn’t think you would.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mild angst, nightmares, fluff

You awoke with a gasp and a jerk of your body, heart hammering in your chest as you tethered yourself to the current moment. To reality.

The hand that was on your shoulder had since slipped away then, the squeak of the mattress springs in the bed next to you having sounded at the weight pressed upon them once more. You knew who it was, knew exactly who it was just by the mere smell of his cologne wafting faintly in your direction. Not to mention the fact that you’d been sharing a motel room with him.

But in case you needed any form of clarification, his voice had done just that for you.

“You okay over there, sweetheart?” He asked, the click of the keyboard sounding as he typed something in on his laptop.

You glance over at him to see his gaze on the screen, one that shifted to you when you hadn’t said anything in response to his question. You eyed the way the corner of his mouth had quirked up, your eyes rolling.

“‘M fine,” you say, dropping back down to your pillow and rolling to lay with your back to him.

“You’re fine,” he repeats, snorting a chuckle at your words. “You had a nightmare again.”

You stiffen, eyes opening to stare at the wall in front of you. You were quiet for a moment, milling things over in your mind. He wasn’t wrong, you did in fact have a nightmare. The same one you’d had for a week or two now that had insisted on taunting you the second you let yourself fall asleep. But he didn’t need to know that, especially when it was about him.

“No, I didn’t,” you say, stubborn as ever as you let out a huff.

“Right, ‘cause I just imagined you screamin’ in your sleep,” he says, sarcasm having woven around his every word as he laughs once more at the way you won’t admit.

You bite the inside of your cheek then, hearing the click of his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he continues typing, a hum sounding when he’d found something even remotely interesting on the case you’d been on. He knew, he knew you did and there was no excuse to say you hadn’t had a nightmare when you so clearly did. There was no hiding it now and it only made it all the more worse as your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

The room was dim, lit only by the lamp on the nightstand between the two beds and the tv playing something he wasn’t really paying attention to save for a few laughs here and there. It was just you and him this time.

The words of your dream had taunted you still, leaving an aching feeling to sit heavy in the pit of your stomach. It’d been a loop, a nagging loop of torment that set itself on repeat just to keep you simmering in your own misery till you close your eyes and dream of it all again.

All you could see was the green eyed Winchester standing in front of you, that same half-smirk he always wore sitting on his lips. The words sat on his tongue as he looked at you, ready to be spoken and break you apart with a single three syllables. Three words that he’d spoken every time you dreamt of it, stuck on that very same loop.

I hate you.

You hadn’t realized you were halfway into drifting off until you opened your eyes just a few minutes later, opening to the very same room in the very same hour. The very same Winchester sitting just a few feet from you doing the same thing he’d been doing the first time you had woken up so ungracefully.

You were tired, that was for sure, fatigue weighing heavy on your eyelids from the lack of restful sleep you’d been getting the last handful of nights. Your eyes burned as you blinked, inhaling deeply through your nose before exhaling a quiet sigh. You knew if you fell asleep you’d just pick up exactly where you left off because that’s what always happened, you weren’t expecting it to be any different than it had been.

The older Winchester got on your nerves just as much as you got on his, constantly bickering over this, that, and the next thing. Not a day goes by where you don’t.

But it was different.

It was different and you knew that. Knew it by the way this nightmare had even come about, and by the very way it bothered you. The way it hurts you a little more each and every time the dream clouds your mind when you sleep. Maybe you bickered with the guy, but there was never any malice behind it.

Though the more you thought on the matter, the more you became unsure, the more your mind was starting to convince you that your imagination wasn’t so far off.

You heaved another sigh as you stared ahead, thinking things over as you heard the sound of his research behind you. The pros of what would happen if you did what you were thinking of doing, and, worse and possibly even more likely, the cons to occur should you show even an ounce of vulnerability in your potential next action. Your mind was a whirling spiral of thoughts as you laid in that bed, plaguing you with what if’s and maybe’s that just might drive you crazy if you dive into their possible truths. But you couldn’t help it.

Nor could you stop yourself.

You sat up then, glancing sideways at him before turning your head, the glow of the computer screen glowing against his face. Boldly, you stood to your feet, your embarrassment still simmering in your stomach and threatening to make your cheeks burn depending on what he might say. But you stood there regardless, foot tapping on the carpeted floor.

It was when he looked at you that you caved, the need for comfort to great especially when you saw that hint of a knowing grin on his lips.

Within a moment, you tugged back the covers on the empty side of his bed and climbed in, tucking yourself into his side without a word about it. You knew he’d say he told you so if you’d said anything suggesting you did in fact have a nightmare, you knew that.

You were a bit tense as he sat there quietly, tense until you felt him lift his arm, wrapping it around you in favor of tucking you a little bit closer.

You felt his chuckle rumbling softly in his chest and you found yourself sighing, the fear and worry you held in that moment that maybe you were making a fool of yourself having dissipated until it ebbed away completely. If he didn’t want you there, he would have nudged you away.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” He asked, eyes on his laptop screen as he scanned through an article.

He felt your nod then after a few passing moments, one that widened the knowing smile on his lips. It was bittersweet because he knew the answer to his question before he’d even asked it, he knew the answer for the past two weeks you’d made an outburst in your sleep. He could tell by the way your brows would furrow and your fists would clench. He could tell by the way you try to wipe your tears slyly with the back of your hand as if you were just rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. He knew it by the way you frowned just now even if you hadn’t meant to.

You were great at hiding your emotions, but he was better at noticing them.

“Find anything on that vamp nest?” You mumble as you sit slouched, head against his chest as you try and steal his attention from the fact that you’d been laying there.

He nodded even though you couldn’t see.

“Looks like we’re workin’ with a group of four or five in the next town over,” he says, nudging you softly with his shoulder. “Think you can handle that?”

You smile as your eyes fall closed, “you bet I can, Winchester.”

It was obvious you were tired, the grogginess dripping from every word very telling in that fact. He knew you were tired.

He knew what your nightmares were about, at least the general idea. It wasn’t hard to tell with the way you talk in your sleep. It messed with his heart and it messed with his mind, thinking that maybe you took that to heart each time it happened. Thinking maybe he’d said it done something that pushed you to think he felt that way when really it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Yeah, he argued with you on just about anything you could get your hands on to bicker over. You’ve gotten on each other’s nerves over the years to the point where you shouted and slammed doors, sulked and ignored each other for days on end. But those days were brief, two never turning to three until you were back to your usual selves. It could never last more than that and he knew just why it was.

So he sat there and let you tuck yourself against him without a moment’s hesitation, without an indication that he didn’t want you there. Because the truth was, he did.

You were quiet when you felt his hand run over your head when you were half asleep, the cold of his ring on your skin reminding you that you weren’t dreaming just yet. His hand dropped from your head to the edge of the blanket he sat on, pulling it up to your shoulders.

You were too tired to say another word, to keep your eyes open a minute longer to follow along with the research. You were nearly asleep, but not enough to miss hearing the words that fell from his lips.

“I don’t hate you.”

They were soft, just barely above a whisper as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm draped around you as he continued to type one-handedly before glancing at the tv for a moment. The softness of a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when you’d heard him, and to be fair, he thought you were asleep. He had to have.

Or maybe he didn’t care. But he said it, he said those four words that sent a feeling of relief to blossom through you as he carried on with what he was doing before you accompanied him. Whether he knew you heard him or not, you stayed quiet as your arms folded to your chest, taking comfort in his presence and you were glad you were bold enough to push your stubbornness to the side. But it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with those words sitting fresh in your mind, that weight on you not quite so heavy.

He knows you heard him, could feel your smile. He meant it.

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[pants] I’M HERE

congrats on 1k bestie <3!!! could i maybe have uuuuuuuh cyberpunk!au, recording, dumbification, and handcuffs/blindfolds with bakugou pls 🥺👉👈

hi sunny honey, it’s your cherry here ready to deliver your bakugou drabble <3 can’t imagine a better way to come back to writing tbh. thanks for this one, enjoy some subby cyborg katsuki LMFAO

ngl i struggled a bit with this one bc it was my first attempt at writing in a week and i apologize shfgjdgfkd

also shit this wasn’t meant to be so long—

content warnings: slight dubcon (? tagging it as such just incase), a handjob, overstim, creampie/just a lot of cum in general, power dynamics, calling bakugou “pet”, and some really rusty writing yikes

1k event masterlist.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” his voice cut through the various whirring of machinery around the two of you, your gaze being thrown over your shoulder to inspect the man demanding your attention. His wrists were cuffed to your operating table— well at least, his one remaining wrist made of his flesh and bone, while the other stayed magnetized to the table.

When you didn’t provide him with an answer, he grit his teeth in anger. Hearing him thrash helplessly on the counter, you smiled idly to yourself as you tapped away at your keyboard. Pressing the enter button, you noted the small spherical drone that flew around your shoulders. It buzzed with life, its built-in camera flashing a little red light to indicate that it was, in fact, recording. “Test run 409, for one Katsuki Bakugou. Subject has had many cybernetic replacements, including his arm, his right leg past his knee, and part of his jaw. All of which were installed by myself, he seems to be responding well to all sensory tests and retains memory of his past accident.”

“When I fucking asked you to fix me up, this isn’t what I meant,” Katsuki rumbled, looking down to see that his clothes were completely discarded. His dick was completely out in the open. Crimson spread across his cheeks, his anger slowly growing as he glared at how utterly unbothered you were by him. Your gentle hand stroked the side of his face, his eyes flickering from your fingers to the half lidded gaze you gave him.

“I didn’t ask for you to make me some kind of robot freak,” he spat venomously, though there was no denying the way his heart thudded in his chest at how your fingers ran their way down his neck, over his scarred chest from previous battles trying to reclaim his dirt poor city from the technological monsters that ran it. Such battles that were so bloody, it led him here to your hands. You were the best doctor the city had to offer, and apparently Kirishima wasn’t lying when he had said you could fix anything. Your fingers danced across his hot skin, and Katsuki cursed the fire that began to build low in his stomach, a feeling that made his cock twitch the longer you touched him like this.

“I told you upfront what my repayment would be, pet,” the moment the word left your mouth, Katsuki’s nostrils flared, hot embarrassment flooding his being. And yet, he grunted as his cock stiffened further. “When I get out of these fucking cuffs, I’ll-” “You’ll what?” you chided, hand now wrapping around his throbbing cock from the amount of teasing you had subjected him to. His thighs tensed, breathing laboured as he could feel his wrist digging into the steel of the handcuff. His bionic arm flexed, artificial fingers curled into a fist as he fought the urge to succumb into any unfavourable thoughts that were plaguing his mind. Mostly of you bouncing on his cock, or wrapping his newly cybernetic hand around your neck, flipping the table and fucking you right— Your thumb toyed with his slit, earning a hiss from the ash blond beneath you. Your tiny drone flew down to zoom in on how your nails looked as you pumped his cock, Katsuki's cock now fully hard in your hand.

“Sensitive, aren’t you? When’s the last time you-”

“Shut the fuck up, doc.”

The moments you had with him were well spent. You made him cum a handful of times. Once with your hand, another with your mouth, and now you were sitting on his cock right down to the hilt, eyelids drooped low with a darkened lust and heart thrumming in your chest at how utterly spent he looked beneath you. His eyes rolled back into skull as he struggled to keep up with your brutal pace of you impaling yourself on his cock. “Doc, fuck ‘m…” he could barely form any sentences, his body overstimulated as his broad chest heaved. He was a mess of curses, cum, and sweat. And still he wanted more.

“C’mon,” you urged, swivelling your hips as you glanced down at how Katsuki’s cum painted his abs with white from his previous orgasm. Katsuki wanted to touch you. Feel your plush skin, squeeze your ass, give him some semblance of control over his situation. And yet, the only response he could give you was a simple whine, head thrown back as you milked his cock for the third time that night. You grinned as you clicked your tongue at his expression.

“Don’t go dumb on me now, pet.”

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Don’t Hold Your Breath ~ jjk

Chapter Six (M)

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: As the CEO of an international government security company, you have the world at your fingertips. Living life lavishly and extravagantly has become the norm. Behind closed doors, however, you host a past that renders you lonely and, quite frankly, miserable. It’s only a matter of time before your past comes back to bite you right in the ass.

•••> Pairing(s): Jungkook/Reader, Taehyung/Reader (slight)

•••> Inspo: This fic is inspired by the song “SAVAGE ANTHEM” by PARTYNEXTDOOR. Thank you to @dariangarcia​​, @btssmutgalore​, and @junghoseokit​​ for supporting my work. To my mamas, Kaitlin, Adora, Lauren, Lanie, Lu, and Sher.

•••> Word Count: 7.81k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: Jungkook x Reader | Tattooed!Jungkook | angst | smut | ceo!au | rockstar!au | CEO!Reader | Rockstar!Jungkook | AU!BTS | Exes to Lovers

•••> Warnings: angst, dirty talk, sexual teasing, heartbreak, cursing, pining, depression, breakup, emotional instability, arguing | Warnings are written specifically to chapter.

Copyright © 2021 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

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~#~

“I put the dirt into dirtbag. Still got your jacket in my bag.”

THEN.

“Kookie!” You screamed in between breaths, eyes watering at the struggle. “Stop! Please!”

“No way!” His laugh was buried in your hair as he pressed his face against the back of your head. “Apologize!”

“For what?” You wheezed, attempting to get away from the curling fingers that tickled your ribs relentlessly. His long legs were wrapped around your body, restricting your movement and effectively taking away almost any opportunity to escape.

“For calling me a singing demon!” His hands continued their assault, sending you into another laughing fit. You fought helplessly against his tattooed arms.

You wanted to bite back, but the lack of air in your lungs prevented you from doing so. Your heart beat wildly, adrenaline spiking and arms flailing against his grip. Desperation flooding your mind, you wrapped your hand around the one that caged your neck and dug your nails into his flesh in hopes that the pain would get him to weaken his hold.

Jungkook only laughed again and hummed teasingly. “Oh, just like that. Harder, baby.”

Squirming didn’t help much, but when you shifted your hips and felt something poking into your spine, you huffed with defeat on the horizon. His obvious boner signified that he liked your struggle- a clear indicator that there was no way he was letting you go any time soon.

Unless…

With another shift of your hips to grind your ass upwards on him, seating his dick between your clothed ass cheeks, you let the situation take over your body with your brain rewiring into a horny mindset in order to distract him.

“Jungkook,” You whispered through a gasp, hoping the change of pace would throw him off. It was a stunt you always pulled; whether it be during an argument or sex, changing the pace would unfocus your boyfriend’s attention and give you the upper hand.

Sure enough, Jungkook’s embrace around you loosened so that he could give himself more room to slide his manhood against you.

“Oh, baby...” He grunted into your ear with a sliver of surprise tainting his lust.

Slowly, so as to not trigger him, you slid one hand down his stomach and slid two fingers below the waistband of his shorts. With your body on top of him, you couldn’t go further inward, so you settled on harshly scraping your nails across his hip while you dug your other hand harder into his forearm.

“Please.” You said with more air in your lungs. Finally, you could breathe.

“Are you begging for me to fuck you?” His dick twitched against you, desperate to bury itself between your thighs. “Or are you pleading for mercy? Tell me, Y/N,”

Jungkook flipped the two of you over so that your chest pressed into the bed and his entire body pinned you to the mattress with a swift cant of his hips. “Which one is it?”

For a moment, you rolled your eyes and struggled to look at him from your compromised position. It wasn’t until your eyes caught sight of the numbers on the clock sitting on the nightstand that you began struggling with a new burst of concern in your mind.

“Jungkook!” You wheezed. “The time!”

“Answer my question, Y/N. I can stay here all night. The stage can wait.”

“But you’ll be late!” Your voice increased in volume.

“Only if you continue avoiding my question…” Jungkook trailed off for a moment before he leaned down to murmur softly in your ear. “Well, I’ll only be late if you refuse to let go of your pride to ask for mercy and beg for my cock instead. I will rearrange your guts if that is what you’re asking for.”

You huffed in frustration, the desire to fuck your boyfriend dissipating with his words. You knew that Jimin would be through the roof by now, searching high and low for the lead singer of BTS to dress him properly.

“Mercy.” You finally grumbled in defeat, not wanting to delay him any longer.

Almost disappointedly, Jungkook grunted as he removed his weight from on top of you. “Fine.”

“I’ll go turn on the car.” You got up and swiped the keys off of your dresser, thankful that you were still dressed in your internship clothes.

“You go do that.” Jungkook chuckled whilst sliding his shorts off of his body to reveal a very obvious boner tenting his boxers that you pretended to be oblivious of. “You’re a master at turning me on so I trust you with that.”

“Ew.” You grimaced at the poorly-delivered joke. “That was terrible.”

“No, it wasn’t. It was clever.” Jungkook chided.

“Not at all.” You quipped. After you watched him slide a pair of jeans up his muscular legs, you turned to leave. You just needed to make sure he got dressed. “I’ll be in the car.”

~#~

Jimin’s knowledge of art always mystified you. His prowess wasn’t the type of intelligence like knowing how Picasso depicted the loss of innocence in Guernica or how the melting clocks of Dali introduced surrealism to the world of art- no, that was Taehyung’s strong-suit.

Jimin knew how to create his own version of art that left viewers wistful and in absolute awe by making a stage the vessel of his masterpieces.

As you sat on the balcony, overlooking the crowd while they all thrashed and jumped to the beat of Hoseok’s bass drum and the duo of guitars that was Namjoon and Jungkook, you just had to sit back in your chair and stare at the composition that was Jimin’s show.

Flashes of blue and red lights swept across the crowd, printing themselves temporarily into the crowd’s retinas so that when the opposite color came back, a light hue of purple was brought into the experience for a fleeting moment. Short puffs of fire whenever Namjoon strummed a power chord warmed your face, even from the distance in which you sat from the stage, and lasers shot through the crowd every time Yoongi penetrated the sounds of his group with the keys of his keyboard.

Graphics on the jumbotron behind the band, which were also of Jimin’s creation, outlined each member with curls of dark, tentacle-like wisps that matched the purple hue of the crowd with its raven color.

The last song of the setlist, Blue and Grey, was one you were all too familiar with. The lights faded to a soft blue for a moment as Taehyung began the first strong notes with his bass and the crowd in the venue whooped and hollered in excitement- Blue and Grey was BTS’ most popular song. A year and a half into their journey of being a band and they already had a crowd favorite.

As Taehyung continued his bass line with his guitar and tattooed strumming arm put on display by Jimin’s spotlight, Jungkook leaned into the mic and began strumming his own guitar.

“Where is my angel?”

You sighed and leaned forward in your seat, loving the way Jungkook’s voice carried throughout the performance hall.

Taehyung accompanied Jungkook with the intro until Hoseok joined in to transition into the first verse with his high hat and snare drum.

Once the chorus hit, you couldn’t help but stand from your seat as you began to feel the power of BTS’ music rocking the venue.

“I just wanna be happier. To melt the cold me.”

Jungkook’s neck veins bulged from his skin as he belted out the notes, sweat dribbling down his temples from exertion. Even as he huffed for breath in between his lines, the image of him dressed in all black and owning the stage while ripping his fingers through his guitar strings was one you could never get tired of.

The songs were full of angst- the dark, unspoken feelings that not many people talked about- and you loved how you heard them from Jungkook through music. If only he were this honest when it was just the two of you.

“Don’t say it’s okay, ‘cause it’s not okay.” Jungkook closed up his lines with a heartbreaking tone that every fan in the crowd sang along with as Namjoon prepared to sing his part. For a brief moment, your boyfriend met your eyes across the large venue.

“Please don’t leave me alone. It hurts too much.”

~#~

NOW.

You walked into your building, grateful for the warm protection it offered against the freezing winter of New York City.

Noticing the lack of staff around, being that there was only the elevator operator and the receptionist sitting behind the marble counter, you glanced at your watch to check just how long you spent working.

20:17, your watch read. You had been working in front of computer screens and reading contracts for almost 9 hours.

“Greetings, ma’am!” The receptionist stood from his chair. “May I be of any service to you this evening?”

You shook your head to the man and continued on your path to the elevator where the other employee in the lobby waited to take you up. “None needed. I’ll be leaving momentarily.”

“Very well. Please let me know if you need anything.” He sat back down and turned his gaze to the computer in front of him.

The sound of your pumps echoed against the vast but empty room until you stopped in front of the elevator where the woman already had the doors opening in preparation.

“Good evening, ma’am.” She said lowly.

“ ‘Evening.” You responded, stepping inside without another word. The woman kept the conversation at that, which you appreciated, so you smiled at her in gratitude after you placed your key in the penthouse slot. She returned your smile with her own before the doors closed to encase you in silence.

The ride up was quiet, warranting you to pull out your phone so that you could read over your conversation with Taehyung again.

Why am I wearing think socks? I hate thick socks.

Read at 8:01 pm

Trust me. You’ll regret it if you don’t.

Is that so? Why?

Read 8:03 pm

Just wear the damn socks, Y/N.

Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?

Read 8:04 pm

Negative, captain

Tf

Why am I a captain now

Read 8:04 pm

Cuz I said so. Now stop talking or you’ll make me give away my position

Alright.

Read 8:05 pm

I said stop talking

…?

Read 8:05 pm

Fucking hell.

You let a small giggle slip past your lips at how normal the text conversation was. It was as if you never stopped talking to him, slipping into the normalcy of having Taehyung back in your life as quickly as it had been to cut him out of it. You zoned out for a moment in thought.

The strange sensation of friendship didn’t take any getting used to as it settled itself back into your bones and filled your heart with warmth like it never left- like the ice covering the beating organ was only temporary. As you stood alone, staring shallowly at the increasing floor numbers, you smiled in content.

The elevator slowed as the cabin came close to reaching the top floor, bringing you back to your senses. Sliding your phone back into the pocket of your slacks, you looked up once the elevator doors opened, only to drop your briefcase to the floor loudly.

Jungkook sat against the wall beside your door with his knees tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped around his legs. At the sound of your clumsiness clattering on the ground, his gaze snapped to you as he scrambled to stand up.

Anger flooded you immediately. You wanted to backhand him and rip his hair out. You wanted to scream and cry and lose your shit. However much you wanted to hurt him, though, you could not afford catching an assault charge on the man who defaced you once before.

There was a break of silence as you stood staring at him, unsure of how to handle the punch in your mood while the memories were forced to surface in your mind.

“Y/N…” Jungkook trailed, breaking the tangible barrier of tension. He took a step forward whilst obviously hesitating. “I-”

Instead of screaming at him, you went for the more sophisticated and controlled route to keep your lividity at bay whilst stopping his sentence in its tracks.

“How did you get up here?” It was a sensible question to ask. You just wanted to prevent him from deepening the conversation.

“I pulled some strings.” He murmured, looking down almost shyly, before piping up with more confidence. “But listen, I-”

“Save it.” You cut him off again, unable to control your facade much longer. “Get the fuck out of my face.”

His anxious expression turned worried- desperate. You didn’t miss the way his eyes became more expressive than you’ve ever seen them. “Please, Y/N.”

“Please what, Jungkook?”

“Please just give me a moment to speak.”

For a beat, you pondered his request. Taehyung’s words weighed heavily on your mind. We needed to talk.

Fuck talking. You have been done talking for ages.

“Wow.” You scoffed coldly, ice barriers slamming back into place over your heart. Taehyung had been able to melt them away, but Jungkook put them right back with fierce determination to completely ruin you. “You just want to take everything from me, huh?”

“Y/N, what-“ He blinked cluelessly, caught off-guard by your sarcasm.

“I gave you years to speak, Jungkook. I gave you everything.” You stepped forward, the boiling rage overtaking your body, and came to a stop in front of him with the fury of a charging bull. You wanted him to feel small and vulnerable.

“What else could I possibly give you? I have nothing left.” He took everything. The veins in your body were emptied and exhausted of every single ounce of energy to fight for someone.

You were unaware of the way Jungkook’s fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white and his nails dug into his palms.

You failed to notice how much he trembled under your gaze, physically struggling to protect his butterfly from your wrath.

Your vicious swings at the dainty being of hope were nothing compared to what he, himself, had done to it. Jungkook found it ironic that you gave him an aspect that he was just barely strong enough to protect yet took the darker things from inside him and destroyed them as if they were mere placeholders- as if you were his puppeteer.

You were too stressed to realize the toll it took on Jungkook to keep his act together. He needed to keep the door open long enough to be your friend. Anything to prevent losing you. Earlier, his demons swooped in and overtook him, suffocating him to silence once again, but for the first time, they ebbed away at the mere thought of you.

As he walked down the street with his stage persona flowing, the simple thought of your name empowered his butterfly to beat its wings so fiercely that it blew away all of the impending smoke and dark tentacles of smog that threatened to overtake his vision.

Once he thought of you, he thought of everything.

Your anger was justified. He understood that now. Watching you huff breath after breath following your question was somehow relieving- you still cared enough to be pissed off. Jungkook forced himself to look on the bright side of the encounter with you; he made himself see that you were still passionate about the past. You were passionately upset and he couldn’t be happier.

He had seen you with Taehyung. He saw the way you were happy again. Jungkook wanted a part of that because he was too selfish to back off and stay dormant in your life- too determined to make you silence his demons.

Even if it was just as a friend. He could deal with that.

“You’re right.” Jungkook stated.

You paused in your tracks at the concession. Anger no longer blazing- staying right where it was- you quirked an eyebrow at him. Any time the two of you fought, he would never come even close to alluding that you were right.

“You’re right and I’m sorry, Y/N.”

An apology.

Words always seemed minimal to you. Unless to communicate information, you found that words filled with feeling didn’t mean much from someone you didn’t know.

After Jungkook, anyone that told you they loved you was promptly deemed a liar. Kate worked hard to make sure you were aware of the fact that she would actually take a bullet for you because of how much she loved you. She spent moment after moment proving to you that she cared deeply even though she didn’t have to put up with you.

Your parents, despite not talking to you much, expressed their love and gratitude whenever you sent them money. You knew they were hard workers like you and didn’t have time to worry about trivial things like words. Instead of taking the easy way out by simply telling you that they loved you, they showed you.

But Jungkook, who claimed to love you in the way that a lover would- the only person to actually do so- lied.

You could never trust the words in that way again.

Still, you couldn’t help but be taken by surprise.

“I’m right? Really?”

“Y/N, you’ve been right since the beginning. I took and took and just stopped giving back. I understand that you’re angry and I want to fix it so that you don’t hate me anymore. I want to make it right.”

You were silent. You hadn’t expected him to admit his fault so easily. Jungkook changing the pace of your conversation ruined your momentum, sending you stumbling and scrambling for thoughts.

Jungkook sighed for a moment, pressing his lips into a thin line as he let his eyes drop to the floor in your silence. He wasn’t about to lose the opportunity to elaborate further, though.

“Look, I know I fucked up. Bad. I know you can’t possibly forgive me right now, but I want you to know that I’m sorry for the things I’ve done to you.”

Your automatic reaction to being emotionally pushed came back, closing you down and disguising you as a cold woman.

“What the fuck do you know? What the fuck do you know about how badly you fucked up? I don’t need your lame-ass apology, Jungkook. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Stop pretending that you do. Sure, we fucked a little and kissed a few times, but that’s all that it was.” You grit out the last few words, lying through your teeth. “Now please move. You’re blocking the door.”

Shockingly, Jungkook obeyed. He stepped aside and clasped his hands behind his back without another word, allowing you to walk to your door and open it.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back.

No matter how many times you repeated the words in your head, commanding yourself to abide by the mantra as if it were law, the emotions in your head managed to break through and force your head to turn back after stepping through the doorway.

Jungkook stood as still as a statue, staring at you with a blank expression that was almost eerie. You glanced down quickly, unable to maintain the eye contact, and noticed that his knuckles were clenched.

It was almost as if he was a completely different person because of the fact that his appearance was drastically different from that of BTS Jungkook. The man that stood in front of you was no rockstar. He was not an idol nor a role model that millions looked up to.

He was a scared boy. The fear that riddled his eyes was extremely difficult to miss and it made him seem almost small whilst standing in the small junction between the elevator and your penthouse.

You shut the door in his face impulsively, hoping that you wouldn’t have to see him again.

Backing away from the door slightly, you waited until you heard the elevator signal that its doors were closing before going to look through the peephole. You finally released your breath and slumped against the door when you saw that he had left.

Without his presence putting you on edge and keeping you on your toes, you could finally reflect on the conversation that just transpired.

He admitted his wrongdoings and apologized for them. He showed you his belly and became vulnerable. He admitted defeat.

Jungkook wasn’t an apologetic person in the slightest; he wasn’t a forgiving one either. In all the years that you had known him, he was headstrong and stubborn- if you looked past the part where he closed himself off and cheated, of course.

This Jungkook, the one you had just spoken to, was not the one you remember. Maybe you were right. Maybe you didn’t know him anymore.

Your phone vibrating in your pocket distracted you from pondering any further over the epiphany, prompting you to pull it out and fumble with it to get away from the confusing subject. You were thankful for the distraction.

Kim Taehyung (BTS)

I’ll be out front in 15 mins

Cursing internally, you left the idea of Jungkook behind you and rushed to change into clothes better suited for the cold weather.

It was a given that a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips when you slid thick tube socks over your ankles. You hadn’t actually worn tube socks in ages because they didn’t exactly go with your usual professional style of suits and heels.

You zipped your coat up about three-fourths of the way before turning to look at yourself in your mirror with a huff.

Suddenly, you were bombarded with a memory as it flashed before your eyes.

“You know you look good, babe.”

You giggled as Jungkook came up behind you to look at you in the reflection, setting his chin on your shoulder while he used his tongue to toy with the hoop pierced into his lip.

“Thanks, Kook. Just want to look my best is all.” You met his eyes in your bedroom mirror, smiling softly.

“Well, you look beautiful.”

You were left staring at the empty space where his face was, unsure of how to react as you stumbled back from the intrusion. Another meaningless scene came barging into your senses before you could process the first.

“Wow…” You trailed off as you looked at the angry red spot on Jungkook’s chest. A brand new tattoo, the size of your hand, raised out of his skin and shined under the luminescent light of the tattoo parlor. With the tattoo artist cleaning up his station behind the two of you, you were left to admire his beauty in his reflection.

Jungkook stood shirtless in front of the full-length mirror as he smiled brightly at the last tattoo to complete his set. Your eyes drank in the way each exhibit of inked art contrasted with his smooth, caramel expanse of skin while you stood behind him.

The new piece, which was almost large enough to touch the Chinese characters stamped onto the side of his neck and the back of his ear, was a depiction of an angel falling from the heavens. The detail in the blackening feathers attached to the angel’s back was mesmerizing, drawing all of the attention from the rest of the tattoos covering Jungkook’s chest.

“Is there any special meaning behind it?” You asked, knowing that your boyfriend had a few meaningless tattoos that were part of his ‘woke-up-and-it-was-there’ collection.

For a moment, Jungkook stayed silent as he studied the work of art in the mirror. It wasn’t until you called his name again that he answered your question while meeting your gaze in the reflection.

“Nah. It just looked really cool to me.”

You pressed your hand to your forehead and looked away from your mirror, wondering why- now, of all times- you just had to remember those small memories.

You didn’t miss him- you know you didn’t. But something within you twisted at the thought of being with him- the memory of how it felt to be his.

The disconnect between the feelings of your heart and the thoughts of your mind, ever so obvious, shifted. His apology was unexpected, to say the least, but it was also surprisingly heartfelt and pulling on your need to forgive.

Saved by the bell, your landline phone began to ring.

You rushed to the bedside table and grabbed the phone from its dock, pulling it to your ear.

“Ms. Y/L/N? It’s the front desk. Mr. Kim Taehyung is here and waiting for you.”

“Got it. Thank you. I’ll be down in a moment.” You hung up the phone and grabbed your wallet and keys before shuffling over to your desk to grab your briefcase on instinct.

“Wait,” you spoke aloud, laughing at yourself and withdrawing your reach. “I don’t need that.”

As you opened the door to your penthouse, the sound of something lightly hitting your door had you looking down.

A small, navy blue bag, the size of your palm, swung from the doorknob and hit lightly against the wood from the momentum of you opening your door. Confused, you unhooked the loop from the doorknob and looked inside the bag to find a familiar-looking box inside.

Gingerly, you pulled it out and opened it. In the way of the box’s contents was a folded piece of notebook paper with your name scrawled across the top in Jungkook’s messy handwriting.

You held your breath after reading the note and looked down at the small charm.

Since you gave me yours, I’ll give you mine. -jk

In the fabric of the satin display lay the familiar gold chain that Jungkook gifted you those few years ago, but, instead of the small J that you were so familiar with, lay your own initial.

You knew Jungkook’s way with words well enough to know that the small note connected his intentions to the chain. You were instantly pulled back to the night that he gifted the necklace to you in the first place.

“It’s beautiful. Happy one-year, babe.” You whispered onto his lips with a smile.

After you sat back into your seat, Jungkook walked to your side of the table to put the chain around your neck. “I obviously have the describe how much this necklace means so that you never take it off.”

You laughed. “I wouldn’t even dream of taking it off, Kook.”

“I still need to explain. It was like a message from heaven when I saw them in the jewelry store.” He pouted, returning to his seat. “So the idea with these is that we’re wearing parts of each other. You’re wearing the part of me that belongs to you and I’m wearing the part of you that belongs to me.”

Jungkook continued as he raised his glass. “So even though you think this necklace is yours because it’s your letter, it’s actually mine.”

You cocked your head in confusion, struggling to understand the concept. “What are you talking about?”

“It sounded so much better in my head, I swear.”

You understood the idea now.

Push off the emotions. Don’t think about them.

You were hellbent on ignoring the weakness, knowing full well what path you would go down if you let them get to you.

Instead, you made your way down to the lobby with the bag gripped tightly in your mitten-clad hands, heading to the desk with determination furrowing your brow. Even as Taehyung stood from the small sofa in the lobby upon seeing you, you did not spare him a glance.

Forcefully, you thrusted the bag into the receptionists’ face, internally wincing at your rude gesture.

“Please put this in the lost and found. I have no idea where it came from.”

The receptionist did well at hiding his expression, however, you could still see a sense of somber recognition behind his eyes. You decided not to press him seeing as you want to avoid the topic of Jungkook like the plague.

“Understood, ma’am.” He took the bag from your grasp before you had the chance to rethink addressing his slip of emotion, placing it in a drawer by his knee. He looked back up and gestured to Taehyung after locking the drawer. “Mr. Kim is here for you.”

You sighed in a mild sense of accomplishment, forcing yourself to shut out the regret and sadness for giving away a formerly precious memory, before turning to face Taehyung with a small smile to mask your inner turmoil. Your smile faltered when you noticed that Taehyung mirrored the same expression on his face that the receptionist wore.

“What?” You asked, walking to him.

“I just-” He looked down for a moment, scowling, and you noticed he had placed his small barbell back into his eyebrow. “-nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Why won’t you tell me anything?” The two of you had walked to the door, stopping before going out into the cold so that you could finish your conversation.

“Like I said before, it’s not my place to say or judge.”

Taehyung opened the door to an icy gust of wind before you could protest, chilling you into a mind-numbing stupor as you whispered, “Holy fucking shit.”

“Good god, it is freezing.” Taehyung mumbled, linking an arm around your body and ushering you towards his SUV across the sidewalk.

Once sat inside the warmth of the cabin, you shivered in satisfaction at the heat gracing your body.

“Please tell me we’re not going to be outside for whatever we’re doing.” You pleaded to him. The light from the city was filtered by the darkened car windows, however, you could still see Taehyung’s shoulders moving up and down when he chuckled.

“Unfortunately, we are, but fortunately, I brought some heat packs for us.”

You whined in protest, looking up to the GPS screen in front of the driver to see if you could identify where the two of you were going. Without a route plotted, you were left even more curious.

About twenty minutes of small talk and a brief roast session targeting Hoseok later, you sat in front of the ice skating rink at the Rockefeller Center.

“We’re ice skating?” You asked, suddenly in shock. You hadn’t been ice skating since-

No. Stop it. Your mind warred with itself as it suppressed the memory threatening to spill over into your eyes.

“You’re quite the detective.” Taehyung’s sentence was drenched in sarcasm, functioning as the perfect distraction, and prompted you to lightly shove him with a giggle as you exited the vehicle.

“I thought I was a captain.” You pouted against the cold, pulling your hat down on your head even further in hopes of retaining your body heat and warmth from the van.

“You are.” Taehyung laughed again. “Captain Detective.”

You only rolled your eyes at his playfulness before you turned to face the rink from the sidewalk. A person passing behind you and bumping into your back lightly had you cursing New York City’s busy and bustling population.

Seeing all of the people on the rink, you instantly remembered that you did not inform Jay of your whereabouts.

“Do we have security?” Worry riddled your brain as you turned to look at him with your eyes widening in a panic. You became hyperaware of all of the possible outcomes to Taehyung being identified in such a crowded place.

Taehyung sighed as he walked you up to the ticket booth. “We don’t. I just want to have a normal and plain but fun time with my friend- without someone glaring at me like they don’t want to be here while they breathe down my neck.”

Despite understanding his statement, you couldn’t help the automatic stress to being in public without any form of protection.

“Taehyung,” You warned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Y/N,” He mocked your tone childishly before leveling it to his regular voice. “Relax, weirdo. We’re here to have fun and people are too busy having their own fun to notice us.”

“I doubt that.”

It wasn’t until you got your rental skates tightly secured onto your feet and began walking toward the ice that Taehyung mentioned a vital detail that he definitely should have mentioned prior to arriving at the center.

“You what?” You were baffled to say the least.

“I can’t skate.” He sheepishly brought his hand to the back of his head and adjusted his trapper hat under your scrutiny.

“Then why did we come?” You were almost yelling at that point.

“Because Brian told me that you liked ice skating!” Taehyung gripped at your fingers tightly, anxiety getting the best of him.

Fucking hell, Brian.

“Did he?” Your laugh was almost hysterical because of how wrong he was. You were becoming increasingly hesitant about giving your personal assistant a raise now.

Still, it was worth the effort. Brian was just trying to help the world’s most popular bassist when he came to him in need of information. It was a decent attempt.

“Yeah,” Taehyung huffed. “He did.”

“Well, Tae, I’ll have you know,” You moved towards the ice rink with determination. “I haven’t been ice skating in ages and I hardly like it. Hopefully, I still have muscle memory.”

“Oh god.” Taehyung groaned, tipping his head back as the feeling of imminent and utter chaos ensued. “Fucking hell, Brian.”

As soon as you stepped on the ice, you realized that you were still perfectly coordinated enough to complete the task.

Taehyung, on the other hand, clung to the walls like the world was attempting to swallow him into the ground. Dutifully, you stood next to him with a cautious hand on his back in the case that he went tumbling.

The sight was one to behold.

Kim Taehyung, hard core rockstar- the physical definition of a stereotypical ‘bad boy’- with tattoos littering his skin and a glistening eyebrow piercing that was winking at you from under his gray trapper, stood hunched over and afraid as he moved baby step-by-baby step to proceed further around the rink. You couldn’t help but giggle as the man who possessed the prowess of an elegant panther on stage adopted the likes of a stumbling newborn giraffe within the span of five minutes.

You were still concerned for him despite how funny it was. Tentatively, you reached your hand to grip his shoulder and urged him to look at you.

“Tae, are you okay? We can do something else if you’d like.”

“No, it’s okay.” He wheezed in effort. “I got this.”

Making a show out of how brave he was, Taehyung stood up straight on shaky legs and began progressing forward by attempting to walk on the ice.

“I can show you how t-” Taehyung cut off your offer before you could finish it.

“I’ve been shown countless times how to skate and the best I can do is walk and maybe slide forward a little. I’m a lost cause, Y/N.” Even though he seemed upset, Taehyung couldn’t help but crack a smile at how clumsy he was.

You smiled pitifully at your clumsy friend before you stepped in front of him. “Here, hold onto my shoulders and we’ll slide forward together.”

All Taehyung could do was begrudgingly agree, hating the idea of having to lean on you for support but wanting to remain close to you for the majority of the night. Once he placed his hands tightly on your shoulders, you moved.

At first, you skated slowly so that Taehyung could adjust to the feeling of being pulled forward. Once he got the hang of keeping his legs locked so that you could move around easier, you skated at a normal speed.

After about ten minutes of joking around and catching Taehyung’s slipping form a handful of times, your mind was left free and without defense.

You hadn’t realized how vulnerable you were because of it.

“Y/N, slow down! I can’t go that fast!”

Your breathing came to a halt at the voice that echoed in your ears.

“Here, hold my hand and we’ll skate together.”

Panicking, you rushed your mind to shut it out. No. Stop.

Unknowingly, the chaos in your mind and the desperate need to get away from the memories had you gradually increasing your own speed to subconsciously escape your thoughts.

Taehyung’s nervous laugh and call of your name in warning fell on deaf ears while you furrowed your eyebrows in concentration.

“See? It’s easy. Just step and lean. Step- and lean.” His hand clutched yours as if he was trying to squeeze all of the blood from your fingers but you only squeezed back in reassurance.

“Don’t let me fall, please.”

Taehyung’s skate crashing into the back of yours served as the perfect distraction, yet it only lasted for a split second as the two fo you went tumbling to the ice in a hauntingly familiar manner.

In the process of falling, Taehyung had managed to wrap his arms around your waist and twist his body so that he could take most of the impact from the ice. Landing on top of him with an ‘oof’ reminded you of the last time you went ice skating.

Even with your face mere centimeters from your friend’s, all you saw was him.

Taehyung’s small puffs of air against your lips were an indicator of how close you were to kissing him. Truly, you could kiss him if you wanted to, needing only to relax your neck and let your head fall to close the rest of the minimal gap between you. He looked up at you with wide eyes, holding onto your gaze with an unreadable expression on his face.

All you saw, however, was a small mole dotting the underside of his lips. Fuck, you wanted to kiss Taehyung and rid yourself of the nightmare, but you couldn’t shake the sensation of how wrong it felt to kiss anyone but Jungkook.

“Y/N,” Taehyung called your name cautiously and pulled you from your thoughts. Instantly, your eyes welled with tears at the realization of how fucked you were.

You yanked yourself from him with abandon, needing to get far away from the reminder that you couldn’t move on.

Kim Taehyung was mature. He was kind and respectful- everything you could ask for in a man- yet the thoughts of Jungkook and the good memories you had with him outweighed the bad, preventing you from truly letting go.

Before Taehyung could protest, you stood and left him on the ice, making for a quick exit. You wanted to go back and help him up so that he wasn’t in danger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face in this setting.

Instead, you skated off the rink and walked to the skate rental area, plopping down on the bench weakly to untie the laces. Once you did so, you set them on the counter and waited for your boots with your eyes on the ground. You didn’t want anyone to see you on the brink of crying.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s voice was loud and attention-grabbing. You had half the mind to be concerned that he would cause people to notice him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you finally got your boots and rushed to put them on. Taehyung was finally off the ice when you slid the first boot on.

“Y/N,” He called your name again, awkwardly approaching you with the blades still on his feet. “Please, talk to me.”

You could only sniffle in response and continue to put your boots back on, a fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes and threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You’d kept them at bay thus far but Taehyung was making it extremely difficult as his comfort approached you. The welcome yet heartbreaking aura he exhumed paired with your teetering emotional stability wouldn’t fare well in such a public setting.

Without hesitation, you stood and walked away once you were done securing your shoes back on your feet. Again, you felt the urgent need to be alone.

And again, Taehyung was right behind you as he ran without putting his shoes back on.

“Y/N!” He grabbed you as he called your name more sternly, forcing you to face him. Your eyes met his briefly before you looked back down to the pavement and cursed yourself once a tear slipped out. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Because I-” Your breath caught in your throat as it constricted due to the beginning of a sob building in your chest. You cleared your throat and struggled to breathe your way through your response- one you had trouble communicating. “-I just can’t.”

Taehyung grimaced, looking around with concern, before he ushered your body to begin walking away from the busy area.

Once you were a good distance down the street, he grabbed both of your shoulders and forced you to face him once again. Away from the well-lit area of the ice rink, the only light that shone in the middle of the dark night was that of the street lights. With bated breath, you looked up at your friend with your mouth closed tightly so that the sob in your chest wouldn’t come barging past your lips.

The pain was nearly unbearable. It anguished you, knowing that you were stupid enough to think that you could eventually move on from Jungkook. It pained you, being aware of the fact that Taehyung had offered himself to you and you did nothing but continue to look at Jungkook.

But most of all, it hurt that you still wanted Jungkook.

If only you could reach into your chest and tear your heart out so that you couldn’t feel anymore. If only you could shut off your feelings so that it didn’t agonize you like this. If only it were that easy.

Under the light of the street lamps with Taehyung’s look of pity- the one he held as he looked at you across the club on that dreadful night those few years ago- on you, you broke.

As you began sobbing, Taehyung pulled you against his body and backed up into the darkness to give you the privacy to cry without being seen.

The pain stabbed your heart repeatedly; quick blows, shallow at first, became increasingly deep as you drowned in the memories of what once was.

Falling so passionately in love became your biggest regret. For so long, you hated the idea. You hated the fact that you still loved Jungkook notwithstanding the things he had done. You denied the fact until you started seeing the good memories again- until it was an unavoidable and objective truth.

The truth that you still loved him.

As Taehyung held you tightly in his embrace while you held your hands to your face and dug your nails into your skin, you sobbed uncontrollably at how completely and royally fucked you were.

“W-why-” You blubbered into your palms. “-why do I-I still lo-ove him?”

“Because your heart wants what it wants, Y/N. You have no control over that.”

At this point, you had to tell him how you felt- how you truly felt.

“I w-wish that it wa-anted you. I’m so sorry, T-Tae.”

“Hey, now. Don’t say that. It’s a waste of time to wish for things that you have no control over. Don’t waste a wish on something stupid like that.” Taehyung pressed his face to the top of your head, pressing his lips there to leave a small kiss. “Besides, I have someone waiting for me back home so you don’t need to worry anymore.”

Instantly, you looked up at him in shock while still hiccuping. “You do?”

“Of course.” Taehyung laughed warmly, smiling down at you. “I wasn’t gonna be stuck on you forever. One way or another, you move on.”

“It’s been years since I’ve even seen him, Tae. The fact that I still haven’t moved on despite that has to tell you something.”

“Which is why I told you that you still need to talk to him. You can’t move on or do anything about the way you feel unless you communicate it.” He pulled back to bend his body to become eye-level with you so that he could look you in the eyes as he spoke. “There’s things you don’t know.”

For a moment, you weighed his words in your mind. If they’re things that Taehyung can’t tell you because they’re ‘not his place’ to say, then you figure that the matter must be a serious one. Your curiosity was getting the best of you. It wasn’t long before you gave in.

“Yeah…” You trailed off in hesitation, suddenly regretting shutting out Jungkook. “I guess I do need to talk to him.”

“Please just… take your time and be patient with him.” Taehyung winced slightly. “He’s hot-headed but he’s a lot better than he was before. I promise you that.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Taehyung.” You scowled as you backed out of his embrace.

“You know I don’t. I would never suggest that you talk to him if he was the same as he was before.”

A few beats of silence passed before you asked the question that had been nagging at your mind since your revelation of remaining love for the lead singer of BTS.

“Do you think we still have a chance?”

Taehyung answered immediately. “That’s not my place to judge. All I know is that you guys did something sad like being broke up even though you had life.”

“Good god, Tae,” You huffed out a laugh. “Are you quoting Lil Dicky right now?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” Taehyung crossed his arms and let out a small ‘hmph’ as he lightly stomped his foot onto the sidewalk. “And you can’t stop me.”

For a while, Taehyung let you catch your breath and calm down while looking up and down the street. It seemed as if he was planning something.

Before you could process what he was doing, Taehyung took you by your arm, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, and began walking across the street. You looked up in the direction of your path and noticed that you were heading towards the quaint coffee shop that seemed to be the only open place at the current hour.

Your eyes hurt from crying. Your chest ached from sobbing and hiccuping. Your heart and head hurt as they came to blows with each other. You were slowly beginning to freeze as the calming of your emotions slowed your heart and cooled your body. It was so fucking cold.

You could use a coffee right about now.

~#~

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Roommates II│Han Jisung (M)

Roommates II 

Synopsis: Jisung is a selfish, rude and loud roommate but he’s also really cute and you can’t help but develop a crush or ignore the unspeakable tension.  Roommate!Au

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1787

Part I

M.List

I was inspired by the amazing prompt list made by @prolixitae

33. "How do you expect me to concentrate when you keep rubbing your foot against my crotch?"

The past few months with Jisung had been great. As far as being roommates went, you argued less and there was no longer this passive-aggressive tension when it came to cleaning or playing loud music. However, now there was this unspoken sexual tension. The two of you had hooked up from time to time but never defined it. You were just two roommates that had sex and went on dates exclusively with one another. 

Your living situation was ideal enough for you to resign your lease so there were definitely worst situations. 

On this particular night, you found yourself studying in Jisung’s room, laying on his bed while he played video games with Chan and Changbin over discord. And for the first few hours, you were fine with it. You liked sitting in his room because you got lonely in yours, but after a while, you were starting to feel needy. Leaning closer to his chair you let your legs drape across his lap. 

He looked over at you, giving you a little smile and giving you a squeeze before going back to the game. “You ok?” he mouthed. You nodded, letting him continue his game, absently scrolling through your phone until you got daring again. 

This time the heel of your foot rubbing over his sweat pants. He took in a sharp breath, grabbing your leg and instantly stilling you. He shot you a glare when he missed his kill hearing Changbin complain, especially since he’d been on a losing streak. “Yes?” he whispered to you seeing that mischievous glint in your eyes. 

You shrugged, looking back to your phone and for a few minutes, he was good. He was wrapped back up in his game. Rather it was him working on music, gaming or studying you loved what he looked like when he was focused on something. The furrow in his brow, the pout on his lips, the concentration in his eyes. He was adorable. Admittedly you liked pissing him off just to see him get worked up. 

Was it healthy? Probably not but he was just so fun to mess with. 

Something that kinda boosted your ego knowing that you could make him lose his game if you wanted. All you had to do was tease his cock, or crawl under his desk. Making him lose would be so easy, but you were bored and needed more stimulation than that. 

You smirked rubbing your foot against his crotch again, his body instantly reacting to your teasing. This time he grabbed your ankle harder, cocking his head in annoyance. “Do you want me to turn it off?” he whispered, covering his mic.

“No you can keep playing” You giggled, biting your lip innocently bringing your leg up and making it brush the growing tent in his sweatpants. “If you win i’ll give you a prize~”

“What?” he did a double-take, more so expecting you to tell him to turn it off. 

Leaning closer to him you kissed him just under his ear, chuckling when you hear Changbin complaining that Jisung wasn’t paying attention. Your hand pressing low on his abs. “I’ll let you fuck me if you win” you whispered against the shell of his ear.

“Mmmm that so?” he quirked a brow, seeing you grin. “And if I lose?”

“Then I go back to my room, and I fuck myself” you smirked. “You can keep playing until you win”  you leaned back on to his bed, going back to your phone. 

He looked at you suspiciously. “So you’re just gonna sit there and be good until I win?”

You chuckled and shrugged “I may get bored and make myself cum if you take too long”

“Gimmie two games”

“Fair”

Jisung paused for a moment before going back to his game, a newfound concentration on his face before he responded to Changbin and Chan. 

Watching him play you continued to occasionally tease him. Anywhere from rubbing your legs across his lap to touching yourself. Nothing too handsy but just enough that he’d catch glimpses in his peripheral. Your hand rubbing over your breast, your fingers ghosting the hem of your nightshirt, making the hem rise. Those little sighs that sounded too close to a moan. 

He took in a breath trying to ignore you and focus on the game. His fingers slamming his mechanical keyboard as he clicked his mouse furiously shouting orders to Chan.

It took a little longer than you anticipated, but after each loss he would gently squeeze your thigh, almost like an apology. His anxiety spiking just abit when he could feel your patience run thin. 

He took in a sharp breath watching as your hand disappeared into your panties. His hand gripped a bit tighter giving you a desperate look before refocusing on his game.

“Finally!” you looked up from your phone hearing him cheer. He had the brightest smile on his face. “GG boys, I gotta go. See you tomorrow” he ended his discord chat before crawling into bed with you. Making you giggle at how hastily he pinned you. “Did you enjoy teasing me?” his dark brown eyes practically sparkling at you. “How do you expect me to concentrate when you keep rubbing your foot against my crotch?" his nose rubbed against your skin as he placed little kisses on the underside of your jaw. 

“Mmmm… you managed” you chuckled, releasing a blissful sigh feeling him cup your center through your panties. “Maybe I didn’t distract you enough”

“You’re soaked…” he smirked, licking his lips. 

“What can I say, it took you long enough” you widen your legs for him. 

Pushing your shirt up over your breast he grinned. Lips kneading and sucking your breast as his hands made their way into your panties. Your whimpers and moans encouraging his pace. “Jisung… please” you cried out as he pinched your clit.

“Please what?” he scoffed, biting down on your breast. “You weren’t very nice earlier teasing me like that”

“But I-”

“But nothing. Don’t you owe me a prize?” he gave you a cheeky grin. He pumped his fingers in and out of you. Picking up speed anytime you tried to open your mouth to respond. “Hm? Speak up Baby?” he curled his finger in just the right spot making your cry out. “Damn I love that voice” he peppered kisses up your neck and jaw “Did I make you cum already?”

“No” you huffed in embarrassment. 

“No?” he laughed “I didn’t make you cum?” he moved his fingers in and out of you, riding out your sensitive core, squeezing him. Pulling his finger out, he grinned seeing it covered in your slick. “You wanna say that again?”

You panted and smirked, loving when he’d get worked up. “I made it easy for you. I did half the work”

“Open” he brushed his finger against your lip. Seeing you pout he playfully ran the pad over your mouth “I said open Baby” Licking your lips you opened your mouth, taking his finger in and sucking hard. Tasting your bitterness as your tongue swirled around his finger.

“Mmmm Baby you’re so pretty” he cupped your face with his free hand. He couldn’t help but to pump his fingers in your mouth, making you moan out. “You like that don’t you?” he smirked seeing you nod “Good girl…” tugging your hair he pulled you back, your mouth wide open in want. Your mewls were music to his ears. You moved to take him in your mouth. Head bobbing on his crotch as his fingers laced in yours. “That’s it...Mmm. right there” as you pleasured him, his fingers slipped back into your panties, moving in a circular motion. Seeing your body shake only encouraged him.

You’d only gotten more aggressive as there was this unspoken race to get the other to cum first. And as he loved your voice, your mouth, and that pretty little cunt. His favorite thing about when you had sex was how much eye contact you’d maintain. Even when you were embarrassed. It’s like you always had to see what you were doing to him. 

Feeling your body clenched and squeeze his fingers he knew you were getting closer. You whined, grabbing his hand to still him. “I wanna cum from this” you placed a kiss on to his harden length. “Please? Can I?”

“How can I say no?” he smiled lovingly at you before pulling back completely and laying you on your back. You only came once but you looked so pretty. He couldn’t wait until you were all fucked out because of him. Rubbing him self against your entrance he slipped in so easily. You’d been ready for him for some time now and it almost wasn’t fair you had to wait so long. Feeling him stretch you out you wrapped your arms around his neck. His name, a moan on your lips as he slammed into you. 

He tugged your night shirt up again, letting you bite down on the fabric so it wouldn’t obstruct your body. He could have just taken it off you but he loved fucking you partially dressed. Call it a kink or not, he just thought it was so sexy to see you fucked out of your mind, partially dressed.

His grip on your hip enough to bruise, evidence that he’d been getting stronger with his recent workouts. “Fuck” he grunted under his breath, his resolve crumbling with how loudly you screamed for him, how deep he hit, how hard you squeezed. Your back arched against his bed as he held your hips close to his. Needing to hit as far as you could take him. 

Your legs hooked around his waist guiding him further. “Jisung- Ah. I’m cumming I’m...are you close?”

“Almost there Baby, just cum for me. Please” he pressed kisses against your jaw. “Pretty girl…” he groaned feeling your body tighten and shiver from him. He helped you ride out your high as he came right behind you. Your face contouring in pleasure, eyes rolling back as his name was a prayer on your lips. 

As you both came down, he got you cleaned up and cuddled close to you. Your head laying on his arm as he laced his fingers with yours. “Sleep Baby” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You languidly laid against him, his fingers brushing your hair until you fell asleep. 

End.

Just a little part 2 I worked on while I was stuck at home being sick 

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The less I know, the better (Mark Lee series part 1, m)

Synopsis: Y/N recently got out of a long-term relationship with Hendery and she’s hating herself for having and essay to submit while Mark, her roommate, goes to a party

Pairing: Mark Lee x female reader

Words: ~1.2k

Genre: roommate!au, non idol!Mark, smut

Warnings: masturbation (female), walking in on someone not fully dressed

A/N: This is going to be a 7-part story, so look forward! Later I’m going to change my masterlist and include a mini masterlist only for this series. I’m also starting a taglist, so let me know if you want to be tagged in my works! Feedback is always welcome, let me know if you’ve found any mistakes ;)

This is a work of fiction. It does not portray the real personality of the member.

Y/N stretched her arms, closed eyes and massaged her temples for a few seconds before facing the laptop screen again. The damn incomplete essay stared back at her, pleading to be finished in the next two and a half hours.

From this perspective, breaking up the almost 2-year relationship with Hendery sucked.

He used to help her with this kind of assignments, so having to do everything by herself made putting her ideas on the text even harder than it was already meant to be.

Mark passed by her side what seemed like half a dozen times, going to the bathroom, the kitchen, back to his room as her fingers furiously hit the keyboard.

Mark was a long-time friend who shared the apartment with Y/N since both moved out their hometown to attend the same university. Though their majors couldn’t be more unlike – Y/N studied psychology while Mark was on mechanical engineering - both adults got along pretty well for the 3 years passed until the present time, even during eternity Y/N dated the dickhead Mark most hated.

It’s not that Hendery was a bad person, not at all. It’s just that he dated Y/N. Mark was envious of him.

However, the man did the best he could to not ruin the friendship he had with Y/N.

The seventh time he passed by her was the time he left apartment, leaving a kiss on the top of her head and uttering a short “see ya tomorrow” before passing through the door and heading to the party Y/N was unable to go.

The younger answered with a nod and a quiet “have fun, Mark”, without moving her eyes from the screen. To be honest, she didn’t want to see Mark dressed to go out and get even angrier at herself for leaving the assignment to the last minute and, consequently, having to stay home on a Friday night. Damn experimental psychology.

Y/N pressed the send button 7 minutes before the submitting time was over. It 100% sure wasn’t the best essay she ever wrote, which made her not only stressed, but tired from the effort spent on writing a decent paper.

She just wanted to have some vodka and some dick for stress relief.

Well, this was another bad thing about breaking up with Hendery – weeks without getting properly laid.

College was taking a lot of her time. It wasn’t like the freshman year, when she could just go to the bar with her friends whatever day she wanted, sleeping at Hendery or inviting him over whenever she felt like it. She doesn’t even have the patience to flirt nowadays.

The result of these situations is as simple as 1 + 1. She got off to porn.

That was exactly what she was doing after hanging out spread on the sofa for a couple of minutes.

Y/N put her laptop on the center table, right in front of her, making her have to curve her back in order to type properly. She opened an anonymous tab and entered the address she was ashamed of how familiar with she had become.

Browsing on the page for time enough to find a video with reasonable quality, she clicked on a thumbnail that showed a couple fucking next to a glass wall, in what seemed to be a high floor of a building.

By the time the page loaded, Y/N took off her shorts, leaving them on the floor and staying only in panties and the huge t-shirt she used to wear with no bra.

Y/N laid back against the couch, trying to relax her body as she watched the couple make out. The man put the woman on all fours on the bed and the camera zoomed to her pussy. Y/N started playing with her clit as the woman of the video was fingered, Y/N rushing her fingers softly on top of her underwear.

When the veiny hard cock appeared, Y/N pulled her t-shirt up and used her free hand to squeeze her boobs. The woman pumped the pink tipped cock before beginning to lick all around, starting at the base. After licking all of it and pressing the hard member against her face and lips, she began sucking it.

Low grunts were heard from the man as she sped up, taking more of the cock into her mouth every time she bobbed her head, eyes tearing up and drool starting to drip from her mouth. Y/N missed giving blowjobs so much she kept rewinding the video for a few times, watching as the woman feasted on the flesh and choked around it.

Y/N felt her arousal wet her fingers through the fabric, so she dragged the panties to the side and pushed two fingers in, moaning loud in response to her own stimulus. She quickened the pace and her heartbeat increased as her body started becoming tense, thighs and stomach contracting as the climax was built.

Putting two fingers of her free hand into her mouth and sucking it filthily, Y/N felt her body spasm when her orgasm hit her, making her grunt and curve her toes during the release. Her walls clenched around her fingers and she close eyes hardly, trying to extend the moment as far as she could.

After the high, the tiredness overcame and Y/N just reached the spacebar to pause the video, resting back on the couch and closing her eyes as she tried to regain her breath.

Eventually, she fell asleep.

Mark, who was supposed to enjoy the night and sleep at the house of whoever he ended hooking up with, was coming back home earlier than any of them would’ve expected. Johnny and Jaehyun had a stupid drunk fight, killing the party and making the atmosphere so thick that Mark decided leave.

He did bother to send Y/N a message when he left Jaehyun’s house, but he supposed she was already asleep or still busy with her essay as the message remained unread.

What he didn’t expect was to walk on his roommate asleep on their couch, her laptop on the table still on.

When he got closer, he realized.

The laptop showed a blonde woman giving head, tears brimming on her eyes and makeup stains over her face.

Mark’s heart started beating so fast he couldn’t hear anything else.  

He shifted his gaze to Y/N, noticing her shorts on the floor, shirt up to her chest showing her breasts, underwear crooked to the left. Breathing calm and steadily, sleeping peacefully.

The blood rushed to Mark’s face as fast as it rushed to his dick, pants suddenly tighter.

Before running to hide in his room, jack off, feel guilty and think about how to pretend this never happened, Mark tuned to read the title of the video. The words were like gigantic bells ringing inside of his head, as in an attempt to prevent him from thinking.

“My hot bubble butt roommate wants my dick so bad”

[rrazor]

everyday is everyday | m. issei

tags: domestic fluff, alcohol, pda

“hey.”

you look at him, chin in your hand. your fingers cover half of your mouth.

“what?”

his curls fall over his right eye. it makes you smile: how soft they are, curly they are, the way they fall over his eye. you gently brush them away.

“i have a trade offer.” he scooches closer. you lean back, he leans closer. you’re leaning against the wall now, caged in by it, the desk, the booth wall and him. your hand stays stubbornly on your chin.

“what is it?”

he wants your hand off your chin so he takes it away. he’s taken aback when you push it against his chest.

“wait, my back hurts.”

“oh.” relief. he lets you sit up but stays close, in your personal space, popping your bubble.

“well? what’s the trade?”

he watches your hair spread out against the back of the seat as you lean against it. he mirrors you and laces your hands together.

“well,” he purses his lips. “i was thinking…”

you hum. out of the corner of your eye, you see tommy from calc one. in your eyes, there’s issei.

“—that if i receive a kiss, i’ll give you in return.”

you raise a brow. “really? that’s it?”

he pouts, dipping his head lower as a hand comes up to squish your cheeks. “hey.”

you’re in public—the economic department’s study space and—,

“didn’t say ‘no’,” you grin.

he grins too, cheeks pinking when you lean up to kiss him. he tastes like the vanilla flavoured lip balm you gave him last week. a squish to your cheeks has your lips puckering lingering than you’d like them to be as he plants a swift one before finally pulling away.

“well?”

“mm?” he rests his forehead on yours.

“where’s my kiss?”

he chuckles at the endearing frown on your pretty face, thumbing over your soft cheek. “right here.”

.

a yawn and there’s tears forming in your corner of your eyes. through the kitchen window, you watch as the street lights flicker on, muddled orange yellow spots giving light to the streets.

“where did you get them?”

a look to your right, past issei’s shoulders and you see a girl with balayage highlights in her dark hair. she’s pretty, real pretty. a little blurry but you can still tell her eyes are gorgeous. you don’t know if she’s paying attention to you right behind him, sitting on the kitchen island. she asks another question, “which one’s your favourite?” you know, that which, out of the eight piercings he had, was his favourite but you’re not about to tell her. resting your head on his shoulder, you look down, accustomed to the way people tried to hit him up.

he tells her his favourite as his fingers grace along the inside of your calf. his thumb and fingers dance along the skin of your ankle, drawing images you try to visualize in your head as you close your eyes.

“right, babe?”

you glance up at him.

“sorry?”

he puts his drink down and turns around, facing you entirely. you half wish he wasn’t so broad and tall so you’d be able to see who else was around you.

“tired?” he mumbles, kissing your forehead.

“a little.” you sit up straighter, stretching a little. the girl with the nice golden hair is half a ways away, walking back to her group of friend who start to comfort her. “what were you talking about earlier?”

“the time hiro almost broke the chair at the shop with how hard his leg had kicked when he got his.”

you hum, admiring how good he looks in the starchy yellow light. “did it hurt?” you rub a finger over his bushy brow, lighting passing over the studs in his skin.

“my piercings? or his?” he has a hand on your knee now, other one over yours on the counter. he watches as you giggle, tipping away a little more than you would if it wasn’t for the red solo cup in your left hand.

“no,” you lilt. he laughs along with you, kissing you through your cute fit of laughter.

“meant when you fell from heaven,” you slur, breaking away into another melody of giggles.

he chuckles, putting your arms around his neck as he carries you, keeping you tucked tight against his chest. “do i look like i came from heaven, babe?”

you nod, lying your head on his shoulder as he takes you to the car, to home, to heaven.

.

he feels you before he sees you, arms around his waist, head between his shoulders.

“you’re back.” he automatically puts his hands over yours and also over the large mango in your hand.

“‘m back.”

“why’re you holding a mango?”

“it’s huge,” sugawara snorts. “the heck you get that from?”

you release your arms to stand next to them, holding the precious fruit in the palm of your hands. “from the grocery store.”

“why a mango?” sugawara takes a sip of his caramel macchiato.

you shrug, rubbing the smooth skin.

“y’gonna eat it like an apple?” he continues.

you shrug again. “maybe.”

sugawara looks at issei, who shrugs at well, before announcing his leave for his chemistry class.

issei looks down at you and offers his coffee which you shake your head at. “why’d you get a mango?”

“it was all i could afford,” you say. “wanna share?”

he chuckles, “sure. you hungry though?”

you grin, tucking the mango into your armpit and putting your palms together. “snacks?”

he puts his hand into yours, placing a kiss on your forehead. “got mints, but i’ll treat you to something at the new korean restaurant.” he leads you along to the school’s food court, buying you a plate of black bean noodles and pork dumplings on the side to share. you share your large mango, bought for $1.29 plus tax. you cut it into three and he gets the juice all over his hands when he takes the middle part with the refuse. the fruit is tender and he laughs when it slips out of your hand a tad only for you to use your chin to stop it from falling. it’s sweet, sticky and you have to hold onto his phone while he washes his hands in the washroom.

“hand cream?”

he pockets his phone and nods, holding his hand out for you. “is it mango-scented?”

“nope” you squeeze out a generous amount out for him. “pomegranate. this is mango-scented though.” you pull out a tube of lip balm and he stills his head, letting you put it on for him. the scent is soft, but strong and he finds himself nodding at how nice it is.

“it’s nice, isn’t it?”

he hums his agreement, helping you zip up your backpack and taking your hand to walk you to your next class. he kisses you good luck and is there to pick you up at 5:30pm on the dot, surprising you with a bag of mangoes.

.

“look!”

he looks, watching as you unpack something that’s a pretty mint green and white. “a wireless keyboard?” he reads.

you grin happily, delicately setting everything down on the table and pressing at the keys, satisfied with the sound and feel them. “wanna try?” you pass it on to him as you glimpse over the instruction manual. he taps at the keys and grabs onto the small mouse that came with it.

“this is so small,” he mutters.

“hm?” you look over to see the entirety of his palm already cover the top of the mouse. “oh.” you take it from him and while it is noticeably smaller than a regular mouse, it works just fine. “it’s fine,” you say, testing the scrolling bit.

he helps you set it up, tiny mouse and everything. sitting next to you, he watches as you open up your notes app and type gibberish onto the page, a look of sheer joy on your face. he smiles along, slotting himself behind you while you type away like a little secretary.

“think you’re gonna be more productive?”

“nope!” you laugh. “but at least it’s cute; it’s for the aesthetic, ‘sei.”

he snickers, placing his much larger hands over yours as he too, types away on your new keyboard, mashing keys and filing the screen.

“stooop.” you move to swat his hands. “i can’t move my hands!”

he laughs, enveloping them entirely despite your protests but eventually does let you go after a couple of thrashes and elbows to his stomach.

“it’s a nice keyboard though,” he adds, kissing your forehead.

you huff, returning a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “‘course. i have good taste, y’know.”

“mhm,” he chuckles, hand coming up to hold your jaw gently as he plants a full one on your lips. “i know.”

[sinisterlyhan]

01. han jisung / 2798 words

the smallest amount of angst and fluff, oral (m receiving), female reader, dom!jisung (kind of)

a/n: consider me obsessed over office boy jisung.

it took one drunken confession and one suppression of feelings for jisung to go insane.

you have been avoiding him; like he was some loan shark asking you to return the money you have borrowed, like he was a pool of misfortune you absolutely could not get near or you would be stained with bad luck for the remaining year, like he was the problematic ex-boyfriend you needed to stay away from because you were still in love with him.

jisung scoffed. he wishes! at least he would still have been your boyfriend for a while and you would still have feelings for him.

to make everything worse, you two worked in the same office and your cubicle was right next to his. he sees you all the time, during meetings or when you two both needed to use the office printer; your colleagues walk in and out of your working space, talking casually and laughing leisurely to you about work and other daily things, forcing him to hear your voice without being able to chime in.

and that was the problem—he wanted to chime in, he wanted to talk to you, he wanted to look at you without having to avoid his gaze every time.

jisung missed poking his head over the cubicle and hear you laugh when he asked you to have lunch with him, or how your face would light up when he walks into the room because he was a familiar face, or—fuck, he missed how your gentle sighs and sleepy eyes were the first things he thought about when it was night-time and he has his hand slipped under his sweats.

he used to be able to replace his own hand with yours in his imagination; he could close his eyes and imagine your plumpy lips around his shaft, a strangled moan leaving his throat as he pumped himself dry. now he just gets reminded of how you were staying away from him and pushing him away any chance you got.

and fuck, it sure ruins the mood for him.

the office was dark, the only light illuminating the place was the city lights flashing from outside the tall, cold glass windows. and of course, the table lamps jisung's desk.

after hours of typing nonstop on his computer, he was finally done with the most recent report assignment the team manager dumped him. now all he needed to do was print it out tomorrow and have it looked over during the meeting, other than that, he was done for the night.

turning off the light, he shut off his computer and leaned back against his chair. he took off his glasses and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes closed to recover from all the hours of him staring at the screen. the day has been exhausting—filled with him overworking himself and trying to press down his longing for you.

it was the usual, but just because he was used to it doesn't make it any less tiring.

the calming moment was interrupted when he heard you groan in frustration from your cubicle. his eyes snapped open and he looked over to your side; sure enough, there was a trace of light coming from where you sat. it took him by surprise, he did not expect anyone to still be in the office with him, and even though your space was just next to his, he has had his back turned on you for the whole day so he definitely would not have known.

jisung heaved a heavy sigh, taking off his tag and dropping it on the table before his hand went ahead to loosen the tie around his neck. it was getting harder to breathe knowing that you two were probably the only ones around in the office, an ideal location for a lot of fooling around if he has to admit.

and it wasn't just the mildly attractive office attire that got his mind racing like a madman, that tight-fitting pencil skirt you were required to wear every day a recurring dream to him. it was the seductively dim lighting, the clumsy discarding of document papers on desks just to make space, and that frosty window overlooking the city.

jisung clenched his jaw and pressed his palm to his eyes, a hasty breath leaving shakily. all he could think about was your breasts pressed up against the glass and his finger dragging a silent line down your spine as he watched his length disappear into your wet heat. you moans would sound so sweet, probably a better wake up call than any form of alarms or any doses of caffeine.

when he removed his palm and opened his eyes once again, he was surprised by the sight of you standing frozen by the entrance of his cubicle office, a piece of paper in one hand and the pen in the other. you were staring at him with faintly pinked cheeks, having just seen his arm muscles flex beneath his white button-down where he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows for a change.

your heartstring did a massive jolt, making you weak in the knees just by watching his fingers massage his temples and wondering how they would feel if they curled inside your cunt instead. but you couldn't let the feeling overwhelm you. you were still on the run from jisung after that stupid, stupid drunken confession you made about wanting to spend your life with him. and all the couple things you two could do, like making each other breakfast and getting each other out of bed, stealing his sweaters, chaste kisses.... passionate kisses... sex.

"hey..."

jisung's soft voice brought you back to reality, and immediately your mind wandered back to your task at hand—fix your computer's internet connection and try not to talk to jisung as much as possible until your embarrassment blows over.

"yeah." you only gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment before turning away and planning to return to your cubicle.

but jisung was quick to jump up from his seat and hold you by the wrist, tugging you to a halt and forcing you to face this confrontation. when you caught his eyes, they held a trace of longing in them that you couldn't understand just yet, but his tight grip on you was indication enough that this matter was important to him.

"what did i do?" jisung asked, his voice close to a timid sigh. "why won't you talk to me?"

you pursed your lips. what were you supposed to tell him? that you lied about spilling nonsense with your liquor tongue and you actually meant everything you said that night you called him up to take you home? that you have been in love with him since the day he waited hours for you to get off work? that you simply denied your feelings because you didn't think you deserve any part of his perfect self?

"i don't have to answer that," you muttered as you snatched your hand away from his before turning back around to walk away.

jisung huffed out in frustration, not feeling satisfied with the answer. he needed something solid, something like a list that he could do something about. because he would fix it up for you if he has to, he would go out of his way to make sure he could be within your radar again. it has been painful these weeks, watching you turn every corner to avoid him and dodge his eyes for as long as he stared at your face.

"you owe it to me to answer that, i am your friend," he said as he scurried into your workspace and stood by the wall frame. "you think you can just push me away and not tell me why?"

"yes, i can," you replied, not turning back to look at him. "i did."

he frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest as impatience rose within. for a moment, jisung thought about just forcefully making it work; he could just turn you around and make you talk to him. but that might only aggravate the situation so he opted for another method.

"was it because of what you said to me that night?" he brought up then, carefully but still authoritatively, so you wouldn't have any idea of deflecting his point. "did you lie to me about not meaning it?"

it was a stupid thought. you told him you didn't mean it the next day, causing him cracks of his heart that he had to throw away along with his dreams to spend his life with you. but a part of him still hallucinated for so long that there was no way your drunken self would go so far as to throw yourself on top of him and grind your heat against his clothed bulge, asking raspily if he could fuck you on your couch, for you to not actually feel anything for him at all!

your fingers paused at your keyboards and you breathed out a heavy sigh, deciding not to speak. your trembling voice would give you away, you knew. every time you were reminded of how shamelessly you acted, you just felt the need to dig a hole and hide forever.

"answer me, (name)," jisung commanded from behind you. he was inching closer and closer, thus his voice getting louder and louder with each step towards your seat. "did you mean it when you told me you love me? when you said you couldn't live without me?" he paused his step, his breath slightly hitching in his throat as his memories brought him back to that needy night. "when you asked me to fuck you that night."

you slammed your mouse on the table. you haven't even noticed it yet but the reason why the internet wasn't working was only that you kept putting in the wrong password. damn the company for making it so complicated to type, and damn jisung for reminding you how desperate you were that you couldn't even begin to keep your eyes straight.

jisung glanced past your head to your screen and his frown dimmed. he moved up behind you and leaned down to your level, his eyes staring at the screen and his eyes going to either side of your frame, casing you between him and the desk. he only got closer when he inserted the password for you and successfully connected your computer back to the internet.

it was a tense moment for you. he was too close, you could smell his scent bouncing off the air and you couldn't believe how much you miss being able to smell it just by hugging him close, as a friend. you turned to face him, wanting to thank him for his help, but your words were left fallen at the tip of your tongue when you came face-to-face with jisung.

you two stared at each other for a while, basking in the elevated tension circulating your huffing breaths. and all jisung could say when he opened his mouth again was to ask for confirmation.

"you haven't answered me, (name)," he whispered, and somehow he felt attractively dominating.

you shivered at his tone, your eyes slightly watering as you squeezed your thighs together. but you nodded despite it all, unable to lie when you were so close to his face.

"y–yes, i mean it. everything. i just thought you wouldn't feel the same so i ran away." you nodded. "i love you, and i want to spend my life with you, and..." your eyelids dropped slightly and your cheeks blushed. "i still do want you to fuck me."

that was the only cue jisung needed before he leaned in to claim your lips. he was rough because he was desperate, his brain being reduced to nothing but a being that needs and wants and takes. you were taken by surprise but still, you responded with as much vigor as you could muster from your body, kissing him back and allowing him entrance when he asked with his teeth.

his hands went down to bring you up so he didn't have to bend his waist anymore, and he let out a groan when you pushed him to your desk and forced him to sit on the edge of it. leaving his lips to pull away and look at him, your innocent eyes widened as your sinister hands went down to fumble with his belt.

jisung raised a brow, curious but excited nonetheless. "what are you doing?"

"making up for lost time," you mumbled.

he watched with intrigue, his heart palpitating when his pants dropped to the ground with a clink of his belt. and he hissed in pleasure when you palmed him through his boxers. oh, oh, oh, he could not wait—his midnight sins were coming alive in front of him. no longer would he have to imagine how warm your mouth could be when his dick laid all sluggishly within, he could just remember this exact moment as you—

"shit!" jisung widened his eyes when you took him in your mouth without any further warning. his head threw back and his jaw hung open as you moved your head before leaning in and taking him to the hilt. his hand flew to your head, unmoving because he wasn't sure if he wanted to keep you there or if he wanted you to move.

he was rendered a flustered mess, he had not expected this to feel so thrillingly euphoric. the way your wet tongue sugarcoated his entire length, the way your hollowing cheeks pulled at his sensitivity skin, and the way his tip kept brushing against your uvula—he looked down at you, his gaze switching to a pit of storms when you casually glanced up at him and hummed in question.

"please move—" he breathed out a moany growl, his cock twitching quicker than he thought could last. damn you, you and your feign innocent eyes and pouty lips, wrapped so perfectly and redly around his shaft as it kept vanishing into your throat. it only took a few more bobs of your head before jisung grabbed a fistful of your hair and released himself all over your tongue.

it was bitter, but it was jisung's, and you would take anything he gives you. you stuck your tongue out to lick it all over your lips, the bubbling of his white cum staining like lipsticks and dropping like old wine down the corner of your lips. and he groaned at the sight, admiring the fact that he's got himself all over your mouth.

you stood up then, smiling at him like you hadn't just swallowed some of his essences down your throat. jisung clenched his jaw at your shit-eating grin, a click going off in his chest at your tousled hair and messed up chin before he felt arousal gaining at his abdomen again.

he reached out to smear your lips with his finger, collecting his own juices and wiping you clean before removing his hand. he glanced at the stickiness between his fingers and hummed, a small idea coming to mind. when he looked at you again, he smiled a little before he stepped closer.

"that was nice," he whispered, his free hand reaching down your thigh and his fingers going up slowly.

you wanted to reply, but the way he has your skirt bunched up in his fist and pulled up to your waist kept your quiet. he played with the hem of your safety shorts before yanking them down with one hand, revealing your soaked panties to the coldness of the air.

"you know, i had a thought about fucking you against the glass window over there," he mumbled against your neck, his fingers pressing into your core and moving as you whimpered at the pressure.

jisung smirked. your whimpers were so adorable, fragile, even. and he wondered how much louder you could be when it was time for him to stuff you up with his cock. he marveled at the thought, moving your pantie to the side and finally bringing his cum-filled hand down to your heat. he wasted no time to insert his digits inside, slathering his essence all over your walls as he wiped and scissored his fingers.

you grabbed onto him, a hearty whine bubbling up your lips as you closed your eyes at the feeling.

jisung could only smile. "but i think we can do that at another time."

for now, he just wanted to bring you home so he could do what you asked him to do before—he is going to fuck you on the couch.