#this is so unrealistic lowkey but how cute would that be

[housecow]

have this dream of letting someone order groceries for me and having to finish everything they get in a certain amount of time no matter what it is.

3 things of heavy cream?? okay, i have time this week. might as well bake brownies or a cake every day and finish that before it cools. you know i’ll finish the frozen stuff in a couple days. once i call you to cry that everything is gone and i’m hungry, tell me i’m doing a good job ruining myself for you and don’t let me stop <33

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

jealousy, jealousy || Hyunjin x f!Reader

Summary: A guy hitting on you leads to an argument with Hyunjin, which leaves you completely confused, because nothing about that conversation made sense to you. And it takes you a little while, but the two of you eventually manage to work it out.

Word count: 5.2k

Genres: college AU, established relationship, smut

Warnings & Tags: hurt/comfort, jealousy, implied past toxic relationships, smut (vaginal sex), smut with feelings, lowkey sub!hyunjin but it's not super explicit

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A/N: this is the same couple as in you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad, but both works can be read independently. Enjoy!

It’s sometimes hard to fathom how different you and Hyunjin are. You’re night and day, really. He’s famous on campus, loved and admired by the people around him, and you’re anonymous and unnoticed in any crowd you’re a part of. He’s light, joyful, an artistic soul; you’re cynical, a bit of a downer, and you live and breathe numbers. He’s also a people-pleaser, and a bit of an actor, a performer if you will, where you’re honest to a fault and what you see is exactly what you’ll get. He’s the softest soul you’ve ever met, and you’re all sharp edges.

And, well, when you want to support him, you go to see him dance and dazzle a fascinated crowd. When he wants to support you, he comes to see you logic the shit out of someone else at a mathematics olympiad.

Yeah, you’d told him not to come. He had insisted though, and he’d been in the audience, getting his fair share of looks, which you didn’t blame people for. How could you.

You hadn’t gotten much of a chance to speak with him, since your team had been busy from start to finish — which had earned you first place, by the way — and you could only hope that he hadn’t been deathly bored, though that seemed unrealistic. You appreciated the moral support, but you still couldn’t figure out why on earth he would have wanted to come in the first place.

It’s as you’re looking for him in the lobby that you’re approached by a guy that you recognize at first glance. Hyunwoo, if you’re not mistaken, one of your rivals in the competition. He’s smiling wide as he makes his way to you, revealing slightly crooked teeth.

“You were really impressive in there,” he comments, speaking a little too fast — shy, maybe?

“Thanks,” you say, “you weren’t bad either.” And it’s true, he’d been a worthy opponent.

No match for you and your team, sure, but good enough.

His smile widens and he shifts his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

“So, uh, which university do you go to again?”

You answer, but the question has you raising an eyebrow. That's been announced over and over again throughout the competition, so it’s a weird way of making small-talk. Unless he’s stalling for—

“Oh, that’s cool, I’m not that far from there, maybe we could s-see each other at some point?”

Aw, yeah, he’s hitting on you. That sentence came out all in one breath, and he seems very relieved to be done with it. Which, honestly, you find kinda sweet, cute even. You don’t really date within that crowd, didn’t even before Hyunjin — your experiences with men from that field have been… questionable —, so you’re definitely not interested, but you’ll—

“She’s taken,” an icy voice announces from behind you.

Ah, Hyunjin’s found you. You feel him against your back as he wraps you up in a hug in an unusual display of possessiveness. It throws you off a little bit, actually. Not that you mind, you very much don't care, but he tends to avoid being affectionate in public. He likes to keep things private, with much of his life being subject to gossip around your college even without any of that. You crane your neck to look at him. You were just about to tell Hyunwoo that you were taken, and based on the way he’s flushing, cheeks and ears and neck turning bright red, he’s already horribly embarrassed by the situation.

You’re opening your mouth, intent on letting him down gently, when Hyunjin’s eyes flicker over him, taking in his appearance — he’s not exactly looking stylish, but hey, you guys were here to be smart, not look good —, and then he sneers “What makes you think she’d be interested anyway?” with such a disdainful tone that you almost flinch.

Hyunwoo splutters an apology and flees the scene, but you tear yourself from Hyunjin, staring at him in disbelief. You know that he can get agressive when he’s angry, words coming out before he’s truly thought them through, but he’s not cruel. And that was— that felt completely uncalled for to you.

“You were great,” he starts telling you, just as you go “What the hell?”

Confusion flickers on his face. It’s like he doesn't even remember what just happened, and you’re at least as confused as he is.

“He was flirting with you,” he says. In other circumstances, you might have noticed the softness to his voice as he spoke, but you’re not really paying attention to that right now, searching his eyes instead for any discomfort, guilt, whatever — which you're not finding.

“Well that’s not a crime,” you reply, shaking your head. And what you mean by that is that flirting with you is not really deserving of getting your self-esteem crushed by someone who’s as attractive as Hyunjin is. You know all too well what it can do to you to finally gather up the courage to go talk to someone, only to be humiliatingly rejected. It does shit to you that you don’t think Hyunjin would understand.

He takes a step back like you’ve slapped him, folds his arms defensively against his chest.

“So I should be fine with someone flirting with you?” His voice is at a higher pitch than usual, and you don’t know what to make of it. You— What the fuck is happening to this conversation, exactly?

“I was going to tell him I wasn’t interested, and it’s not like he knew I was taken,” you say. You don’t know why you need to point that out. Obviously you weren’t going to entertain that.

“Well I told him first,” Hyunjin says, clearly growing more defensive by the second, and again, you don’t know why.

“Yeah, Hyunjin, but that was completely unnecessary. I mean, it was just—” you search for the right word for a second, don’t find it, “—overkill.”

He’s staring at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Sorry if I don’t stand by while dudes hit on you,” he finally says, anger — you think? — seeping through in his tone.

“That’s not what this is about,” you say, because it isn’t. What are you doing wrong? What part of what you’re saying isn’t coming across the way you want it to? “My point is that you didn’t have to be so—” Again, you try to pick your words carefully. ‘You didn’t have to be such a dick about it’ is the formulation that comes to mind first, but that’s not something you would call Hyunjin, ever. That’s a line that you refuse to cross. “—mean about it.”

It comes out sounding weirdly insincere, maybe because it’s not as strong as what you’re trying to say, maybe because your sentence has lost its momentum by the time you finish it. Either way, it seems not to reach Hyunjin at all. His jaw’s set, his shoulders tense, and again, you have no clue where this went wrong.

“Fine,” he quips, lips now a straight line. “I guess I’ll just be mean elsewhere.”

And then he turns around and walks away, and okay, the two of you rarely argue, but this is such an unusual way for one of your conflicts to resolve, an almost childish one, and again, what the fuck?

“What happened there?” Seungmin asks, appearing next to you.

Boy, would you like to know.

“So,” Minho says in the middle of lunch, “what’s the deal with you and Hyunjin?”

You groan. A few days have passed since Seungmin asked you that very same question, and you’re still clueless.

“If I murder him because he’s too depressing to be around, I’ll make you help me hide the body,” Minho adds nonchalantly. He’s also a dance major, which means he’s been around Hyunjin way more than you have these past few days.

“Please stop threatening to kill my boyfriend,” you sigh.

Still, you don’t know what to answer. You and Hyunjin have been texting, you’ve seen each other around campus, but things have been… stiff. Awkward. Things are never awkward between the two of you. You know you’ll have to talk about it but it’s— You just wish you understood what was going on, so you could prepare yourself. As long as you don't, you want to avoid the talk, but without the talk you don’t know what’s going on and—

“I have no fucking clue,” you finally mutter. Seungmin glances up from his food. Usually he doesn’t care much for interpersonal drama, but he seems a little concerned this time.

“Explain,” he says.

Yeah. Maybe laying the facts on the table and trying to figure out a course of action is the best thing to do.

“A guy hit on me at the Maths Olympiad,” you say, “from one of the rival teams. Asked if I’d want to see him around but, you know, he was interested. And then Hyunjin arrived and was all ‘she’s taken’, which is fine, but then he said,” and the words are still clear in your mind, “’what makes you think she’d be interested’. And he looked at the guy like— You know.” Just one glance at Seungmin tells you that he does. You don’t look at Minho, because you doubt he has a clue. “Like he was repulsive or something.”

“So?” Minho says, and you sigh while Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“So it was shitty. The guy didn’t know I had a boyfriend, and having someone like Hyunjin tell him that probably made him feel like shit. It’s not easy for people like us to make the first move. No offense,” you add, nodding at Seungmin, and he grimaces in response. You know he agrees with you, because, well, he made no move whatsoever to get in his current relationship. It’s just this delightful mix of lack of self-confidence, social anxiety, and awkwardness that makes the process so fucking complicated.

You’ve dated more than Seungmin has, but you’d figured out early that people outside your branch of interest found you weird, too passionate about your niche interests, and then that the men within your field were pretty misogynistic for guys complaining about never getting girls, and then you’d stopped dating. So it hasn’t been great on your front either.

Seungmin’s nodding his head. He clearly sees your side of the argument. Minho, on the other hand, has leaned back in his chair, and he goes “Hm.”. So he’s about to tear you apart.

“It sounds like he just got jealous,” Minho says, and you almost laugh.

“Jealous of what?” Outside of the looks, this was a less than five minutes conversation with a guy, during which he made eye contact maybe once. There was no agressive flirting, barely any flirting actually, and certainly no physical contact. You’ve dealt with far worse — actually, you deal with far worse at almost every event you go to with Hyunjin.

Minho shrugs. He clearly has an idea, and he’s clearly not going to tell you.

“Think about it from his perspective. A guy hit on you, and you got annoyed at him for intervening.”

“I don’t care that he intervened,” you snap, “the issue was the way that he—”

“He might not know that,” Minho shrugs. Both you and Seungmin exchange a doubtful look, but it dawns on you that this might not be something Hyunjin would know about. You doubt it would happen to him in that way. You’re well-aware that he’s had shitty dating experiences, but this, that specific way of making someone feel completely undesirable, isn’t one of them as far as you’re aware.

So, as Minho stares at you intently, you sigh.

“Fine. I’ll clear things up.”

He nods, and you can feel his relief immediately. For someone who’s constantly threatening to kill Hyunjin, it’s kinda sweet, how much he cares for his well-being.

You're still trying to figure out how you're going to broach the subject with Hyunjin when, at eleven that night, there’s a knock on your door. You make your way there cautiously and pick-up the base-ball bat that you keep there — because this could be a psycho, ‘cause who shows up unannounced at 11 pm in the middle of the week —, but one look through the peephole has you putting it back down immediately.

Because when you unlock the door, you’re met with the sight of your shivering boyfriend. It’s pouring outside, so he looks like a drenched cat, soaking wet but still handsome.

“I-I wanted to—”

“Hyunjin, come in, don’t stay out in the cold” you interrupt him, hoping your voice comes off soft instead of demanding. “I’ll get you a change and a towel,” you add once he’s hesitantly made his way inside.

It doesn’t take you long to find a t-shirt and sweat pants he’d left at your place, while he stands awkwardly next to your kitchen counter. When you hand them to him, he thanks you, hesitates a second, then gets into your room to change. It feels a little weird, to see him do that, a weirdness you’re sure he’s felt too, but you suppose it would be just as strange if he didn’t do it, because things have just been— different, these past few days.

You’re waiting for him with the towel when he comes out.

“Come here,” you say gently, reaching for his hair.

You put the towel over his head, rubbing it gently against his scalp. Small droplets of water run down your arms, but you’re not really paying attention. Hyunjin bends to give you an easier access, face coming just inches of yours. His eyes are looking at you almost pleadingly, and you can’t help but notice that they’re slightly puffy, possibly from crying. That’s confusing to you, too — this was one argument, not a particularly intense one either, and in no way relationship-threatening, as far as you’re concerned. You know kissing him won’t fix anything, but you’re not trying to fix things, you’re trying to let him know how much you love him, how much you care about him, how much you’ve missed him.

So you do kiss him. He gasps into you, inhales like a drowned man finally coming to the surface. It’s his turn to get closer, body pressing against yours, and oh, he feels like coming home. Your fingers card through wet hair, pulling on it slightly, and this time it’s another sound he lets out. As tempting as it is to jump him right now, you know you have to put a stop to this if you want to have a productive conversation first — which would be the reasonable thing to do.

Still you can’t resist prolonging the kiss, pulling his lower lip between your teeth in a way that has him whimpering. His hands grab onto your waist with a bruising grip, and you feel his tongue brush against yours, hesitantly at first, like he’s not sure he should, then more daringly, pushing it into your mouth.

You — thankfully? unfortunately? — still have the presence of mind to interrupt the kiss before it gets any more out of hand.

“I’ve missed you,” you tell him softly. You see his eyes go wide. Like he's surprised. Shit, someone must have really done a number on him, huh?

“I’ve missed you too.”

Taking his hand in yours, you gently pull him towards the couch, where the two of you sit, though you don’t break physical contact. Instead, you sling your legs onto his lap and put your chin on his shoulder, not letting go of his hand. Hopefully he knows, that way, hopefully he feels safe, hopefully he can tell how much he means to you and that this— disagreement, or whatever this is, means far less to you than he does.

For a few seconds, he just stays there, unmoving, almost frozen, long black hair still dripping a little onto his shoulders and sticking to his neck, while you rub soothing circles on his skin.

“I’m sorry,” he finally blurts out. He’s not looking at you, instead staring at his hands on his lap.

“About what?” you ask gently, not moving an inch. The two of you had been mad at each other, but you don’t think it warranted this kind of reaction.

“I’m— I didn’t mean to be controlling,” he mumbles. “You can talk to whoever you want to, and it’s— I-I mean, there’s nothing harmful in flirting, and I trust you, and—”

“Hyunjin,” you interrupt him, and this time you take his face in your hands, cradling it. “I don’t care about that.” His eyebrows knit in confusion. “I don’t— I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you being upset if someone’s hitting on me, but more importantly—” You press a kiss to his lips, chaste and brief, then another, then another. “You’re the most important person to me. You know that, right?”

He nods, though the motion is hesitant. You’re well aware, by now, of how sensitive he is to any action that he perceives as a rejection or a form of disinterest. You’ve gotten past a lot of his previous issues, when even you saying you couldn’t make it to one of his shows could make him question things, but some things he remains fragile on.

“I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. Of course I would shut down someone hitting on me, babe, I just didn’t have the time to do that.”

It seems to soothe him for a few seconds, and a deep sigh leaves him, body briefly relaxing, before he tenses again.

“Then what—” Now there’s a hint of fear in his eyes. “What did I do wrong?”

Okay. You need to handle this carefully. You lean back slightly, going back to holding his hands. The last thing you want is to make him feel like this is a battlefield, which is how you know some of his exes treated their relationship. You want him to feel safe with you, even when you have a disagreement.

“You know, people are constantly saying that you’re out of my league,” you say. His eyes widen, mouth opening to protest it, but you shake your head. You don’t lack self-confidence, but you know no one’s jaw’s dropping when you walk into a room. It doesn’t make you ugly, it just makes you, well, not Hyunjin. You're fine with it. There’s more to you than your looks, and you wouldn’t want people to be interested in you just for that anyway. You’re all too aware that a good half of Hyunjin’s issues in relationships come from that. “I don't care, but I got that before we were together, or—” Hm, this is getting into memories that sting a bit more. “Well, before I met you.”

Hyunjin swallows. It’s his turn to squeeze your hand, and the gentle attempt at comfort makes you smile. It encourages you to keep going, knowing that he’ll probably get it, and if he doesn’t, he’ll definitely try his best.

“Some guys I was, uh, interested in turned out to already be dating.” You shrug one shoulder. It’s not a big deal in and of itself, it’s something that definitely happens, especially if they’re people you run into at college parties. “So, some of their partners felt that had to make it clear to me that I was delusional to think I even had a chance with them. And it wasn’t just to let me know that the dudes were taken, it was to just— humiliate me.”

And it worked, too, at the time. Makes you want to give a hug to your former self, just thinking about it.

“So what I don’t get is why you’d want to do that,” you say, finally looking at Hyunjin again. “I know you, you’re never cruel to people. I wish you were less nice to some of the people around you. So why— why would you do that to a guy who, clearly, wasn’t a threat to you whatsoever?”

You find him staring at you, but he immediately looks away from you, cheeks and ears turning red.

“I’m sorry,” he says for the second time.

“I’m not mad,” you reply patiently. “I’m just trying to understand.”

He clears his throat, and runs a hand through his hair, which have started to dry by now. He opens his mouth, like he's ready to talk. And then he closes it again.

You tilt your head to the side. Okay. This is unexpected.

“It’s not like he wasn’t a threat,” he finally says under his breath.

Wait. Minho had a point? Hyunjin was jealous?

“What are you talking about,” you say more than you ask, trying not to sound like you’re in total disbelief — though you very much are.

“It’s—” He turns his head in the other direction, very much, very clearly blushing now. “He would get what you talk about, you know? What you do in class, your projects, your contests. He’s—” and he lowers his voice even more, muttering the last word like it’s personally offended him “smart.”

You can only stare. You almost want to laugh at what is, to you, an utterly absurd conclusion, but you, thankfully, manage to hold yourself back.

“Hyunjin, babe, do you think I don’t find you smart?”

There’s the hand in the hair again, as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“No, it’s just— I don’t get it. When you talk about it with Seungmin, or— or when you try to tell me what you’ve been doing, or— you didn’t even want me to come to the Olympiads.”

“Because I thought you’d be deathly bored.”

Somehow, most of the previous tension has evaporated now that the issue's out in the open. You feel impossibly relieved, and you realize how much this had all been weighing you down. Hyunjin seemed to be the same, his hand now coming to casually rest on your thigh. The two of you finally feel like you again.

“Because I wouldn’t understand,” he mumbles.

Ah, precious, dearest darling.

“So, what, do you think I would dump you for a dude who can integrate without a calculator?”

The blank stare Hyunjin gives you almost makes you crack.

“Hyunjin, darling, apple of my eye, light of my life, you might be the best person I know.” You shift on the couch, and it only takes one quick movement for you to be on top of him, legs on either side of his and arms around his neck. His breath hitches, and it makes you grin. “You’re a incredibly talented artist, you see things about the world that I don’t even notice exist, you’re capable of moving in a way that I can't even dream of, you’re kind, you’re loving, and yes, even if you're not the greatest mathematical mind to walk this earth, you’re smart.”

He looks up at you, lips parted, staring like you’re the only person in the world. You’re not the type to say these things much, usually trying to convey it with physical touch and other shows of affection. Right now, though, it seems like he definitely needed to hear them.

“Hyunjin,” you say, again, never getting tired of how his name rolls off your tongue, “I love you. There’s nothing about you that would make me doubt that.” Nor is there anything that should make him doubt that.

You’re not sure if you kiss him or if he kisses you, but you know that the kiss that follows is harsh, urgent, desperate. His hands grab onto your hips, dig into your skin, his mouth bites at yours feverishly, pushing himself up to meet you. Your hands are in his hair, pulling his head back to give yourself better access to his mouth, and you let him take charge of the pace, his tongue dancing with yours tantalizingly.

It makes it even more delightful when you roll your hips against him and feel him suddenly losing control. He grows hard under you in just seconds, and when you pull away his eyes are wide with need.

“Oh, you did miss me,” you can’t help but tease, though your voice is still soft. You feel lighter after the conversation, but it might still not be the time to get too intense.

Hyunjin whines in response, pushing himself up to kiss you again. Fuck, he’s hot.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,” you whisper with a very intentional shift or your hips, straight onto his hard-on.

You get up to get rid of your short and panties, and during that time, Hyunjin pushes his own pants down, cock standing to attention, precum already forming at the tip. Usually, you’d take the occasion to tease him, play with him a little bit, but you know that he’s not going to last long, and you want to give him everything tonight.

So you climb back onto his lap, kiss him again, and your hand makes its way down your body. You’re wet, too, but Hyunjin’s big, and you want to prepare yourself a little. Just as you’re about to insert a finger, a pleased shiver already running down your back, Hyunjin stops you, and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper when he presses his palm against your clit.

“Let me,” he whispers.

“Anything for you, baby,” you reply, though this is for you too, because when Hyunjin’s long finger push inside of you, spreading you open, you throw your head back and a moan escapes you.

Hyunjin works diligently, slowly pumping in and out of you. His thumb comes to brush against your clit, rubs against it with gentle movements, sending pleasure through every fiber of your body. His hands gets coated in your juices as he pushes a second finger inside, then a third. He’s quiet as he does so, but his other hand keeps tightening on your waist, and his cock is growing redder, leaking more and more precum by the second.

You finally wrap your hand around it, returning the favor, and immediately he loses his rhythm, letting out a whimper. He hunches forward, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t— I can’t keep going if you do that,” he mumbles, beautiful eyes staring pleadingly at you. Again, there’s that urge to tease him, and again, you resist it.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby,” you whisper as you give a slow pump around him, only providing light pressure because you don’t want it to be too much just yet. “And you’re already doing so, so good for me, it’s okay to stop now.”

You’re pretty sure you can take him already, but you keep him just there, fingers moving erratically inside you, as you set a slow pace around his cock. Moans and whines keep spilling past his lips as he buries his face in your shoulder, music to your ears, and you start pressing kisses against his neck, teeth grazing against the skin. Hyunjin gets louder — his neck’s always been sensitive, and when your tongue brushes against him just right, his hips jump up into your hand, which seems like the perfect signal.

You grab his wrist to stop his movements, and he takes it out of you, eyes meeting yours once more in expectation.

Hand around his cock to guide it, you let yourself sink onto him with a pleased moan. He always fills you so well, makes you feel so full— Fuck, either he’s a sex god or you’re really fucking whipped, because sex with him always makes you feel so good.

Hyunjin’s head rolls back onto your couch, hair spilling all over it, eyes closing as his mouth falls open. The sight’s perfect, but it’s also lewd, like the sound of your bodies together wasn’t enough for that.

“Mind if I move, babe?”

Okay, yeah, you’re teasing, but he just makes it so tempting for you.

“Yeah, hm, please— please do.”

A brief laughter escapes you at his broken plea and you push up in order to kiss him again, delicious, delicious friction forming between your legs at the movement.

“You’re perfect,” you purr against his mouth.

Then you start moving, hips rocking gently at first, and Hyunjin’s letting out high pitched whimpers. After a few seconds he manages to push himself from his position, head falling between your breasts. He lifts your shirt, which you hadn’t bothered taking off, and his hands come up to cup them, massaging them softly and carefully. A moan you’d been careful to hold back leaves your mouth then, but it’s only when he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, that they start falling uncontrollably. He glances up at you, and with one look at the sinful sight that is him with one of your breasts in his mouth, you’re gone.

Things get more frantic after that. You start moving quicker, chasing your own release as much as trying to give him his, and Hyunjin wraps both arms around your waist, no longer kissing your breasts. Instead, he buries his head in your neck again, erratic whimpers music to your ears. You hold tightly onto his shoulders, and though you don’t do it on purpose, you suspect you’re going to leave a mark there.

You come before he does, back arching with a loud cry as you do, but you don’t stop moving. You ride your orgasm with him still inside you, rubbing just right against him, then keep going though slower as your legs start shaking under you, but Hyunjin’s mostly too far gone to notice. You go back to kissing his neck, knowing with absolute certainty that if you flick your tongue against him just so—

Hyunjin comes without a warning, surprisingly quiet, mouth opened wide against your shoulder. You feel him spilling inside of you, whole body shaking underneath you. You keep kissing his neck, whispering soft words against him. How good you find him, how perfect, how much you love him.

You collapse onto each other. You rest your head on his chest; his fingers start absent-mindedly tracing patterns on the small of your back. You should move, should clean up, but fuck, you’ve missed him, you’ve missed this, you’ve missed the way his body feels against yours. You’re so lost in the post-orgasm bliss that you almost miss Hyunjin calling your name.

“Hm?” you reply lazily, glancing up at him. He’s purposefully not looking at you.

“I love you too,” he says. You tilt your head. He’s blushing again, like after all that’s just happened, that was the harder thing to admit. “I didn’t say it earlier. I love you.”

You know that. All the same, flowers bloom in your chest and despite feeling tired, your heart finds it in you to start beating faster. You love him. You love him so much you fear it will consume you sometimes.

“I love you more, babe.”

You believe it whole-heartedly when you say it, too. Hyunjin shakes his head, playful pout forming on his lips, and it hits you that he probably feels just the same.

And in that moment, everything in the world is perfect.

i think this is one of my favorite pieces i've written for this series, so hopefully you liked it too! exploring complex emotions is one of my favorite things to do in writing. i know i've said this in every piece, but please reblog this if you enjoyed it! it boosts my motivation a ton to see people liking my stuff, and so if you like my writing, commenting/reblogging is the best way of making me write more. i'll see you all soon for changbin's piece!

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―🌟TAGS ! fluff, angst, toxicity, hurt/comfort ish. 🎞 SUMMARY: ❛ fuck yo mind up, waste time. ❜ high hopes, unrealistic dreams, empty promises, and bottles of expensive ass champagne is the foundation of the relationship between the two. ⋆ ★ w/c: 1.1k . . . . . ☢ content warnings: a lilllll teeny tiny bit (a lot a bit) of toxicity... (its brent idk what you expected), comfort if you squint n bend your morals a bit, suggestive-ish themes, brent is a lil sassy cause why tf not, use of the n word, and ermm..lmk if i missed anything else!! ― 🔖 one , two .

ʚ 𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 ! 👁️‍🗨️

omg, omg, omg, hiii!!!! this is like..my first fic on tumblr and my first piece of writing in a whileee, but i wanted to write something cause i kinda sorta have nothing on my account 😭. and this fic lowkey has like a toxic relationship in mind for their relationship but its not overly toxic. (i understand the whole media for impressionable audiences thing but just scroll past it if you not fw it, relaxxx.) so this is just a lil sumn for and to get the hang of things, so let me know if you like it!! feedback is definitely appreciated, but not harsh feedback cause im lowkey sensitive 🥲. i also do not condone, romanticize, or encourage toxic, abusive, or unhealthy relationships!! this is purely just a work of fiction. enjoy!

© don't steal my shit gang. kinda proofread, will be edited.

It started off with a few stolen glances and a sudden gift disguised as a piece of chocolate cake arriving at your table… 

“Courtesy of the table across from you.”  

And it’s been history ever since. 

“I know you seen me looking at you, you know how to grab a nigga’s attention fasho.”

“Mhm, you know you playing wit’ fire right?”

“Fire aint nothing forreal if you know how to handle it.” 

He was always finding some way to make you fold and he knew exactly what he was doing too. Stringing you on with quick but sensual kisses, “I gotchu, jus’ be patient.” licking his lips whenever the energy of his heated stares was matched by you, his hands rhythmically rubbing up and down your thighs, his eyes always being locked on you whenever you spoke. . .There was no way in hell you were going to make it out unscathed. 

Quick and flirty banter is definitely a pillar in you guy’s relationship, feeling comfortable enough to go back and forth with each other.

“Don’t miss me too much! i’ll see you soon, baby.”

“Dont miss you too much? I’ll be missing you the whole week, ma.” 

He loved buying you bracelets and necklaces with his or your name engraved on them, cute lil’ bags he be seeing you eyeing whenever you walk through Chanel, giving you personalized free VIP access to his shows, shit...sending drivers to pick you up and bring you to said shows. And he always made sure you ate and did whatever you needed to do.

“You eat? Nah fuck that, you hungry?” 

“...Maybe.”

“...Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Brent is definitely a sweet-heart in the beginning, well...in his own little way. He’s a romantic but not hopeless. He knew how to show you he cared while also not overplaying his part and things would definitely need time to build up into an actual relationship too. You weren’t stupid, you knew that even though you knew him on a deeper level than all the fame and even as far as to say you knew him as Christopher, he’s still gonna Brent Faiyaz at the end of the day. There were still going to be precautions, external problems, internal problems, and then internal problems egged on by the external ones; loving him was going to be anything but easy. But your connection started to change in different ways too, the relationship would start off with lots of excitement and rose-tinted lenses until feelings started growing and shit got serious; you was thinking it was going to give Jackie Brown and a dash of search & rescue baby...but in reality, it's giving what you heard and session 32 😭. (coughs in this nigga has avoidant attachment issues) 

As soon as he realized what you two had going on was developing into something deeper, he started getting distant. Missing calls, ignoring texts, even coming up with half-assed excuses for missed dates and blowing you off. 

“My bad, I had a lot of shit going on.” 

“I was in the studio, you know how it be, y/n.”

 “I got too caught up in London, that shit was crazy.” 

“You think i could call you back though?” 

And soon the arguments came and you two started staying mad at each other for days on end, not even bothering to try and smooth things over like in the beginning of the relationship. It was hard and it gave you a lot of anxiety. You wouldn't say that you felt unsafe perse, but you definitely didn't feel comfortable. “You mean to tell me that you can't answer the fucking phone for three seconds, Chris??” You shouted, frustration built up in your voice and it was obvious that you were fed the fuck up. It didn't help that the man sitting in front of you was quick to roll his eyes and smack his teeth, but what definitely didn't help was his smart-ass mouth. “Ain't nobody tell you to hit my jack and start losing yo shit, y/n. That's the shit that be blowing me.” 

“I don’t hear from you for days and you expect me to not get worried? You’re mad at me for giving a fuck about you??”

“Whatever, man.”

The whole thing would just progressively get worse as you two went back and forth. you saying petty shit while he just dismissed your feelings until he decided that he would just tell you shit you wanted to hear so the situation would be deaded.

 “I’m sorry, y/n...” he’d say soothingly in your ear, massaging your hips in circular motions as you’d lay your head on top of his chest, close to where his heart beats. “You know I be missing you like crazy. you can't stay mad at me for too long, baby.” and he was right. This routine repeated and repeated itself over and over again until he stopped ‘comforting’ you and just seemingly stopped caring altogether. 

“Nah bro, you tweakin’.” 

“Okay, y/n. stop calling my phone then, problem solved.”

“And you swear you don’t see how your point doesn’t make sense?”

“You got it, y/n.”

With time, you two just broke away from each other, but never ended things officially. It went from short brief phone calls to text messages and eventually, those stopped too. A hole was left in your chest and you couldn’t help but feel as if you wasted your time, continuously punishing yourself because you gave out a part of yourself you won't get back ━ but you couldn’t help but miss him. You’d find yourself compensating for his absence, making two plates of everything, migrating to his unspoken side of the bed, never taking the flowers he got you out of the vase you put them in; even though they long withered away. “I can't believe this nigga got me out here wasting food, groceries are expensive...Eggs are almost four fucking dollars! I can't do this shit, I need to get a grip and be fucking forreal.” 

But let's not pretend he didn’t find himself trying to make sense of your absence, too. 

⋆ ⤏ FINAL WORDS ! 📢 honestly this doesn't feel like it's 1k+ words but it is 😭. i'm so tired chile and i start school in 4 hours. i'm actually content with how this came out, fw it!!

PART TWO COMING SOON.

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[syrstab]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ FURINA HEADCANNONS!

a/n - im lowkey kinda proud of this idk why lol + i was randomly admiring furina and js thought of some cute hcs :P also its quite short, i just couldnt think of anymore lol)

sfw + fluff!

(unrealistic) furinas music taste would be acc SO random, like one day she’d be listening to drake and then the ‘Home’ movie spotify playlist (i might’ve been listening to the home playlist when writing this)

she once asked you what your favourite colour was, and then attempted to dye a small strand of hair that colour (she drastically failed, and just gave up on that idea but gave you a cute hydro slime plushie as a thanks for helping her clean up)

furina gave you a pretty pink seashell she found whilst walking beside the beach and said; “it’s pretty, just like you!”

she actually really enjoys when you twirl the little hair that sticks up around your finger, even though she acts like she hates it “stop that! you’re ruining my hair!” she huffed (she secretly likes how it looks when it’s all curly wurly)

she often takes off her little top hat and places it on your head (even if the blue hat doesn’t match with your outfit, she insists that you wear it.)

furina LOVES swimming with you. as she can walk on water, she find it funny how you have to swim and not her. (though she sometimes piggybacks you)

[bug-fics]

I need posh boy old money king steve turned hero to fall in love with the (and i mean this affectionately) the most grubby slob of a girl ever. Like imagine clean, put together Steve “the hair” Harrington with the type of girl who sleeps in her makeup, has acne, lives in a trailer park, is like missing a front tooth from fucking around with her friends or like from eating shit on a skateboard, just a greasy, grungy, stoner, dude bro type girl.

The switch from being in love with princess Nancy wheeler, to flirting with these cute preppy girls at work, to befriending and falling for this walking garbage pile who is super sarcastic and bitchy, burps in ppls faces as a joke, never has her shoes tied, wears dirty wife beaters and flannels with ripped up patchy jeans that have grass stains on them.

I’m TIRED of soft clean small preppy characters who get emotional and are so shy and quiet. I just feel like the dynamic would be so fun and Steve would have like a moral dilemma like he did when Dustin convinced him he had a crush on Robin.

They would meet through Eddie or Robin and she’s just like the walking loser and at first Steve is like off-put bby her behavior bc like gross but like finds himself falling for her or something idk I didn’t think that far ahead but I need more diverse readers bc all of them are pink frilly preppy shy girls or soft bookworms which are great but like… JUST THINK ABOUT NEW DYNAMICS!!

as a writer (I rlly can’t call myself a writer) I try to make reader loud and confident and outgoing bc every other reader fits in the soft girl aesthetic. I need bitchy, messy, dirty, adventurous, loud, just grubby girls! Dirty bed sheets, trashed rooms, scuffed shoes, ketchup stains idk it doesn’t even have to be a Steve fic literally any fic in this fandom could have this type of dynamic bc reader personalities are lacking in diversity lowkey and I love grubby

OMG LIKE IMAGINE NANCY X GRUBBY READER!! Fuck Steve this, this right here would be such a hilarious dynamic and I NEED it. Nancy is like the opposite of what I described she’s pretty, and clean, and headstrong, and focused. With like a dirty adhd tomboy gf (ronance but grubbier) like it’s so perfect.

Even Robin with a gf who like has no concern for her own safety and Robin is spitting facts about how the mold growing on the cups on R’s bedside table could result in life or death sickness or something idk it would be so perfect

I LOVE GRUBBY DIRTY GIRLS I’m tired of unrealistic cleanliness in fics girls are gross and it’s ok

[mamawasatesttube]

i'm sure you'll get a million kons so I'M going to say uhhh ma, lois, and jon! just for funsies.

YEAAA LETS GO!!!!

ma first <3

Headcanon A:  realistic

she has a bit of a paranoid streak. it comes from years of raising a child that people would want to take, would treat as an other, and would fear rather than love, if they knew; she never let clark know while he was growing up, but she was always on the lookout for anyone suspicious trying to keep tabs on him. even after she's empty-nesting, she can't quite shake the habit.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

obsessed with aliens. i'm stealing this from you because it's literally SO fun like hsdjdjks someone take this woman to roswell!!!

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

when they told her someone stole kon's body from his grave, she was catatonic for a full day and couldn't speak for another three. losing a child for the second time hit her hard.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

she's lowkey immortal or at least very long-lived. it's fine she's gonna be alive and kicking for a while even if she IS getting up in years. it's fine!

the other two under a cut for length <3

lois!!!! lois lane my friend lois lane!!!!

Headcanon A:  realistic

she's a city girl through and through. she's used to going to new places on assignments, but the first time clark takes her to the farm and asks her if she wants to feed the chickens, she's a little taken aback, and he shows her how. it's one of many points she looks back on very fondly in their romance.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

one time clark turned off autocorrect and spellcheck on her phone and their friends all genuinely thought she was drunk texting the group chat

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

she knows that she would kill for clark, but she also knows that it'd break his heart if she ever did. this can go many ways from here, and most of them can hurt quite badly.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

i just want her to eviscerate tana moon with a shotgun. is that really so much to ask?

AND NOW BABY TIME. JON LETS GO

Headcanon A:  realistic

the jon @ kon hero worship is so real. he has posters, and also he got a cool-looking jacket to try to emulate his cool big brother, and. and. and he may or may not have severely fucked hecked messed up his hair trying to shave it like kon does,

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

this is actually 100% realistic. he steals things from kon shamelessly and kon can't even be mad about it bc he's too cute. jon knows this and knows that's how he will get away with it for life. wow kon that's a really cool looking sweater you just bought! would be even cooler-looking in JON'S closet instead >:3

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

even after kon's alive again, jon does NOT cope well with media in which siblings die. do not let him watch big hero 6. do NOT let him play "brothers: a tale of two sons". (the ending of this game makes him bawl and beg kon to come home. he can't actually click the buttons even if he wants to see the story through. kon has to do that for him, with ttk, bc he isn't allowed to let go of jon at all.)

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

no volcano prison aging up or whatever, obviously. he and damian are besties and damian makes jon sneak him out to the farm when krypto and another dog have puppies. shenanigans ensue. there are super puppies involved.

[kaylasfos]

about my cm s/i ... questions taken from this post !!

other than with your f/o(s), how are your insert’s relationships with other characters like? have they made any close friends or enemies+ how did that happen?

my best friends are absolutely emily and penelope. jj and i are also close, but we don't get to see each other often because of her family commitments. also, we sort of fell off after she confessed her love to my husband while they were being held hostage.

derek has always been like an older brother to me. he also lowkey wingman-ed me and spencer for a long time. i grew up around rossi a lot because he was good friends with my father, so i see him as an uncle.

what about their reputation, are they well known outside of their circle? what do others initially think or assume about them?

i worked in hostage negotiation before i joined the bau, and there i was known pretty well. i hate to brag, but i was very good at my job there and was on my way to a promotion before i transferred.

what were your f/o(s) first impression of them? vice versa, what was your insert’s first impression of your f/o(s)?

i've talked about this a lot, but spencer initially was pretty standoffish towards me. i didn't have anything against him, in fact i thought he was sweet, but he didn't seem to want to talk to me. this led to a confrontation where i asked him why he hated me so much, and he admitted he just "gets nervous around pretty girls".

what’s one thing you and your self insert(s) have in common?

our hobbies! we both really enjoy reading and writing in our free time. our personalities are largely the exact same.

what’s one thing you and your self insert(s) don’t have in common?

my s/i isn't nearly as sensitive as i am. being in the fbi, you can't let things get to you too much.

what is your insert’s moral alignment?

neutral good. i respect authority, but i won't tolerate injustice or being disrespected.

give us a little bit of information about your insert! could be basic (name, age, height), stuff relevant to the source (abilities, class type, affiliations, etc.) or just fun facts you really want to talk about!

kayla orton, 5'3"

how would they spend their day to day in your f/os’ universe? do they have a job or any other daily commitment? a routine they follow?

most of my time is spent at the bau office. when i'm not there or on a case, i'm relaxing at home. sometimes spencer and i have movie nights, and every third friday of the month, the bau girls go out for drinks.

does your insert come into the story and what part do they play in it? how do they fit into everything, and how does the story change with them involved?

cm is more of an episodic show than anything, but i do play into some of the overarching plots. most notably, i was the only person to actually reach out to spencer after revelations and make sure he was doing okay. i helped him through withdrawals and that made us much closer.

also, the maeve plotline just did not happen. she does not exist. boo. that plot is instead replaced with me being kidnapped by the replicator (the unsub of that season, who was replicating previous crimes solved by the bau). he was attempting to replicate spencer's kidnapping from s2, but he didn't get far enough to drug me, luckily.

give us a brief (or not-so-brief) summary of their backstory! how did they end up wherever they are? memorable moments? etc.

oh man, i made a whole timeline of my s/i a while ago! here it is :)

when & how do they get introduced to your f/os?

first day on the job, my desk was next to his!

what about their fashion & aesthetic? what kind of clothes do they usually/like to wear for the everyday, or when they’re all dressed up for some special event?

usually business casual & comfortable enough to run after unsubs if needed. it's often stuff like this:

^ is it anything practical you would wear irl, or is it a little unrealistic and purely for the sake of having a cool design?

i'd wear most of that irl! it's cute and professional :3

if your insert were to become a canon character, how would they be treated by fandom? do you think they would get misinterpreted a lot?

i think i'd often get misinterpreted as the sunshine-y & innocent one. i also think a lot of reid girls wouldn't like me.

how does your insert look like: are they an exact copy of you? are they you, but with minor adjustments? (e.g they have a tattoo, different hairstyle or eye color, etc)

they're me, just a little older and more mature.

what does their living environment look like? is it minimally decorated, messy or super high tech & futuristic? is it a place you could actually/want to live in?

my apartment kind of a controlled chaos space. there's lots of plants and books as decorations. it's very bright and i try to let in as much sunlight as possible. it's a happy space, somewhere i can get away from work. something very much like this:

does your insert have any family? (whether it be familial f/os, ocs, pets or people based off your actual family)

my father helped to found the bau with gideon and rossi, but he passed away when i was young. because of that, i saw the two of them (rossi more often) a lot and they became like uncles to me.

as of criminal minds: evolution, spencer and i have three children: annabel, jason, and ruthie (oldest to youngest). annabel was born around s10, jason around s13, and ruthie after we left the bau after the finale in s15.

[strawberryshortcakegirl]

Rewatching Episode 1.01 of HSMTMTS

Me and @organic-guacamole are gonna be rewatching HSMTMTS. I'm a big fan of this series so it's gonna be fun rewatching this series knowing what happens in the future.

me recognizing that big red did NOT grow that mustache he was anticipating for :(

"nothing about bad news or needing to have a big talk" oh don't worry ricky you'll have that big talk when yall break up in season 2 :D

ricky being able to deal with a "hey" text is unbelievable. whenever i get a "hey" text i start questioning my worth and what i did wrong to not deserve a "hi!" or something like that-

Nini's hair is so different. it's a lot shorter, it's a light brown color too

"And that's why we work" proceeds to break up with her 3 minutes later... this is why we ship ricky x therapy forever instead of rini

Nini's room is literally my dream room. it's so pretty- the room lights, the pink curtains, the hanging chair.... i'm jealous

olivia's riff on "guess i'm saying i don't not looooove you" is seriously beautiful

principal guiterriez or however you spell it, why would you tell the whole school that miss jenn's announcement wouldn't cost too much money...?

Oh back when Nini's biggest dream was getting the lead... oh how times change

mr. mazzara being able to pay for ad-free spotify but not me makes me question my life

i love how mr. mazzara says "we don't call colleagues sweetie" but i'm sure s2 mr. mazzara would LOVE that 😏

EJ actually isn't being completely stupid about going to auditions in costume. It actually does make a difference. It can represent confidence and help the director picture you playing that character. For those who are about to do an audition: maybe don't go FULLY in costume but wear something similar to what the character would wear.

"is he (ej) the best, or is he the best?" every hsmtmts fan

NINI'S GRANDMA IS QUEEN

"and you don't have the hair for it!" big red predicting type casting

POP OFF SOFIA WYLIE

i'm just saying they should give gina a character that dances, not gabriella who barely does (like even taylor dancing during stick to the status quo was lowkey out of character)

EJ'S "YES!!" REACTION WHEN MISS JENN GIVES HIM THE TROY SCRIPT WHY ISN'T THIS A GIF

also hate on ej and nini all you want, but we have to talk about how ej gave her courage to say "no, i want to audition for gabriella"

i am kinda mad that miss jenn gets info about the students through carlos. already shows bias.

ej should've gotten troy and i will forever stand by that.

nini using a british accent when she's nervous was never brought up ever again in the series. i wish they did, it was cute

"troy would've arrived on time" i've converted many friends to hsmtmts fans and every time they watch that scene they recognize that carlos is 100% wrong

ej seeing ricky do the phone flashlight thing and doing the same is much more cringey than i remembered

awww big red being a supportive best friend to see ricky's audition (even though he advised against it)

ricky attempting to act is the most relatable thing about this show

in ricky's defense, the greatest showman can be pretty unrealistic

OKAY theatre directors learn from miss jenn and post the cast list immediately (looking at my theatre director who waits three weeks)

I will forever laugh at HSMTMTS cursing once the whole series 🤡

[chryblossomjjk]

My inner villan morticia addams is SCREAMING after practice 3 🤧🤧 idk why I lowkey wanted to be unrequited love like JAYKAY be like okay BYE BYE BITCH I DON'T DO RELATIONSHIP NOR love you THE SADIST BITCH I WANTED TO BE AT THE VERY VIOLATED MOMENT AND THEN CRY in corner about it 😫👹👹

But I knew it from the beginning that this exhibition of his is going to be all about oc 🙌🏻✨😌 I just knew it all from the start well not me thinking of her portraits and just all her pictures 🫣 but it was so much better then what I had in my cat Brain ♥here'S a BOOTY shake for you as a reward♥

I'm HAPPY ABOUT THEM ATLAST MY OC GOT HER PUSSY WARRIOR A FIGHTER MAN who can fight for her pussy keep it safe 💪🏻💥🤛🏼🤺🏇🗡️💨 and can be Bruce Lee 🥷

😫😫😫 I really wanna say this to all the 3.970 billion men out there especially straight men 😖😒 to learn somthing from this practice jaykay like BITCH 😤 HE KNOWS how to please a woman in all way

he literally can f🍈🍈k you in all mood ✨✨✨ who just knows how to fuck in all possible way 🫠 who is not selfish and let you come first Everytime 😾

At the end I just love the way you have accomplished and win my heart with that smut and writing keep giving it to me Kiki (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ and I will keep dancing for you 💃🏻💃🏻

(⁠ ͝⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ͡⁠°⁠) also I'm super excited for our NEXT jaykay sexy dripness I'm all spread out for NEXT

= sexy 🌶️ daddy anon

BBY I LOVE YOU !!!

i know quite a few people wanted or expected it to be unrequited love, so i hope the lil firework breadcrumb changed the mood lol. i don’t think it turned out to be as big of a reveal as i thought it would but HEY TIS OKAY LOL 💗

also cat brain is v smart n cute !! i think jk liked the idea without oc! but when his feelings morphed from a little crush into something more he was like hmmm…. what if i just… slip this in here n see how she reacts 👀

and the whole reason the series even started was bc kiki had a wild fantasy of a man actually caring about making their partner feel good 😪 ik guys, so sorry for how unrealistic this was LMAO (jokes but… am i wrong? 🤨)

thank you so much for reading and taking the time to send this. really does mean a lot to me! love you so very much bby!

kiki needs to get back on her smut game!!! i feel like the last two were mid. putting my whole jkussy into this next wip. sexy morally ambiguous dilf uGh we love to see it. 💗

[demonbanger]

Fi(r)st Place

Switch! FReader x Sanemi

Pairing: Switch! Fem! Reader x Sanemi

18+ content/ ⚠️ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I will smite thee

Writing Length: One-shot

SFT Warnings: Modern! AU, established relationship, cuddling, kissing, cuties are passionate

NSFT Warnings: Sanemi and reader are both switches apparently, aggressive reader and aggressive Sanemi aka just Sanemi being himself, it wasn’t discussed before though, fisting (may be unrealistic but idk I fisted a man before so), choking, slapping, scratching, spanking mention, ass eating, hand job, grinding, vaginal sex, slight degradation, rough sex, mistress kink, teasing for a long time, PWP lowkey.

@knyplaymatemansion fic 💕

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Sanemi is aggressive, obviously. Absolutely loves dominating you. If he didn’t hold back each time he fucked you, every piece of furniture in the house would’ve been broken the first week you moved in together.

You are a tough cookie for being able to handle what this guy can give, which is often multiple rounds, he doesn’t give a fuck. If you act out he will definitely punish you and set you straight (aka make it so you can’t walk straight lmao) but his aftercare is very sweet. If your ass is bright red he’ll give it kisses and soothing aloe after cleaning you off and carrying you to the bed.

You like it rough…..but soon you’ll find out he likes it rough too. Ever since you met him you always wondered if you were right in seeing through his aggro nature and seeing something soft. Dating him you find right away that he’s a sweetie, a gentleman, and just has a really tough exterior that he shows to the rest of the world. So, what if it takes some time for even more different pieces of his person to show as you both get to know each other? Always new things for you to learn about this guy…

Something switches in you to find out. Sanemi is being a wise ass one specific day and you almost want to put him in line for a change. Making fun of you a little bit in a loving way but you banter back, getting a bit annoyed because man this bastard knows how to push your buttons. He loves seeing that you’re actually getting so into the bantering. Loves riling you up in the same way you rile him up by being a brat.

“Maybe you’re grumpy ‘cuz you just need dick, sweetheart, I can help with that,” he teases, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You’re standing and get even closer to him, hugging his neck and looking in his eyes. “No, actually I think you need dick, though I’m afraid it would shove that stick up your ass to the point of no return,” you say with false sweetness lacing your voice.

Oh. He smirked. He loved that you were bold enough to give it right back to him. You were mean to him sometimes and he loved when his doll talked back. He got hard the one time you jokingly told him to go fuck himself when you were at the pool one day and he pushed you right into the ice cold water.

“You’ve got such a tongue on you, cute lil’ thing. Always barking but no bite though. What do you think you’re gonna get done talking to me that way when you know I can so easily wreck you babe?”

Your eyes darken and you chuckle. “Oh, be very worried. Don’t fuck with me. I bite,” you say, slowly getting on him, straddling his lap. You feel him hardening a bit under you at the action and decide you like where this teasing game is going.

“M’yeah? Is that so,” his voice dropped an octave or two. You see him looking down your body and watching you move on top of him to “get comfy,” and his nostrils are flaring and his breathing is getting much heavier.

“Yeah,” you say huskily, and you initiate the kiss, your hands digging into his hair to bring his head forward, which makes him let out a little moan. Usually it’s him who leads kisses but he is NOT complaining.

Your tongues dance, and then they wrestle, and then they’re fighting for dominance. His hand that’s not supporting him sitting has wandered down your low back, and is creeping lower and lower to cup your ass. Your fingers are buried in his hair and one hand is squeezing the back of his neck possessively, and you bite his lower lip, making him gasp at your sudden aggression. He’s a bit confused because he had no idea you were more than pliant and subby, and now he’s rock hard and probably wet at this point wondering if you’ll do anything more.

You lean forward and he lets your weight push him down onto the bed and your hands wander to his scarred chest. “If you don’t stop being such a fucking brat, ‘Nemi, I might just have to give you new scars to join yours, maybe they’ll have a party.” Your nails rake down his chest hard enough where you know it hurts and you expect him to say something, but he moans, looking up at you with lust-lidded eyes that sparkle almost like he’s…..slipping into sub-space????????

Damn seeing the white haired muscular man like this is so hot. He’s so big and sure you’re buff too but he’s larger than you, and you know he could easily flip you both like flipping a crepe but he doesn’t. He’s not resisting at all.

“So I see you’re being good, after all,” you continue, kissing his forehead, then his cheek, then his jawbone. “Good boy.”

“Ah-mmm” he whines quietly as you attack his neck, sucking and biting as pay back for all the times he’s marked you up.

You grind into his dick and look down at him. “What was that?” You ask, “I didn’t hear you, baby.” He bites his lip to keep quiet. Sigh…guess you’ll have to do a lot more to make him cry.

SMACK!!! You slap his face and his cock twitches. He gasps like: “😧🥴” and you cup his chin in your hand, “I asked you to repeat yourself and you met me with silence, I don’t really appreciate bad manners, big boy. You’re going to have to do better than that.”

He’s still playing along which has you absolutely shook still. “Ok, I’ll do better,” he says sweetly. Your hand moves down to hold his throat lightly. “It’s ‘yes ma’am,’ to you. Try again.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good job baby, just like that.” You pet his hair with your free hand and give him a sweet kiss while choking him a bit. His neck is so thick though so you realize you need to use both hands to get this man to actually be lightheaded. He’s looking so so turned on and you want to ride him like this but first you plan to tease him. It’s almost as if he is privy to your plan as his hands are at your hips and he’s trying to squirm under you to get some stimulation.

Much to his dismay you break the contact, get up, and take off your clothes so you’re in your lingerie and he’s eyeing you hungrily, giving you puppy eyes. “Sorry sweetie but you’re going to have to be patient before you can fuck me, I want to have some fun with my boy before we do that. Okay?” He lets out a very frustrated, sweet little “mhmm,” and it’s crazy because this is the Wind Hashira who fuckin fights viciously and slays demons but here he is under you letting you boss him around looking up at you, anticipating your next move and pleading to stuff his cock inside you.

He’s so obedient, you love it. “Soon,” you whisper, as you keep kissing down from his neck, to sucking on his collarbone, and groping his muscular man tiddy , squeezing and pushing it up. You keep kissing down until you reach his chest and decide to give his other nipple an experimental tongue swirl to which he lets out a “ahhh~🌸” you chuckle darkly. “Is everything okay?”

He’s breathing sooo heavily. “Yes, I’m just sensitive there, be careful—aH!!!” you’re pinching his pretty pink nipple softly and rolling it between your fingers, rubbing it, licking the other one, going ham, “like this?”

He’s moaning and you feel each time his poor cock twitches as you continue the torture and grind down, deciding to move to press a leg in between his to offer some friction as you unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. His delicious length springs right out, thick and long and absolutely leaking with a pink tip glazed with his precum. “Oh, Sanemi, you’re such a little whore, with no boxers on at all, such a bad fucking boy,” you grab his dick and slap it a few times against his stomach, and rub your thumb on his head to spread the wetness. He has a cute little spot of precum on his stomach from when his dick slapped it. You move up his shaft and back down to spread his precum for smoother movements. He’s so fucking wet for you, you’re both eating this shit right up.

You kiss down his abs, which are clenching and sweating and he’s desperately wishing it could be something other than your hand around him right now. Too bad for him, he should beg if he wants it badly enough.

You continue pumping his cock at a leisurely pace as you move down and begin to lick and nip at his soft inner thighs, drawing more beautiful gasps and moans than what’s already coming out of him. “M-ma’am?” He’s blushing, some hair sticking to his face, long white eyelashes fluttering so prettily in contrast to his scars. You look at him questioningly so he continues, “Ma’am please?”

“Please what?”

“I want you, please?” You shake your head at his clumsy request and torment him more.

“Sorry, Ken doll, I have other plans and you need to be patient. Then maybe you’ll have me if you keep being so good for me.” You tease his tip with your tongue, pumping him still, and lick down his shaft, to swirl your tongue around his balls. He swears has never moaned this much in his life, and you on top of him is doing things.

Your mouth is getting a bit more curious after playing with his balls. It moves down …dangerously down. It’s hard to go past his sweet blush pink taint so you try and scoop his heavy legs up and hold up his muscular thighs. “Baby, do me a favor and hold them,” you ask and he does so, anxious to see what you do next.

Your hands grip his ass and spread him wide and you’re going in. Down his gooch, licking around his little hole, which smells and tastes so sweet. Sanemi is squirming slightly under you. And you’re sure his face is blushing deeply. “Ah, hah…Y/N, please—nmmmmh—slow down! Slow down!” You show him you really don’t give a shit and keep attacking his delicious asshole , up and down, around and around his rim, getting him nice and wet. A hand moves to grab his dick again while you do this. The big sweetie under you is going belligerent. You could listen to his moans all day they’re so hot. So you decide to make more come out of him as you tease his puckered hole some more with your tongue, spit on it, and slowly push in a finger. Mission success. Sanemi is Loud.

His hands are still holding his legs up so good and he spreads himself a little more for you. You spit on his hole again and slip in a second finger. “You are so so tight, ‘Nemi, doing so good,” you coo and he’s whimpering curses. Your hand gripping his cock moves up to his leaking head while you scissor him. You find a soft spongey spot that makes him squeeze you and moan even louder, so you’re sure you found his g spot and keep going.

He’s slurring his words, “it feels so good, oh my fucking gods, fuck, fUCK” you’re experimentally putting in a third finger.

This keeps going until you put in a fourth finger and your added spit is the lube for you to continue spreading his silky walls. Something possesses you to keep going and he’s so pliant and trusting of you anyways so you want to try something to go deeper inside him. A fifth finger. You’ve been teasing his cock so slowly so he doesn’t cum just yet. You’re not sure how long you’ve been doing this but you can tell by how heavy and full his balls look that his load is going to be big. Now you are knuckles deep and you go a little bit further, other hand moving to his thigh to comfort him as you go to slowly fist him and it’s driving him crazy. He’s begging and moaning and cursing. All of it. And it’s the best music your ears could ever hear.

Your hand moves up to work his cock again and it’s too much for him, your boyfriend is way way stimulated now, and you feel him getting close. “Cum for me, baby,” you say sweetly, and he absolutely does come undone, practically sobbing as his ass clenches around your fist and cum spatters all over his abs. You slowly take out your fist and move to kiss his forehead, seeing he has tears in his eyes and is so turned on. Who knew Sanemi would be so good at being submissive?!

But the Wind Pillar is extremely strong and has immense stamina, so you ask if he’d like to be cleaned up or if he wants your pussy. He just asks to be held 🥺 so you lay on top of him hugging him and he’s so at peace. You are about to ask him if he liked that but all of a sudden like a wrestler he flips you both over so his musclebound form is on top of you.

“You’re pretty hot when you’re fisting a grown ass man,” his voice is back to its deep, dominant gruffness, “but now it’s my turn to have some fun with you and get what I’ve been wanting.” He puts a large hand around your neck and quickly stuffs a finger inside your pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb and he sighs. You make a shocked moan, gosh just one thick rough finger of his feel so good already. “It looks like my baby girl got so wet dominating me, how funny that we both love that and it took so long for that to come out.”

He goes to kiss you and this time his tongue easily dominates yours. He does not give a damn if you ate his ass out. You try and be a bit bratty because unlike him when he’s at the bottom, you like to sometimes give him a hard time so he’s rougher. He takes your hands and pins them above your head.

You try to wrestle with him, key word is try. He puts a quick stop to any chances of you winning and pins your hips down while moving so he’s holding your wrists in one hand. He laughs at your struggle and still pins you down as he rubs his tip against your sopping wet entrance. Yes. He is rock hard again. Sanemi thrusts his head inside you and just like every time, you gasp at how big he feels.

Slowly he sheaths himself in you with no prep at all, and you’re struggling to stretch around him. Now you’re the one to cry out as he smiles. “You took so long to let me cum, I might just do the same to you,” he says.

He spends the night doing just that, fucking at a bruising pace and stopping/ going slower when you’re close. Until you’re the one crying and begging. He’ll let you cum eventually. And then you’ll be so overstimulated by then that tears run down your face and you eventually both clean up and sleep, forgetting what even started this in the first place. You both go to the sex store to buy a strap on, the very next day.

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Well guys that was my first lil ficlet I’ve ever written and first smut lol so let me know what you think and if you have any requests, ask away! I want to get better at this but I know I have to start somewhere 😭

—DemonBanger

[dadbodosamu]

what’s my name? [daddy] || part 3

Stepdad Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem Reader x Miya Atsumu

WARNINGS: pseudoincest (stepdad and uncle), threesome, daddy kink, creampie, cum eating, lowkey miyacest but not really, anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), double penetration, painal, anal fingering, light degradation, dacryphilia, rimming (kinda), UNREALISTIC AND UNSANITARY SEX DON’T DO THIS

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part one || part two || part three

“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.

Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, palming his cock through grey sweatpants.

“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”

“U-uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim, still sitting on Osamu’s softening cock.

“What is it, doll? Tell Uncle Tsumu what ya want,” Atsumu says, coming up behind you. His hands run down your sides and back up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

“Want Uncle Tsumu to fuck me,” you breathe, bucking your hips as he pinches your nipples. Osamu hisses from the overstimulation under you.

“Yeah? Ya want this?” Atsumu asks, moving one hand to grab his bulge. You nod.

“Want you to fill me up, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say, rolling your hips. Osamu’s cock twitches deep inside you, beginning to harden again.

“Want me to cum inside yer ass while Samu fucks yer cute, little cunt? Ya said ya would take both of us, doll,” Atsumu says, twisting your nipple. You moan lightly and grab Atsumu’s forearm.

“Wanna be full,” you moan as Osamu bounces you lightly on his fully hard cock.

“Is daddy not enough for ya, doll?” Atsumu asks, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“Tsumu,” Osamu growls, squeezing your hips tighter.

“Daddy fills me up so well,” you say, running your hands down Osamu’s muscular chest. Osamu thrusts into you hard, pulling a broken moan from your lips.

“Stop hoggin’ her,” Atsumu says, pulling you up and off of Osamu’s cock. You let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness. Osamu’s cum pours out of you, running down your thighs and your eyes burn.

“Daddy!” You cry, reaching out for him.

“She’s not a fuckin’ toy, Atsumu,” Osamu sneers. Atsumu rolls his eyes as he carries you to his room.

“Are ya comin’ or not? How are we both supposed to fuck her on the couch?” Atsumu calls.

“Damn it, Atsumu,” Osamu swears, tucking his wet cock into his pants and following.

“Feel empty,” you pout. Atsumu lays you on his plush mattress gently.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna fill ya up real nice,” Atsumu says. He spreads your legs wide before pushing them up to your chest, revealing your messy cunt. Osamu’s cum oozes out of you, running down to Atsumu’s sheets.

“Daddy,” you whine as Osamu appears next to Atsumu.

“What is it, baby girl? Tell daddy and Uncle Tsumu what you want,” Osamu says. Atsumu catches the cum leaking out of you and slowly pushes it back in. You let out a small moan.

“I think I want her sloppy cunt, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, sliding two fingers in you.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you moan as he scissors his fingers, needlessly stretching you out.

“Why don’t ya prep her ass, then?” Osamu suggests, pulling his shirt off. “Bet her little hole is so tight. Ya got lube, Tsumu?”

“Middle drawer,” Atsumu says, pointing at his nightstand. “Bet I won’t need it. She’s so fuckin’ wet, she’s makin’ a spot on the sheets.”

Atsumu pulls his fingers out with a lewd, squelching sound and presses one finger against your tight asshole.

“Ts-Tsumu,” you choke as he slowly pushes his pointer finger in. “H-hurts so good.”

“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Atsumu grunts. “She’s suckin’ my finger in like a slut.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” Osamu says, squeezing your thigh as he hands Atsumu the lube. “Lube. Now.”

“I think she likes the pain,” Atsumu says. “Is that right, doll? You like it when it hurts.”

You nod. The burn only makes everything feel so much more sensitive, and before long you’re fucking yourself on to Atsumu’s finger, begging for more.

“More, want more, Uncle Tsumu,” you whine, grinding your hips down, trying to get more friction. The burning is all but gone and you find yourself missing it.

“Do ya want the lube, baby doll?” Atsumu asks. You shake your head.

“Wanna feel you,” you say.

“Are ya sure, baby? I don’t want you to hurt too bad,” Osamu says.

“Wan’ it to hurt,” you moan. “Feels so good.”

Atsumu breathes deeply before slowly adding another long, thick finger. You let out a high-pitched moan, fisting Atsumu’s white sheets tightly.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Atsumu groans. “Almost wanna fuck her just like this.”

You clench around his fingers at the thought of him taking you with barely any prep. Your virgin hole stretching around his cock, with only Osamu’s cum and his own precum as lube. You moan as Atsumu scissors his fingers, stretching you out.

“Ah, she likes that,” Atsumu says. “Ya wanna take my cock just like this? Feel it for days, doll, ya wouldn’t be able t’ sit without feelin’ me.”

“Wanna be full,” you whine. You moan as Atsumu roughly twists his fingers deep inside you.

“Samu, why didn’t ya tell me yer little girl was such a pain slut? Look at her, practically beggin’ me t’ fuck her dry,” Atsumu sneers. He adds a third finger suddenly. The new stretch knocks the breath out of you, your back arches off the bed and you gasp as Atsumu quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Hurts,” you moan. Your eyes roll back as Atsumu gathers spit in his mouth and spits directly into your hole.

“Aw, the little baby can’t take it, huh?” Atsumu coos, using his spit as lube.

“Do ya need lube, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, staring down at you worriedly.

“She can take it,” Atsumu says, fingers not slowing down. “Look at her, practically fuckin’ herself on my fingers.”

Your hips were meeting his fingers with every thrust. The stretch was burning all the way to your core and your juices were mixing with Atsumu’s spit, lubing his fingers in the process.

“She likes it so much, she’s creamin’ around nothin’,” Atsumu says. “Rub her clit, Samu.”

Osamu rubs his fingers through your wet folds before rubbing figure-8s over your clit.

“Oh!” You gasp, back arching. “More, more, please!”

Atsumu leans down and licks over your hole boldly before adding a fourth finger.

“What a slut, taking four fingers with no lube,” Atsumu sneered. “Bet ya could take my whole fist, isn’t that right, doll?”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. “Shut the fuck up before I end this.”

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whine, walls clenching around nothing. “Wanna cum!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Osamu says. “Cum for daddy and Uncle Tsumu.”

You cum with a loud cry. Neither twin slows down, milking every last second of your orgasm. Your thighs twitch with overstimulation.

“I think she’s ready,” Atsumu says, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the empty feeling.

“Fuck me, please, I want it so bad, daddy, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg.

“You heard the princess,” Atsumu says. “How do ya want to do this?”

“Want daddy to hold me,” you say.

“I’ll be on bottom, then,” Osamu says. He leans against Atsumu’s headboard and pulls you on top of him, legs splayed out over his thighs. “Ya gonna be a good girl and take us both?”

You nod as you lift your hips. Osamu drags his cock along your slit. You moan as his cock catches your hole.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please, I want you in me.”

Osamu lines his cock up with your hole, “Go on, sweetheart, take what you want.” You slowly sink down with a low moan.

“So good,” you breathe. “So deep in me.”

“Ya ready for me, princess?” Atsumu asks. His bare chest is warm against your back and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.

“Please,” you say, arching your back slightly. “Wreck me, Uncle Tsumu. Make me hurt.”

“Fuck, yer sayin’ just what I want t’ hear, princess,” Atsumu groans. The fat head of his cock presses against the rim of your asshole. “Ya want it t’ hurt, huh? What’s the matter, daddy doesn’t give it to ya hard enough?”

“Yer a dick, Tsumu,” Osamu snaps.

Atsumu ignores Osamu as he pushes the head of his cock past your rim. You gasp and jerk forward unintentionally. Atsumu clamps down on your hips with an iron grip.

“Nah, princess, ya said ya wanted it t’ hurt,” Atsumu says. “I’m only givin’ ya what ya wanted.”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. You shake your head as tears burn at your eyes.

“More,” you grunt. “Hurts good.” You were more stretched than you’d ever been and Atsumu was barely in. Any pain you would’ve felt was washed away by the excitement of having both twins seated deep in you. You could already see the way your lower tummy would bulge once they were both balls deep. A shiver of excitement ran up your spine.

“Daddy’s so soft with me,” you say, slightly pushing back on Atsumu’s cock. “Want someone to fuck me until I’m broken.”

“Oh, I’m about to fuck ya until yer dumb, princess,” Atsumu says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Daddy’s gonna remember that, little girl,” Osamu whispers in your ear. Your walls clench around him at the thought of punishment.

“Might wanna hold her still,” Atsumu says, slowly sliding out. His grip on your hips hasn’t loosened and Osamu wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly to his chest. Atsumu leans down and presses a small kiss right below your ear.

“Still want it t’ hurt?” He asks, lips brushing against your earlobe. Before you can say anything, Atsumu’s cock is buried in your ass in one, quick movement. You lurch forward, trying desperately to escape the painful stretch. There’s no relief in the motion since you’re caged in by identical iron grips.

You let out a squeak of pain as tears cascade down your cheeks.

“So pretty when ya cry, princess,” Atsumu says, turning your head to the side. “I thought ya wanted it t’ hurt?”

You swallow a sob before you can reply. “S-so full, Uncle Tsumu. Gonna tear in half.”

“She’s fuckin’ chokin’ my cock,” Osamu moans. “She liked it. Her walls are just milkin’ me.”

“I told ya, ya had a little pain slut on yer hands,” Atsumu says. “She’s clenchin’ me so tight I can���t pull out.”

“Let her adjust a little, Tsumu,” Osamu says, “she’s already cryin’ like a little baby.”

“‘m not!” You protest, burying your face in Osamu’s chest.

“Oh, princess, ya shouldn’t’a said that…” Atsumu says. His hands tighten on your hips. “‘Cause if yer not cryin’, well then, I’m just not goin’ hard enough, am I?”

You hiss when Atsumu pulls out of you slowly.

“No, no, ‘m sorry, Uncle Tsumu!” You cry. “I’m crying!”

“It’s okay, sweetie, daddy’s got you,” Osamu says, holding you tightly.

Atsumu slams into you with a near thunderous clap . Your back arches as you dig your nails into Osamu’s stomach and you let out a loud yelp.

“Ts-Tsumu!” You cry as he pounds your ass relentlessly. The intense pain brings more tears to your eyes. Atsumu reaches around and roughly grabs one of your bouncing breasts.

“What’s the matter, princess? Too hard for you?” Atsumu grunts, rolling your nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. You moan loudly.

“Hurts!” You exclaim. “So good!” A sob wracks through your body. Atsumu moans as you tighten around him.

“What a pain slut,” Atsumu says. You nod as you cry. Osamu gently thumbed your tears away, pulling you down for a soft kiss.

“Yer such a good girl, takin’ us both,” Osamu whispers.

“Move, daddy, please,” you beg. Atsumu’s hard thrusts were pushing Osamu’s cock deeper in you but you needed more.

Osamu’s hands wrapped around your sides as he lifts you slightly off his cock. You whimper as Atsumu’s cock abuses you at a different angle. Osamu’s slow, deep thrusts were just enough to cancel the persistent pain caused by Atsumu’s hard and fast ones. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the twins fell into a brutal rhythm.

“Daddy,” you moan, hands running up Osamu’s thick chest. Atsumu grunts and twists your nipple. “Tsumu, ‘m so full.”

Your hand drifts down your own abdomen, tracing around the bulge where Osamu was seated deep in you. You moan before letting your fingers drift a little more until they reach your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper as you rub the sensitive nub. Your legs twitch from all the stimulation.

“Go ‘head, baby, cum for daddy,” Osamu says.

Atsumu knocks your hand away, placing his own fingers over your clit, rubbing vicious circles around it. You moan loudly.

“Cum for me , princess,” Atsumu says. “Right. Now.”

You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. You gush around Osamu’s cock, walls squeezing around him as he moans.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, yer milkin’ my cock, sweetheart,” Osamu moans. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep inside you.

“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moan, bouncing on his cock. “Want your cum in me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill up yer slutty, little cunt?” Osamu asks. You nod. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” Osamu pulls you into a breathtaking kiss as he pumps you full of his seed.

“That’s enough o’ that,” Atsumu says. He pulls you up off of Osamu and into his chest. He easily manipulates your body until you’re face down in his mattress and your ass is up in the air. “Gonna fuck ya real well now, princess.”

“Fill me up, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg, arching your back. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he swears. “Wanna cum in that sweet cunt o’ yers.”

“Please, please,” you moan as he continues to fuck your ass. “Want you to cum in my cunt.”

Atsumu looks at Osamu with the question written on his face.

“Go ahead, fill ‘er up, Tsumu,” Osamu says.

Atsumu pulls completely out, leaving your knees weak. He wraps one strong arm around you and plunges into your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Atsumu swears. “So tight, even after Samu’s filled ya up twice.”

“Fill me up, Uncle Tsumu,” you moan. “Cum in my tight, little pussy, please!”

“Whatever ya want, princess,” Atsumu moans. His hips stutter as you clench around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. You gonna cum for me again, princess?”

You nod as you reach down to play with your clit. “Want your cum in me, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.

“As soon as you- fuck!- as soon as you cum around my cock,” Atsumu says. “Want you gushing around me, milking my cock, princess.”

“So close, Uncle Tsumu,” you breathe. “Need more.”

Atsumu pulls out, flipping you over, before pounding back into you. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest. You moan loudly as he hits that spongy, little spot inside you head on.

“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you wrap your legs around him. You nod as he fucks you deeper than before.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You drag your nails down his skin as you cum hard, juices gushing, mixing with Osamu’s cum. “Please, fill me up, Uncle Tsumu! I need it, I need your cum in me!”

“Fuck,” Atsumu grunts as his cock twitches deep inside you. You roll your hips and your walls flutter around him as he paints them white.

“So, full,” you breathe as Atsumu fucks you through his orgasm. Your walls milk him until he hisses from overstimulation.

“Fuck, yer such a good girl, princess,” Atsumu says, laying you down next to Osamu.

You frown as you feel cum leaking down your thighs.

“It’s leaking,” you whine. “Wanna be full.”

Atsumu spreads your legs wide and leans down, licking a broad stripe up your messy slit. You gasp as his tongue pushes his cum back inside of you.

“Just gonna clean ya up, princess,” Atsumu whispers, pushing your legs up to your chest.

You clench around nothing, pushing his and Osamu’s loads out of your cunt. Atsumu licks it up with a low slurping noise.

“Come on, give me more, princess,” he says. He uses his thumb to rub circles over your clit. Your walls spasm from overstimulation.

“Tsumu!” You cry as you cum. Your juices squirt out, drenching his face.

“That’s my princess,” he praises, licking his lips. Atsumu wipes his face off before climbing up his bed to lay on your other side. “Come here, princess.”

You twist out of Osamu’s arms to face Atsumu. He grabs your chin gently and pulls you into a slow, soft kiss.

“I love ya, princess,” Atsumu mumbles, cupping your cheek. Your cheeks burn.

“I love you, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say. Osamu’s arms tighten around you. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Osamu says. You yawn cutely and snuggle into the soft sheets below you. Atsumu yawns and tosses an arm around your waist.

“Next time, I get her cunt,” Atsumu says, closing his eyes.

“You’ll get what I give you, dumbass,” Osamu says.

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.”

You smile as the sound of the twins arguing fades as you fall asleep.

Next time…

[httpjeon]

SEHEBON ― KTH (M.)

synopsis. you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you've arrived at an interesting time.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, fluff, smut au. alien!au wordcount. 16,580 contents. Huge Dick Tae, cocky!tae, soft!tae, protective!tae, lowkey possessive!tae, human!kink, slight harrassment, dom/sub themes, size kink, size difference, sensitivity kink?, orgasm kink?, cunt slapping, breath play, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, cumflation, belly bulging, lowkey consent kink, unrealistic sex but it’s aliens what do u expect, lots of mention of humanity note. tae just wants to learn human things ):

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It had been a little over a half a year since your move to the Vela System of the Fanet IV Galaxy courtesy of the Interplanetary Relations Commission had begun. You were still adjusting to your new environment, Izo Huen being a vastly different place compared to Earth in terms of culture and climate.

"So, to wrap up the events of this past week," you shifted in your chair, staring into the lens of the camera you used to send reports to your superiors, "I met with the head of the Embassy for a dinner in order to meet the head of Izo Huen's military. The only way I can describe the whole interaction is...tense. Warrior Sehebon are truly another level of terrifying. Horrible burns across their bodies correlate with the information we had about their rituals. They wear the burns with pride, however ― a mark of bravery I suppose. The middle of the week was rather uneventful," you shifted in your seat, leaning over just out of frame to take a sip of your water. You stared at the arched ceiling, thinking of anything that could come to mind of importance to note. Outside your window, you could see people walking through the streets, laughing and chatting with one another.

"Oh!" you sat up straight again, "The monthly market came back once again. This time it was mostly vendors from Liana. They had the most amazing fruits I'd ever seen ― nothing like Earths. They were delicious too, so sweet. I wish I could send some back for everyone to be able to taste. You know," your gaze shifted out your window again, to the people bustling about, "Things got really hectic here in Fia recently, I don't know what it is. They're hanging banners up and there seems to have been an extreme increase in population of the city. I'm not completely sure what's going on."

After ending your weekly log and sending it to your fellow researchers on Earth, you downed the rest of your water and groaned. Izo Huen was sweltering hot, the two suns that hung in the sky upping the temperature past comfortable.

You couldn't wait for night to come, the freezing cold giving you a wonderful excuse to cuddle under the wool blankets.You decided to take a bath to pass the time, as it would be night in just a few hours. Plus, you desperately wanted to wash the days grime off your body.

By the time you woke up the next day, you were acutely aware of how incredibly loud it was outside. Shouts and cheers emanated from just outside your window. So with sleep-filled eyes you hurriedly dressed yourself and rushed out to see what the fuss was all about.When you stepped out of the door, you were shocked by the incredible crowd of people filling the streets.

Banners and streamers, even balloons, decorated every inch that could be covered. The alphabet was one you hadn't yet learned to decipher so the meanings were completely lost on you.

"Excuse me?" you asked a nearby woman. She was much taller than you ― a key trait in both men and women of their race. She turned and looked down at you with surprise in her eyes, "What's going on?"

"It's the pre-celebration," she answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She turned her back to you once again and quickly disappeared into the crowd and you sighed. Sehebon citizens were still getting used to their planet being visited by other races outside their own solar system ― they were the newest planet to be opened for visits by the Interplanetary Commission.

It unfortunately resulted in some of the citizens to hold ill feelings towards those entering their cities.

Sighing, you decided to follow the flow of the crowd to appease your own rabid curiosity. A lot of the cultural information on Sehebon had yet to be discovered or disclosed, as a race that held their own traditions close to their hearts.

You were surprised that the place everyone was flocking to was the massive Colosseum that was centered in the very middle of the city. Larger than any stadium found on Earth, you'd never had the opportunity to find out what it was for.

In your excitement to get through the crowd of large Sehebon, you stumbled over your own feet and hit the ground hard ― knocking the air out of you. The crowd didn't wait, stepping over you and for a second you were scared you would be literally crushed under a stampede.

However, strong hands grabbed your arms and lifted you up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the crowd. You stumbled trying to catch up, with his large steps while trying not to end up slammed into unsuspecting people.

The person tugging you pulled you out of the crowd and rounding the stone walls until you realized the amount of people had dissipated. You had the opportunity to look at the person who had helped you ― a male Sehebon finding a safe spot for you and finally slowing down.

"I...thank you," you muttered when he didn't say anything, his back still facing you.

"You're a human right?" he asked, finally turning to you. You choked on your own spit at the sight of him ― black hair hanging over two pretty dark eyes. He was tall, probably a little above average for his race and he was absolutely gorgeous, "I heard there was one staying in Fia but...damn."

"Uh...I'm an advocate for the Interplanetary Commission," you sputtered out, unable to break your gaze away from his face. He had tanned skin, smooth as could be with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass, "I'm from Earth, yes. My name is _____."

"Incredible," he moved closer, having to lean down to look at you how he wanted. You could feel his breath on your face and you could see the way he had one mono-lid and one double ― which was absolutely adorable, "My name is Taehyung...you know, you're so...small."

"I-I'm actually quite average," you refuted, glancing away under the power of his gaze.

"Maybe by human standards but..." he straightened up, looking around, "You should be careful. You can get hurt easily, you're lucky I saw you fall and bothered to help you."

"Bothered..." you whispered with a soft scoff. You could still feel his eyes on you, burning into you as if he was analyzing every inch of you, "Hey, so what's going on anyway?"

"You don't know?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow when you shook your head.

"I asked someone and she just said it was a pre-celebration," you shrugged.

"Yeah sort of," Taehyung gnawed at the inside of his cheek, jaw cocking to one side at the action, "It's gonna be our lottery in a few days so we come to the stadium to get our tickets."

"Wait...lottery? Like a money thing?" you asked, "You guys have that?"

"What?" Taehyung shook his head, staring at you like you were stupid and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

"O-On Earth we have this thing called a lottery and...you scratch these little papers and you can win money," you explained, hoping to help him make sense of you assumption.

"Huh, that's interesting," he actually did seem interested and maybe a little impressed, making you feel weirdly proud, "But no, that's not what we have. Once a year the government holds a lottery here in Fia, in the stadium. You draw and if your number is picked you gotta fight."

His words made you blank out.

Fight?

They had to fight?

"What the hell?" you sputtered before you could stop yourself and Taehyung cocked his head to the side.

"Have you not read any of the banners and information sheets floating around?" he asked, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, "They put them up to inform new visitors of what's going on, you know."

"I..." you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed again, "Can't read the alphabet."

Taehyung went quiet for a minute before he snorted, beginning to laugh way too much for the simple problem you had. Your cheeks burned as he held his stomach, no doubt aching from how hard he was laughing.

"Oh my gosh!" he choked, wiping under his eyes, "Y-You're illiterate!"

"I am not illiterate!" you gasped, ears beginning to burn now at his accusation, "I-I just haven't had a need to read the alphabet! Since we speak the same language, you know?!"

"Okay, okay," he sniffled, finally calming down from his outburst. He looked down at you and cooed, placing his hand on your head, "Aw, don't-don't pout, I'm sorry. You're so cute!"

"St-Stop making fun of me!" you whined, petulantly stomping your foot which just made him coo more at you, calling you cute.

"I'm not making fun of you!" he argued, standing at his full height again, making you look up, "Isn't it only natural that I find the small little human girl cute? You're so...small."

"So you keep saying," you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, "Are you going to go into the stadium?"

"Yeah, probably a little while later," he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, "It'll calm down soon enough and it'll be less hectic. You're welcome to wait with me, if you'd like."

"I might as well," you sighed, leaning back so you rested your shoulder against the wall, "I'll probably literally be killed if I try to go in there at this point."

"Probably," he agreed, looking away from you when you squinted up to glare at him, "Say..." He looked back at you, head cocked to the side curiously, "Is it true Earth has a lot of oceans? And only one Sun?"

"Eh? Yeah, that's right," you nodded, making him hum, "You've never been to Earth?"

"Nah, can't afford to make that trip," he sighed, sliding down the side of the wall to sit on the ground, "I read about it when the news that we'd be open for visits from them, though. Here sit," he tugged your hand until you were finally sitting beside him.

"About this...fight," his head lulled to the side as he gazed at your through his lashes, "What...why do you guys do it? How's it work?"

"Well," he rested his hands on his bent knees, head resting against the wall behind him again, "You know majority of our planet is uninhabitable right?"

"Yeah, dominated by deadly deserts that will kill even Sehebon," you replied mechanically, having studied their landscape immensely on your voyage from Earth.

"Then you also know there's only a few, select places suitable for us to live," you nodded and he continued, "We have three cities on Izu Huen, Fia our capitol, Veles, and Holis. That isn't a lot of room for an entire planet to live, right? We have to stay within the habitable zone and fit every person on the planet in the cities. Excluding those that have the means to move to Vimoldara, that is. That's a lot of people, isn't it?"

"Wait," you sat up straighter, jaw dropping open, "You mean, it's a form of population control?"

"That and," his gaze turned much darker, sending a chill up your spine, "It's a chance for us to show each other how strong we are. That we're the best and we deserve to live, we offer more. Those who lose are killed and only the winner can stand."

"That's..." you cleared your throat uncomfortably, "That's scary."

"Not for us," Taehyung shrugged, casting a sideways glance your way, "It's a celebration. We're all excited and ready to do it. We get to make our families and ancestors proud as we fight."

You hummed, still weary of the lottery but kept the rest of your opinions to yourself. You and Taehyung dissolved into talking about things he was curious about on Earth, deciding it would be worth it to travel there simply after hearing what a cheeseburger was.

The suns began to set when Taehyung stood, helping you to your feet.

"We should be able to get in easily now," you followed him to the large entrance that you'd been unable to see past when you had first approached.

With the smaller influx of people, you could see fully inside the stadium. There were banners and decorations strewn about everywhere, a wash of white, red and black colors seeming to be the theme. In the very center of the stadium was a booth with a man standing inside, handing things out to the people in line.

"I hope he doesn't think I'm here to pick a lottery," you mumbled to yourself as you stood in line with Taehyung. He was still holding onto your hand as you waited, large fingers wrapping completely around your wrist, making the size difference more apparent.

He really was right when he said you were small. But his hand was so warm and comforting against your skin that it made you feel...cute.

"Nah, they won't assume a foreigner is here to participate," he said, not breaking his gaze from the booth.

By the time you reached the booth, the suns were down to just peeking over the horizon and the moon was, instead, shining large in the sky. The temperature was dropping and you couldn't help but move closer to Taehyung for warmth. You weren’t dressed to be out at night, you’d only anticipated spending the daytime hours out.

"Thank you," he said, tucking a slip of paper into his pocket after folding it up. The man behind the booth nodded, waving the next person forwards.

He began to walk when he paused, looking down at you with wide eyes. You scrambled to detach yourself from his side, not realizing just how close you were to him. However, you were quickly brought back when he pulled you flush against him again with a small smile.

"You humans are so fragile," he breathed, beginning walk, keeping you tucked into his side. Your face was burning with embarrassment but you also felt a strange sense of pride flowing through you at the prospect of such a good looking man treating you like he was.

"I-It just gets really cold here, you know?" you mumbled, trying to defend yourself albeit weakly.

His chest vibrated with his laughter, tightening his hold around your shoulders, "I guess if you're not used to it. You live around here?"

"Uh yeah," you pointed in the general direction of where you were staying, "I live down this road a ways."

"Alright, I'll walk you there," he offered, though he left no option to refuse.

You both fell silent as you walked, every once in a while another person would pass and stare at the two of you. Their eyes followed you even as you passed, turning back to stare at you and you began to feel strange about it.

"Why is everyone looking at us like that?" you asked suddenly, making him look down. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face causing the shadow of his lashes to dust his cheeks.

"Probably because you're a human and you're with me," he answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "It's not exactly common for Sehebon and foreigners to be together yet."

You swallowed thickly, cheeks burning for the thousandth time that day it seemed.

It wasn't long before you reached the stoop of your house and you dislodged yourself from Taehyung, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep in the warmth you now missed.

"Um thanks for walking me home," you said, shrugging your shoulders self-consciously as his eyes scanned over your body.

"It was my pleasure," he leaned closer to you, "Hey, why don't you come to the celebration in a couple days, hm?"

"You mean the fighting?" you asked, feeling uneasy at the invitation. He nodded eagerly, eyes bright in excitement, "Taehyung, I do understand it's an important practice for you...it's your culture. But humans and Earth...it's punishable to kill someone. It's against the law. We find the concept of death scary...you know?"

His head cocked to the side, brows furrowed and the excitement in his eyes gone, "You're scared to die? And you don't like to see others die?"

"Exactly, it's...it's a very negative thing for humans," you attempted to explain while trying not to upset him.

"You know being invited to a fight is a very special thing," he muttered with a frown, leaning close to you so his nose was touching yours. Your eyes grew wide at the fire burning in his eyes and you swallowed nervously, "It's very offensive to reject an invitation to a fight. I want to show you how good I am, how well I can fight. I want you to be proud of me. Impressed by me."

Your mouth grew dry at his words and the way he uttered them, deep voice dark and no hint of the gentleness he had spoken with before. You attempted to move back but found your back pressed against the door. He loomed over you, leaning on his forearms above your head ― caging you in. Strangely, the only thing you could think of was how good he smelled; like the fruits you'd eaten a couple days ago.

"I-I'm sorry, Taehyung," you whispered, licking your lips in an effort to rid yourself of your nerves, "I just...Y-You don't need to kill someone t-to impress me, you know?"

"Then how can I?" he squinted, "I find you fascinating. A cute little human girl, smart and charming. I want to...what is it you humans call it...court you?"

You wanted to smile at the sound of the outdated term he used. But it was stopped by his confession, of what he thought of you.

"W-Well...you're trying to court a human girl..." you spoke slowly, meeting his eyes in faux confidence even though your heart was beating a mile a minute, "Why don't you try...a human method?"

"A human method," he gnawed on the inside of his cheek ― apparently a habit he had while thinking, "What are human methods?"

"Well um..." you noticed that with his body covering yours like it was, you weren't affected by the cold and that your trembles were no doubt excitement, "Like...dates. Do you guys have dates?"

"Usually an invitation to fight for someone to see is sufficient enough to begin a relationship," he explained, making you sigh. He frowned at the sound and leaned closer to you to meet your gaze, "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"F-For humans usually a man will ask a woman on a date," you explained simply, "Like...you would ask to take me to see a movie or take me to dinner."

"A dinner," he repeated, seeming to mull it over for a moment before nodding. The dark look was gone and he smiled the cutest boxy smile you'd ever seen in your life, "Then I'd like to take you to dinner, _____."

"I'd like that, Taehyung," you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn under his soft gaze.

"After my fight, to celebrate my win I'll take you."

"Alright, Taehyung, I look forward to it," after what seemed like an eternity, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, he finally stood up straight. The cold immediately began to sink into your bones and he stepped back off your stoop.

"See you soon, cutie," he waved, twiddling his fingers before spinning on his heel and walking in the direction you both had just came from.

You opened your front door, slipping inside and relaxing once the warmth hit you. Leaning back against the door, you pressed your hand to your chest and sighed.

"Not how I expected my day to turn out," you mumbled, taking a seat at your chair in front of the camera, turning it on so the red light blinked indicating recording, "I know it hasn't been a week yet but I've found something interesting. I met a man named Taehyung and he told that they're about to begin a planet-wide lottery. Everyone draws a number and they're picked to fight. It's a...form of population control and some kind of cultural flex on each other to show who is the toughest and bravest. The fights are set to take place in a few days and I was invited but...I had to decline. The prospect of watching it was just too much for me to consider so I apologize for that."

You went quiet for a second, deciding to leave out the fact that the invitation was an attempt to ask you out. You greeted the people who would be watched goodbye and shut off the camera, turning to your computer monitor and hurriedly sending the video before shutting everything down.

The city was quiet for the next few days, everyone packed into the stadium. You would frequently hear the thunderous roar of the crowd but ultimately did your best to block out the prospect of the death no doubt going on.

You laid on your bed, reading a book you'd read several times already but lacked the means to acquire a new one. You wouldn't be able to read the books in an alphabet you couldn't read. Though you could take the time to learn but, you were in no mood to study.

As expected, you found yourself thinking of Taehyung. He was charming, no doubt, and you were surprised by how much you ultimately enjoyed his company. It was quick that he decided he wanted to date you, by human standards anyway, but Sehebon were very fast-moving people as more than half their race were warriors who could be killed in the blink of an eye. No doubt a cause for Taehyung's rush to be with you.

You couldn't deny the complete attraction you had for him; he was incredibly good looking and had the cutest smile. His voice was hypnotic, smooth as whiskey and as deep as the ocean. Dating someone of a completely different species wasn't the strangest thing by far ― plenty of humans had counterparts from different races. Dating a Sehebon, on the other hand, was different since the brand new introduction of their race to humans.

There was no fear that Taehyung would bring you any harm or have ill intentions, there was just a lot of confusion about him. You didn't exactly know much about who he was as a person rather than his race.

The date would no doubt clear things up and open doors for you.

Remembering the fact you would be going on a date with him set butterflies off in your tummy and you bit your lip to hold back the gleeful grin that threatened to spread across your face.

It was a full week before the streets became the same again. The population of Fia went back to normal as visitors from other cities left and went back home. The banners were taken down from around your street and before long everything seemed to have returned to the way it was.

Unfortunately, you were running out of food so you needed to go food shopping. As the suns were beginning to set, with the temperature steadily dropping, is when you decided to go shopping.

You slid a sweater on to keep you warm before stepping out the door. It was still a little warm but you knew you'd be grateful for your choice later.

In the past, you'd made the mistake of forgoing something warm and had to quite literally run home before you froze to death.

You carried a bag, an effect from when you lived on Earth and refused to use plastic bags in fear they'd end up in the oceans. When you first presented the bag at the local grocers, the cashier had looked at you like you were stupid ― making you feel just a tad self-conscious.

Fortunately, they'd now grown used to your practice and barely batted an eye in response when you brought.

The shop wasn't busy during that time of day and you were thankful to be able to navigate the aisles without having to avoid the giant Sehebon people that easily blocked your shelf access. You packed your bag with things you were vaguely familiar with. There was a lot of food you didn't dare try ― you couldn't read what it said or it was just gross looking.

Unfortunately, however, the shelves were so damn tall that you sometimes had to scale them to actually reach the things you needed. Standing on your tippy-toes using one of the shelves to grab a simple box of noodles ― something you were very pleased to find on Izo Huen.

You chose a lot of fruits and vegetables ― trusting them more than their alien-meats. You were basically the alien version of a vegetarian at that point.

When you stepped outside, you were immediately grateful of the sweater you wore. The cold still seemed to seep in a bit but it was tolerable despite the light shivers that took you. Carrying your bag, you hummed a tune to yourself as you navigated the darkening streets. The lamps were lit to illuminate your way but there were no other people in sight, making you feel calm.

"Hey, you a human?" scratch that, there were people.

You paused, looking into an alleyway separating two residential streets. A small group of young men were smoking cigarettes. Part of you wondered if they were cigarettes or some Izo Huen-version.

"Yes I'm a human," you replied, pulling your bag off your shoulder to hold it in front of you.

"You want a hit?" one of them asked you, offering you what he was smoking off of.

"N-No thank you," you backed away slightly to get away from the smoke emanating off the burning end, "I really should be getting home...I have things to put away."

You turned to walk away but a hand aggressively gripped your arm to stop you, startling a gasp out of you.

"Hey, that hurts," you mumbled, attempting to tug your arm free but he tugged you closer to him, "Let go!"

Before he had the chance to speak, a hand was violently wrapped around his throat and slammed him back. He pulled you with him slightly, knocking you to the ground as the man was pinned to the wall. Looking up, you could see Taehyung leaning close to him ― whispering something that had the man's eyes widening.

"Do you understand?" Taehyung growled, loud enough for you to hear. The man nodded so hard you were sure he was going to give himself a headache. Taehyung held him still for several more seconds, looking over him to make sure he was telling the truth.

When the man was dropped, he took off down the alleyway with his friends following, none of them daring to look back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, crouching down to where you were sitting on the ground. He cupped your cheek ever so softly, thumb grazing beneath your eye, "I didn't mean for you to get knocked down."

"It's alright," you muttered, using his shoulders to pull yourself back to your feet. He remained crouched for a moment, just gazing up at you silently, "W-What is it?"

"You should be more careful, _____," he said, picking up the bag of groceries you had dropped, tucking some of the things that had been knocked out back in where they belonged, "Didn't I tell you that you could get hurt?"

"W-Well yes but that was different― "

"It wasn't," he snapped, moving close to you once again. Fingers hooked beneath your chin to make you look at him, "Don't you understand how much people want you? How they look at you when you walk around?"

"N-No..." you blinked as you tried to recall any staring while you were on your own.

"Everyone finds you alluring here, _____," Taehyung's voice dropped and he stepped even closer so your foreheads were just barely touching, "The cute little human girl. And I'd be very disappointed if I had to kill someone for hurting you."

You were speechless, lost staring in the fiery blaze within his eyes. He held your gaze for several seconds before stepping back and smiling.

"I'll walk you home, I was on my way to see you anyway," you sputtered in shock as he tugged your hand in the direction of your home ― his rapid change of demeanor no doubt going to give you whiplash.

Your feet pounded the pavement as you struggled to keep up with his large strides. You were running out of breath and stamina, though he appeared unaffected.

"T-Tae...can you s-slow down?" he halted in his tracks so suddenly that you fully ran into his back.

"What did you call me?" he looked over his shoulder, staring sharply down at you.

"I-I..." you pulled yourself away from his back and stuttered, "I called you Tae. I'm sorry i-it just slipped out...h-humans like to make n-nicknames, you know?"

He was quiet for a second before he turned around completely, cocking his head to the side.

"Say it again," he commanded.

"Uh...T-Tae?" the name sounded more awkward than it had before coming out of your mouth.

"Hmm," he made a noise akin to a moan, rolling his head back in response before looking down and smirking, "I like that. You're the only one allowed to call me that, yeah?"

"A-Alright," your heart was racing from the way he had reacted to the nickname but you didn't get to dwell on it long before he was tugging you along once again.

You stood on your stoop again, looking at Taehyung, a small smile on his lips as he watched you. He held your bag of groceries out for you and you had to hold back a gasp when your hand brushed his.

"Shit, your hands are freezing!" he gasped, taking one of your hands in his and bringing them closer to him.

"U-Uh yeah it's...pretty cold," your words came out a whisper, reveling in how warm his hands were against yours.

"Poor thing," your eyes widened as he pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your fingers.

"T-Tae," the nickname had his eyes flicking up and he hummed, pressing another kiss against them.

"Did you like that?" he dropped your hand from his lips but continued to hold it, smiling at you, "I read in a book about common human practices for courting and it said a kiss to the hand will make her heart flutter. Did it work?"

"I..." you swallowed thickly, nodding your head ever so slightly, "I-It was nice, Tae..."

The two of you fell quiet, his hand enveloping yours and his soft gaze fixated on you. Your groceries hung in his free hand and he slowly reached out to hand them to you once again. Once the bag was in your hands, he released your hand from his hold and shoved his own into his pockets. He stepped backwards off the stoop but continued to stare at you, bottom lip tucked in his mouth.

Your eyes danced over his body ― never really looking him over that much besides his face. He had a black button-up tucked into tight fitting jeans and boots that made him even taller than he already was. It surprised you how thick his thighs were but how small his waist was ― it's like he was sculpted by actual gods.

"Well," he smirked, no doubt having caught you staring, "See you around, cutie."

"Hey, Tae wait!" you called before you could stop yourself.

He halted immediately, turning to look at you once again, "You alright?"

"I just..." he jogged back to the stoop, stepping up and moving close to yours.

He cupped your chin between his fingers and made you look up at him.

"You can tell me, sweetheart," his brows were drawn together in concern.

The pet name causing a shiver to go down your spine, "What is it?"

"C-Can...Would you...like to stay for a while?" your cheeks were on fire and you couldn't meet his gaze after whispering the words.

Taehyung's eyes softened and his lips quirked up, running his thumb over your lips for a split second ― so light you almost missed it. He stood up straighter, removing his fingers from your face. You found yourself missing the touch and your heart was pounding at the possible rejection you could face.

"Were you nervous to ask me that, baby?" your core lit on fire at the new pet name and you held in a whimper, "I'd love to stay with you."

"O-Okay..." you reached behind you, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

Warmth hit you from the inside and you scurried out of Taehyung's view as fast as you could to the kitchen. You could hear him walking, the sound of his boots on the floor seeming deafening in the silence of the house. Leaning against the counter, you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

You began putting your groceries away in their designated places, noticing that Taehyung's footsteps had gone silent.

"This place given to you by your job?" he asked suddenly, making you jump.

"Um...yeah," you cleared your throat, "It's nothing special but it's cozy."

"It's nice," he muttered before falling silent.

You placed the box of noodles in your cabinet, steeling yourself before moving to the living room. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the sight before you.

Taehyung sat on your couch, legs spread wide and arms stretched out on the back of the couch. His head was tilted back, exposing beautiful expanse of throat. The way he sat was so confident and commanding that you had to clench your thighs together to control yourself.

"Um...are you okay?" you whispered, stepping forward as he lifted his head to look at you.

"I'm perfect," he responded, scooting to the side to allow you to sit beside him, "I think I've figured out a place to take you on our date."

"Oh?" you'd nearly forgotten about the date, "So you're ready to take me?"

"I'm thinking tomorrow, if that's okay," he looked down at you and you smiled.

"I'd love that," your gaze fell to your thighs, noticing the size difference between his and yours ― reminding you of how large he was.

Flicking your eyes up, you were frozen by the sharpness in his own as he stared at you. As you kept his gaze, you felt one of his hands find its way to your thigh and you bit your lip to keep from outright whimpering at the feeling.

"You're so soft," he muttered, shifting to turn more towards you, "And absolutely breathtaking..."

His lips drew closer to yours, his hair brushing your nose as he dipped down. When he pressed them completely, his hand tightened around your thigh. You whimpered, seeming to set Taehyung off as he cupped the back of your head with his free hand ― deepening the kiss.

Your hands clutched at the front of his shirt, losing yourself in the feeling of his lips and hands on you. The hand on your thigh traveled up, grazing your hip, drifting up your stomach and over your breasts before wrapping around your throat. You gasped at the feeling, lips parting from Taehyung's just slightly before you surged back forward to reconnect them.

He groaned against your lips, giving your neck the lightest squeeze before he released you and reached lower to cup your breast through your sweater. You arched your back into the muffled touch but he didn't linger for long because his hand was diving between your legs.

Your jeans impeded you from feeling his touch properly and you whimpered, grinding your hips forward in hopes to remedy the problem. You reached down, holding his hand against your core as you whimpered into his lips.

"Do you want me to touch you, pretty baby?" he asked, kiss parting until your lips just barely brushed his.

"P-Please Tae," you whimpered, feeling your eyes sting with tears of desperation ― having never wanted to be touched so badly in your life.

Taehyung didn't reconnect the kiss, instead he tilted your head back to press his lips to your neck. His long fingers unbuttoned your jeans and hurriedly tugged them off your hips until you finally reached down to pull them off completely, tossing them away.

The way you cried out when his hand cupped you again, this time through your panties, was nothing less than lewd. He tugged your thighs open further, one of them resting across his own, leaving you completely open to his fingers.

"Sound so pretty," he mumbled, teeth grazing your neck where he continued to mouth at you.

You wrapped one hand around his wrist, dragging his fingers up ever so slightly until you were able to push them past the band of your panties. He immediately took over, fingers diving between your folds to find just how wet you were for him. He groaned, pulling away from your neck to meet your gaze, his lips open just slightly as he brushed against your clit. Your hips twitched and you found yourself clinging to his arm as you whined.

"So sensitive, little one," he whispered, wrapping his free hand around your thigh to pull you even closer to him until you were completely in his lap with your back tucked to his chest.

"Tae..." you whispered, eyes fluttering closed when he began to press kisses to your shoulder ― the sweater not allowing you to feel it properly but enjoying it nonetheless.

"Yeah baby?" he cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch his hand move beneath the fabric of your panties.

"C-Can..." you trailed off, feeling your cheeks burn and he tsked.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it, baby," he assured, fingers now running across your folds without dipping between ― teasing you.

"Can you...take them off?" you asked, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze.

"If that's what you want," he pulled his hand out of your panties and you whimpered at the loss, making him chuckle, "So needy, huh?"

His thumbs hooked into the band and he pushed them down your thighs. You pulled your legs up to help him take them off ― tossing them off somewhere else to join your jeans. He gripped your knees, roughly tugging them open until your cunt was completely exposed to him ― glistening in the dim light and flushed swollen with your arousal.

"Fuck, babygirl..." he breathed, reaching down to run his fingertips through your parted folds, "Such a pretty little pussy, hm?"

Deep in your mind, you wondered where he learned such delicious dirty talk from ― seeing as he didn't even know the proper word for courting. The thought was completely wiped from your mind, however, when he used two fingers to spread your folds open. Your hole clenched around nothing and Taehyung let out a choked groan.

"St-Stop staring!" you whined, snapping your thighs closed around his hand.

Taehyung growled, wrapping his hand around your throat again and pulling the back of your head against his chest. You whimpered, eyes flicking up to briefly catch his glare. His jaw was set, glaring down at you with a gaze that made you feel incredible small.

"Spread your fucking legs," he ordered, tone making your eyes flutter slightly. When you hesitated to do as he said, he leaned closer until his mouth brushed your ear, "I said...spread your legs."

You whimpered, bottom lip trembling as you pouted, slowly opening your legs back up. Too slow for his liking, he jerked one open and pinned the other down until you were just as exposed as before. His hand cupped your entire core, middle finger sliding between the folds.

"That's more like it," he sighed, finally releasing your neck, "You better act right, baby, or else I'll have to punish you."

His words made you tremble, thighs twitching ever so slightly. He raised a brow at your reaction, an almost detached look coming across his face.

"Would you like that? To be punished?" when you only whimpered, he smirked, "I see...how would you like it, hm? To be choked until your lungs burn for air? Or maybe if I spanked your little cunt?"

"Tae..." you felt your hole clench, sending a gush of arousal to meet his fingers.

"Oh?" he chuckled, making you cheeks burn, "You'd like to be slapped, huh?"

Before you could even think up a reply from your foggy brain, a sharp pain right against your clit had you crying out. Your eyes found his face but he was watching as he smacked your cunt again. His fingers ran over your folds to soothe the sting and he laughed.

"Interesting..." he hummed, middle finger circling around your clit. Your eyes fluttered and your hips arched into the touch more.

His index and ring fingers spread your folds, his middle finger swirling over the hardened bud until you were moaning. He pulled the hood back, exposing it even more to his sensitive touches. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you choked out his name.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "Does it feel nice to have your little clit touched?"

"Y-Yes!" you squeaked, reaching down to take hold of his wrist. Your body was practically vibrating as you trembled beneath the almost too much stimulation. Suddenly, his touch was gone and you were left still trembling with the remnants of his fingers lingering.

"It's alright," he cooed, wrapping one of his arms around you to hold you tighter against him, "I've got you, little one."

"Please, Tae," you begged, burying your face into his arm, thighs trembling still spread.

"What is it?" he asked, voice soft as silk.

"Your...Your fingers," you canted your hips up ever so slightly and he hummed.

"Want my fingers inside?" he asked, although he already knew before you nodded.

He hummed, two fingers finding your spasming entrance, coating them in your juices. You held your breath as he finally sunk them inside you, stretching you deliciously even though you were plenty wet enough. His fingers were big, filling you up nice and deep. Gasping against Taehyung's arm, you mindlessly ground your hips up as he slowly pulled them out. You didn't get to mourn their loss for long because he was quickly pushing them back in ― slick sounds accompanying the movement.

"You're so fucking tight," he muttered, "So small...Shit, how long has it been since you've been fucked, pretty girl?"

"Ah-Never..." you gasped, hand circling around his wrist as you squirmed.

His fingers paused, halfway inside and you whined, "You've never been with somebody?"

"N-No, Tae," you whined, using your hand on his wrist to push his fingers back inside, "J-Just you...only you!"

He cursed under his breath, wrapping his arm tighter around you before he began to finger fuck you wholeheartedly. The sounds pouring from your lips only spurred him on, your cunt tight like a vice around just two of his fingers.

"This little cunt won't ever be able to take my cock, sweetheart," he growled, crooking his fingers up to nail that little spot that made you sob, "I'm gonna be too big for you."

"W-Want it a-anyway, Tae," you cried, nails digging into his wrist. Tears welled up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks as your body was sent into overload.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you open until you can't take anymore?" he groaned, "Watch your virgin cunt get stuffed full of a cock you simply can't handle...have you make those pretty noises while you cream all over me..."

His words seemed more self-indulgent than aimed at you but you whined and nodded anyway. His palm ground against your clit as his fingers filled you up so nice and you found yourself teetering on the edge.

"I-I'm gonna cum," you panted, thighs twitching erratically in response to your pleasure."Go ahead, cum for me," he commanded, groaning alongside you as you tightened up around his fingers.

"Tae! 'S so good..." you slurred, eyes closed as you buried your face in his arm to ride out the pleasure he was giving you.

"Coming so prettily, little one," he whispered into your ear, fingers beginning to slow as your orgasm died down, "You're such a good girl."

"Ah...Tae," you whimpered as he pulled his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, sensitivity hitting you like a brick wall. Your thighs clenched shut, trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath of the most pleasure you'd ever received.

Taehyung slid his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of you on his tongue. His arm still held you tight as you continued to whimper against him.

"Taste so so good," he whispered, mostly to himself.

Once his digits were clean, he glanced down at you. It was clear you were still a bit overwhelmed and he cooed, shifting you in his lap until you were facing him. He pulled you into a hug and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Humans are so fragile," he whispered, "So overwhelmed...even that was too much for you, huh?"

You didn't respond, simply tucking your face away in his neck. You let your weight drop fully on his lap but froze immediately. You hadn't realized while you were being touched, how hard Taehyung's cock was against you but with a clear mind you could.

He was fucking big.

He chuckled darkly, lips finding your neck as he slowly made you grind against his covered length, "I told you, babygirl, I'm too big for your little pussy."

When you whined and tightened your grip on him, wanting to avoid the painful overstimulation, he simply chuckled. He let you cling to him and lay with him until your eyes fluttered shut ― sleep quickly and eagerly overcoming you.

Just as you sunk into darkness, you felt him press the softest of kisses against your forehead.

"My cute little human," he whispered, voice fading out as you finally fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were tucked cozily in your bed beneath your wool comforter. The sun was up and you groaned, kicking the blankets off as you grew warmer with every passing second.

You had on your sweater from yesterday and a pair of panties you hadn't been wearing. Looking beside you, you found the bed empty and sighed.

Despite yourself, you found yourself feeling disappointed he hadn't stayed the night. He had shown you such a sweet, caring side before you fell asleep. It had made your heart flutter, how he treated you so delicately yet used such a sharp tongue to fluster you.

"He's such a strange dude," you muttered, staring at the ceiling as you spread starfish on your bed.

There was a dull ache between your legs, reminding you of the night before. Feeling your cheeks flush, you sat up straight and hurriedly crawled out of bed intending to take a cold shower.

Drying your hair with a towel, you hunted around your closet for a cute outfit for the date. Briefly, you wondered if he was still planning to take you out. Excitement thrummed through your veins, a giddy smile lighting up your face and making your cheeks ache.

After choosing your outfit, you took a seat in front of the vanity you had set up. You had found a mirror at the monthly market a few ones back and decided it was the best purchase ever. You hadn't known mirrors were scarce on Izo Huen for whatever reason until you desperately needed one.

Deciding to leave your hair down, too lazy to try and make anything of it, you mindlessly spun around in your chair.

A strange feeling bubbled up in your chest that made your heart race. Leaning your head back against the back of the chair, you ran your hands over your face with a groan.

"I actually miss him," you scoffed, leaning forward to rest your head on your vanity counter, "What is wrong with me?"

The day seemed to drag on longer than any other as you waited for Taehyung to arrive. The heat hadn't even bothered you, your mind too muddled with thoughts of your date. You wondered if he would hold your hand and where he planned to take you.

As the sun finally sunk beneath the horizon, you were more antsy and began to pace your living room. Every once in a while, you'd glance out your window in hopes a passing man would be Taehyung. Unfortunately, you were mistaken every time.

Before long, you began to realize that he simply wasn't going to show up. You changed into your pajamas, rejection burning in your veins before sitting on your bed. The streetlights and the moon cast a decent glow around you.

Your feelings were hurt. You’d been stood up by an alien.

Your heart ached and you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears. You flopped over, covering your face with a pillow before screaming into it.

"What a jerk!" you shouted in the material.

By the time you went to sleep, your simmering anger gave way to pitiful dejection. Your eyes were wet with tears as you closed them.

He was polluting your mind, everywhere you went you found yourself hoping that he'd turn up around the next corner. You’d hoped he would come knocking on your door with a sheepish smile, apologizing.

Though as the days passed and you had seen neither hide nor hair of him, the prospect of an apology made you angry. You didn't want his stupid apology anymore.

A week lapsed and it was time, once again, for your weekly log.

Sitting in front of the camera, you sighed, "The...friend I had made seems to have disappeared. It's weird, I was perfectly content by myself but once he showed up and vanished ― it's made me lonely," you gnawed on your bottom lip before sighing, disappointment becoming a common feeling in your life by then, “Maybe I need to make some friends but...I can't explain it; the Sehebon are such a strange race that it feels like it's going to be really difficult to make friends. There's really nothing eventful that happened worth logging besides my own problems so...I'll sign off."

A couple clicks on your computer had the log sent. You'd be getting paid again soon, perhaps you'd be able to go out and find something to do for yourself. Maybe you'd hit the jackpot and find someone who would want to be your friend.

It felt childish, the need for friendship you had. But with Taehyung's absence, your loneliness was at an all time high.

It was beginning to get dark and you decided to say 'fuck it' and get dressed. You'd find something to do ― you hadn't really checked out nearly all the districts of Fia and you knew there were some popular places to hang out.

It was a long walk to the area they dubbed the Social District. The second you stepped onto the rowdy street, you were blown away by the flashing lights and heavy bass emanating from the various buildings.

They had their own clubs.

You suddenly felt out of place and awkward, weaving through the giant people blocking the streets as they talked with friends. It seemed like no one saw you, as if you were just invisible to them. You moved to the sidewalk, being able to squeeze by the people and avoid the large crowd that filled the street.

You slipped into a pub ― judging by the tables and bar. You couldn't read the sign but you still walked in anyway. It wasn't very crowded, a few tables still open. The vibe inside was much cooler and calmer and you felt yourself begin to relax.

Walking up the bar, you took a seat, grabbing a menu without thinking about it.

"God dammit," you muttered, staring at the alphabet you still couldn't read.

"Can I help you?" the tender asked, moving to stand in front of you.

"Uh...I can't read this," you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn.

"That's alright, what do you like?" she pulled the menu from your hands and looked over it herself.

"Do you have any good alcohol?" you slumped against the counter, chin resting in your hand.

She regarded you with furrowed brows, closing the menu, "You do know alcohol is poisonous, right?"

"Wait what?" your head snapped up and the woman laughed.

"Alcohol is poisonous to us. We don't drink it," she placed the menu back where you got it and smiled, "We have some Soda."

"You do?" you perked up at that, not tasting soda since you'd left Earth. You watched eagerly as she filled a glass with brown liquid, placing it in front of you.

"It's not...Earth's soda but it's basically the same," she smiled, "It's got seltzer and sugary syrup in it."

You thanked her before she was whisked away to take care of another customer, leaving you by yourself. You sipped out of the straw, sighing at the taste. It was slightly off compared to the soda you were used to but bubbling seltzer had you smiling.

"_____?" you jumped at the sound of your name, choking on your drink and erupting into a fit of coughing. A hand carefully patted your back until you calmed down, "Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-It's fine," you choked out, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times to rid the feeling. Your eyes flicked up to meet Taehyung's and you felt a frown fall over your face before you realized it, "Taehyung."

His brows furrowed at your using his full name but he didn't say anything, "I uh...didn't know you came around here."

"It's my first time," you muttered, turning back to sip on your drink. When you didn't offer another opening for a conversation he let out a sigh and slid up next to you between the vacant seat beside you. You didn't have any choice but to interact, seeing at he wasn't going to back off.

"I'm sorry I missed our...date," the word still sounded foreign on his tongue, "I had urgent business to attend to in Holis."

"You don't owe me anything Taehyung," you muttered, failing to mask the hurt in your voice.

He sighed again, "I had to go visit a friend of mine, he was stranded and couldn't get home on his own. I promise that's all it was, _____."

You sighed, feeling your hurt and anger soften. Turning to look at him, you opened your mouth to reply but were interrupted.

“Whoa, is this the little human?” a loud voice from behind you made you jump. Twisting around, you saw a large man with biceps so big his t-shirt was stretched taut, “Oh you are a cutie!”

“U-Um...hello,” you greeted timidly.

"Uh yeah," Taehyung smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "This is _____. And _____ this is Wonho."

"N-Nice to meet you," you held out your hand, gasping when he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

"It's my pleasure," you could hear Taehyung let out a long sigh, "Bartender, I'll take a Blue Ice please. I gotta take a leak," he muttered the last part to himself, fingers lingering on your shoulder before he disappeared.

"You drinking a soda?" Wonho asked, peering into your glass, "Mind if I have a sip?"

"I guess not," you shrugged, watching him wrap his hand around the glass and bring it to his lips.

He was good looking, you couldn't deny. He had cute ears that stuck out just slightly and pretty teeth as he grinned at you. You found yourself comparing him to Taehyung ― deducing Taehyung definitely set your heart racing the second you looked at him.

"You know," Wonho placed your glass back down in front of you, "I was surprised to hear Taehyung was fooling around with a little human. I never thought he'd be the type."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows furrowing as you mindlessly stirred your drink with your straw.

"Well I just can't believe he's actually giving in to it," Wonho said, pulling out a menu to look over it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you muttered, quite blunt.

He seemed surprised, chuckling and waving his hand, "Just the whole human kink that's going on. You know, since humans have started coming here it's become like a game to see who can actually manage to bang one. Can't believe Taehyung managed to snag one."

Your eyes drifted to your glass, the ice melting in your soda ― watering it down. A human kink?

"So...I'm just a conquest?" you whispered, though you were sure Wonho didn't hear as he was ordering a drink.

So many things bubbled up inside you; anger, humiliation, shame. Humiliation at the fact you'd been used, shame over the fact you fell for it and were so close to giving in, and anger of the audacity he had to do such a thing to you. Tears stung your eyes and you bit your lip to hold them back.

"Oh man, that looks delicious," Taehyung groaned, grabbing his tall glass of blue drink and taking a sip.

"I'm leaving," you muttered, sliding off your stool and moving to walk away.

You were stopped by a hand grabbing your elbow. Taehyung stared at you, brows drawn together.

"You just got here," he muttered, obviously confused by your sudden change.

You scoffed, "I'm going home, Taehyung."

You snatched your arm out of his grip and stormed out the doors and onto the busy streets. You could vaguely hear your name being shouted but it was quickly covered by the noisiness of the people. Crossing your arms over your chest, you weaved through the bodies. Tears were burning your eyes but you held them back.

"Hey a human!" you heard someone shout but you didn't stop, "Why don't you come party?"

'The whole human kink.' Wonho's words echoed in your mind, making it harder to fight your tears. 'It's become a game to see who can bang one."

By the time you reached your front door, your jaw was aching with keeping your tears in. Slamming the door behind you, you immediately burst into tears ― bringing your hands up to cover your eyes with your sleeves. Sniffling, you dropped onto your couch and let your sobs out freely.

Hugging one of your throw pillows, you attempted to calm yourself down. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, eyes fluttering against your will, there was a series of sharp knocks against your door. You didn't move, silently waiting to see if they'd go away.

Unfortunately, the knocks became harsher and more frantic. Deciding that they weren't going to go away, you stood up and dragged your feet to the door.

You already had a feeling who it was and you weren't wrong ― Taehyung standing on the other side. His fist was raised like he was going to knock again and his hair was a complete wreck. His shirt clung to him with sweat and his breathing was a little heavy.

"What do you want Taehyung?" you muttered, crossing your arms around yourself.

"You've been crying," he whispered, moving to step forward but stopped when you moved back, "I knew you were upset. What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Don't!" you snapped, turning on your heel and storming into your house.

"What?" Taehyung whispered, closing the door gently behind him.

"Don't call me that," you said, keeping your back to him so he wouldn't see your tears.

It felt so nice to have him call you pet names so gently. But you remembered it was just a ruse to lure you in ― and it was so hard not to fall.

"Why not? I thought you liked being called that?" he sounded so confused and you could imagine he looked akin to a kicked puppy.

"Because it's not fair!" you shouted, finally turning around, "You can't just play those games with me because I'm a human, Taehyung!"

"I really...What are you talking about?" his voice was so soft, so gentle. He took a couple steps towards you, hands outstretched, "I'm not playing any games."

"Oh yeah?" you scoffed, wiping away a few stray tears from your cheeks, "Wonho told me about your disgusting kink! You don't care about me, you just wanted to be able to say you fucked a human!"

"Wh―" he stumbled over his words, irises desperately scanning over you, "That's not...true."

You scoffed, shaking your head., "You're so unfair, Taehyung." he cocked his head to the side curiously, "You made me like you and I trusted you. But you just...you really aren't any different from men on Earth, huh?"

"What do you mean? Of course I'm different!" he argued, his own eyes growing glassy, "I never lied to you, _____. I promise!"

"You just wanted to use me as a conquest, something to brag about," you breathing stuttered as you sobbed, "And I almost fell for it!"

"Would you listen to me?!" he snapped, suddenly moving and pinning you against the wall.

He was caging you in, scent overwhelming you and making more tears fall from your eyes. You refused to meet his gaze, even though you could feel his eyes burning into you. You sniffled, staring down at your cardigan sleeves that were functioning as sweater paws.

"I never once intended to use you like that," Taehyung growled, voice giving away his frustration, "Everything I have said and done for you is real and not because you're a human. I don't want you as a...a...conquest," the word sounded foreign on his tongue, "And I certainly am not like your pathetic human men on Earth. I am better in every single way."

"Taehyung..."

"Stop calling me that!" he snapped, making you jump, "I-I want you to call me Tae!"

"I don't think..." you shook your head.

"Why won't you believe me?" he sighed, voice going soft, "Is it really so easy to lose trust in me when I haven't even done anything? You heard my friend say some stupid nonsense a-and you're suddenly convinced I'm evil!"

When he put it like that, you felt silly. Your own insecurities caught up with you and you shifted awkwardly in your place against the wall. You sheepishly looked up to find him staring at you, eyes dark beneath his long bangs. They were damp from sweat and you swallowed thickly at how good he looked.

"I'm sorry Tae..." you mumbled, nibbling on your lip beneath his glare, "I just...I really like you and I don't want you to―

"Listen to me," he tilted your head up, making you look at him directly. His eyes were much softer now and your eyes felt hot once more, "I have no intention of hurting you. You can trust me, _____. I promise."

It felt like all self-control slipped through your fingers as you suddenly surged forward to press your lips against his. Standing on you tippy-toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He eagerly kissed you back, arms wrapping around you ― teeth nipping at your bottom lip to make you whine.

One of his hands traveled lower, cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him. You could feel his length hardened in his jeans ― and it was just as big as you remembered. It made you whimper, feeling him so hard against you. You squeaked when the floor was suddenly pulled out from beneath you and you found yourself pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, his weight supporting you.

You whined when his lips found your neck, trailing his lips over the sensitive skin beneath your ear. He smirked at the feeling of you shuddering against him.

"Are you wet for me, baby?" he asked against your skin. You whimpered and nodded, feeling your pussy clench and gush into your panties, "Do you want me to touch you? Tell me."

"Yes please, Tae," you begged, blushing when he chuckled at your desperation.

The wall was pulled out from behind you and you scrambled to hold onto him around his shoulders, "I got you," he reassured, turning to walk through the open doorway of your bedroom.

You were deposited onto your mattress, making you bounce slightly on it. Taehyung was covering your body once more, however, as he met your lips for another kiss. Resting his weight on one forearm beside your head, he used the other to push your shirt up.

Getting the hint, you pulled your cardigan off and tossed it off the side of the bed before tugging your shirt off as well. Taehyung groaned, his lips kissing the swell of your breast above your bra. His fingers trailed over your bra ― cupping you and sighing softly.

You were surprised by your own boldness as you reached behind you and unclipped your bra. Before you could tug it off, however, Taehyung pinned your arms above your head and growled.

"Why are you so eager?" he asked, making your blush further.

"I-I just want you to touch me..." you confessed, lashes fluttering when he leaned down to brush his lips against your lips once more.

"There's no rush, little one," he cooed, "I'm not going anywhere until I've made you cum for me."

You clenched your thighs with a whimper at the pressure in your core. He pulled off your bra, finally, tossing it away and sitting back to admire your body. You were laid out beneath him, breasts heaving in your arousal.

His head dipped down and you held your breath as he enveloped a perked nipple into his mouth. Your hands flew up to clutch at his hair, back arching. His teeth grazed the bud, and groaned at the way you whined.

"Fuck, you're so responsive to everything I do," he gasped, pulling his lips away from your nipple. His fingers found it and brushed his thumb nail over and you choked out a sob, "I love it so much..."

"T-Tae please!" you whined, arching your hips up.

"Alright, baby," he cooed, flicking the button of your jeans open and tugging them down. Your panties went with them but neither of you cared, "Look at that. So wet."

"Please touch me, Tae," you begged, spreading your legs wider around him.

"You ever been eaten out, sweetheart?" he asked, watching the way your breath stuttered at his question. When you didn't answer, he gave your cunt a swift smack. You cried out, clutching at the blankets desperately, "I asked you a question."

"N-No I've never― " you were cut off by his fingers sliding over your clit softly.

"Do you want to?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, yes please, Tae!" you gasped, eyes wide when he shifted down the bed until his head was positioned over your core.

"So pretty, baby," he sighed, spreading your folds open to expose the pretty wet hole that clenched desperately around nothing.

Your mouth fell open, a stuttered breath escaping you when his tongue slid over your entrance up to your clit. He hummed, licking his lips to chase the taste. He looked like he was in heaven, swirling his tongue over your bud and chuckling when your whole body trembled.

"Love how you react to me," he whispered, mostly to himself. He tongued at your hole to taste your juices once more before dragging up to your clit once again, "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"Tae!" you cried, tugging his hair harshly though he didn't seem to mind.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. You keened, eyes rolling back into your head at the stimulation. You nearly screamed when you were suddenly filled with two long fingers.

"Fuck!" you cried, back arching. You abandoned your hold on his hand to wrap your hands beneath your knees ― keeping yourself open for him.

"Good girl," he praised, making you smile down at him.

He pressed a kiss against your thigh before diving down to take your clit into his mouth again. His fingers stretched you open, catching your g-spot every chance he got. He reached so deep inside you with just his fingers and you suddenly remembered how big his dick was. Just the thought of it had your walls clenching around his fingers. He groaned in response, the vibrations against your clit making your thighs twitch.

"A-Another finger, Tae, please," you begged, voice not above a whisper.

"Can you handle that, sweetheart? Your little cunt’s already stretched around two," he teased, his index finger beginning to nudge against your entrance.

"N-Need it," you gasped, "Need to take it for you cock."

His fingers froze and you felt him exhale sharply against your core ― as if the air had been punched out of him. Glancing down, you saw his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

"Don't say things like that, little girl," he growled, finally pushing the third finger into you, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Tae I― " your words died on your tongue when he enveloped your clit once again.

You felt stuffed with his fingers, the digits making your entrance stretch deliciously. You lost your grip on your knees and let them fall open once again. Taehyung's tongue danced over the sensitive nerves, eyes closed as he relished in having your cunt wrapped around his fingers. You were gushing, coating the digits in your juices and he couldn't wait to have them in his mouth.

"W-Wanna cum, Tae," you gasped, reaching above you to grip desperately at the pillow.

He reached up, pulling on one of your hands until you released the material. You felt your walls clench tight when he urged you to put your hands on his head.

He wanted you to pull at his hair.

Not one to reject such an offer, you tangled both your hands in the soft locks as he began to fuck you with his fingers eagerly. The wet noises were obscene, mixed with your moans made an incredible melody for Taehyung.

The fact he was the only one who had ever had you like that made his cock throb. His hips moved mindlessly against the bed beneath him to get some stimulation. His cock hurt in the confines of his jeans but he didn't dare try to pull it out.

Suddenly, your walls clenched tight and the grip on his hair began to sting the harder you pulled. Sobbing out his name, your entire body began to quake beneath him. The pleasure was overwhelming and you snapped your thighs closed around his head. He didn't pull away, however, keeping his lips attached to the throbbing bud through your orgasm ― milking every spectacular second until you were whimpering from overstimulation.

He gasped as he pulled away, sitting back on his heels before pulling his fingers out of you. He spread your folds, groaning at the way you gaped slightly from being stretched open. Sliding his soaked fingers into his mouth, his whole body trembled and he reached down to palm himself through his jeans.

The feeling of a smaller hand covering his had his eyes snapping open. He pulled his fingers out and stared down at you as you shyly palmed him through the material. He groaned, head falling back.

"C-Can I..." you trailed off, not quite sure what you were asking.

"I...I don't know..." he bit his lip, apprehensive.

"Please Tae?" you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Shit, alright," he whispered, switching your positions. He scooted up until his back rested against your headboard, shoving your pillows aside to make room for himself, "Come here. Sit on my lap, pretty girl."

Your hands were trembling as you did what you were asked, swinging your leg over his lap until you were straddling him. As you pressed your full weight on him, he tossed his head back in a groan. The pressure of you sitting on him felt spectacular.

Gripping his shoulders, you suddenly felt shy with his eyes on you. He gazed at your body on top of him like you were a goddess, hands drifting up your sides and cupping your breasts. Thumbing your nipples, he smiled crookedly when you shivered at the feeling. He cupped your cheeks, finally, and pulled you down for a soft kiss.

"Go ahead and grind on me, baby," he cooed, gripping your hips to urge you to move.

The first grind against him had him releasing the most beautiful moan that you felt yourself gush in response. His head leaned back against the headboard, watching through lidded eyes the way your cunt ground against his cock through his jeans. He wishes he could take it out and feel your wetness drip all over him ― to feel you cream against him as you came. He swallowed the urge down and continued to guide you.

"D-Does it feel good?" you asked, biting your lip as you watched his jaw tense as he held back his moans.

"So good, babygirl," he groaned, feeling his heart stutter when you proudly grinned down at him, "You're so fucking cute."

"D-Don't call me cute when I'm doing this," you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Doing what?" his head rolled against his shoulder and he smirked at you, "Go on and say it."

"No..." You whispered, clutching his shirt. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close.

"Why so shy, little one?" he chuckled, kissing your temple and trailing his hand up your back before cupping the back of your head, "Grinding your wet little cunt against me like this...wanting to make me cum. And you want to act shy?"

You whimpered, gasping into his ear so prettily that he shuddered. He felt his orgasm coming and he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Close..." he whispered, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist while he other clenched in your hand, "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

"Please cum, Tae," you begged, gasping when he wrenched your face out from where you were hiding in his neck.

"You want my cum?" he panted, mouth falling open as you fastened your pace. You nodded as best you could with his hand in your hair, "How about you cum first for me?"

Your eyes fluttered, realizing with his words how close you were to another orgasm. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against him. He hummed in response, smiling in the kiss when you started trembling in his lap.

You pulled away from the kiss and tossed you head back as you cried out his name, gushing against his jeans. Taehyung cursed, his own hips stuttering beneath you.

By the time you came down, you realized how wet his jeans were beneath you. You whined, falling off the side of his lap. He still sat up, chest heaving as he caught his breath. With his eyes closed, he didn't see you cupping his softening length through the wet material. He hissed, brushing your hand off of him.

"I-Is that all your..."

"I should get home," he interrupted. You frowned, watching him stand up and shift uncomfortably.

"Can't you stay?" you asked, finding yourself not wanting him to leave.

"Sorry, baby," he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, "Maybe another time." With a final, departing kiss, he turned and stepped out of the door. He paused, however, and looked back at you, "Be ready tomorrow, 8PM. I'll take you for dinner."

You were left alone on the bed with a little smile on your lips ― the promise of seeing him tomorrow making you giddy.

You felt apprehensive when 8PM rolled around and there was no sign of him ― the time blinking on the screen of your computer. You sat on your desk chair, watching the moments tick by.

It was nearing 8:30 when there were a series of knocks on your door. You jumped to your feet and raced to the door, pulling it open to see Taehyung with a guilty smile and a handful of flowers.

"Sorry I'm late I uh..." he cleared his throat and held the flowers over to you, "I had to go a bit out of my way to get these."

"Oh Tae..." you smiled, taking them from his hands and bringing them up to your nose to smell, "They're beautiful."

"They're imported from Liana," he smiled, shrugging sheepishly.

"How'd you think of this?" You asked, motioning for him to enter your home as you went to your kitchen to put the flowers in water.

"Well..." he cleared his throat, "I just...I've been reading about human dates and just human things like that, you know?"

"You've been studying for our date?" you giggled, putting the flowers on your counter before turning to him. He looked shy, keeping his eyes averted from you, "I really appreciate it, Tae."

"Really?" his eyes lit up and he grinned his adorable smile.

"I think it was very thoughtful," you led him back to the door and out into the cool night.

"There's this place I really like around my place," he suddenly explained, taking your hand in his as he helped you down from the stoop, "I like to go there with some friends. I think you'll like it!"

"I'm sure I'll like anything, Tae," you admitted, smiling when he squeezed your hand in response.

The two of you made simple talk as you made your way to the restaurant. You hadn't had the opportunity to go to one in the time you'd lived on Izo Huen.

It was a simple, small building with an Open sign in English. You grinned, bouncing inside tugging Taehyung by his hand excitedly.

"Pick a seat, little one," Taehyung cooed, nudging your back.

It was set up exactly like a restaurant on Earth and you slid yourself into a booth, grinning. Taehyung took the spot across from you, lounging back as he looked at the menu. You followed his lead and opened the menu yourself. Eyes wide, you realized you were able to read everything.

"Hey...It's in English!" you muttered, eyes scanning over the words. They were translated underneath into what Taehyung could understand ― the characters and symbols lost on you.

"Yeah it's the only place around here that does it," he shrugged, "I figured you might enjoy that."

"You're..." you grinned, shaking you head, "You're so thoughtful, Tae. I really appreciate it."

He shrugged, though you could see that his ears were tinged red.

You both ordered drinks and food, the atmosphere dissolving into one of calm company. You both chatted idly about anything ― Taehyung asking a lot of questions about Earth and him trying to teach you the different characters for his alphabet. He gave up when you just couldn't get a hang of it ― teasingly calling you illiterate and cooing when you pouted.

"Hey Tae," you muttered, picking at the salad you had ordered. He hummed, mouth full of some type of steak ― though the meat was of a consistency that made your stomach turn, "How did you learn to speak so...casually?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, sipping his soda.

"You know..." you blushed, realizing the question wasn't really something to ask over the dinner table, "When you talk you use a lot of slang terms. Like...in bed," You whispered the last word and picked at your salad again.

"Oh," Taehyung chuckled, "See, I have a friend who has been to Earth a few times. He has a lot of...interesting material that he let me read. And he kind of taught me some popular slang on Earth."

"You didn't have to go to so much effort, Taehyung," you whispered, although you were grinning. Your heart fluttered in your chest nonetheless.

"I wanted to," he suddenly set a hard gaze on you, "I want you to like me and I want you to feel comfortable around me. I want to be good for you."

"Tae..." you reached across the table and cupped his hand in yours, "I already like you very much. You make me feel comfortable and you make me feel very happy."

He grinned, looking away from you shyly but squeezed your hand tightly.

The walk home was peaceful, you found yourself wrapping your arms around one of Taehyung's ― wanting to be close to him. He didn't seem to mind in the slightest, squeezing your hand tightly and staring down at you with sparkling eyes. It felt like he looked at you like you hung up the moon ― it made you feel fluttery inside.

"Do you want to come inside, Tae?" you asked, opening your front door.

He hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside. He kicked his boots off along with you, watching as you tucked both of them away in the corner. You went to your bedroom to change into something comfortable ― settling on some pajama pants and an oversized sweater. When you walked back out, Taehyung was sitting at your desk looking at your computer.

"What's this?" he gestured to your setup with your camera.

"It's where I record the logs needed to send back to Earth," you explained, "I update my superiors every week on things that are happening. When I learn something new about the culture or something interesting happens."

"Interesting," he muttered, sitting there for a moment before standing up and navigated over to your couch.

You dropped into the seat beside him and molded yourself against his side. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss against the top of your head. The silence was comfortable and you rested your head on his chest ― listening to his heartbeat.

"Hey Tae?" he hummed, looking down at you when you looked up at him, "Can I have a kiss?"

His gaze softened and he quickly leaned down to press his lips against yours. He went to pull away but you followed him, pulling him into a deep kiss making him moan. Swinging your leg over his lap, you straddled him boldly. He seemed surprised by it but didn't say anything, just moving his lips against yours.

"Tae," you whispered against his lips, "I want to touch you, please?"

"_____― " he pulled away from the kiss, pushing you back slightly by your shoulders.

"You keep saying I can't handle it, but I can!" you argued, pouting at being pushed back.

"I don't want to hurt you, _____," his brows came together in a deep furrow, "It wasn't just talk when I said you couldn't handle it. It's too much, you're too...small."

"It turns you on though doesn't it?" you teased, noticing how he was growing hard beneath you, "Can't we at least try, Tae?"

"I-I..." his head fell back when you ground against him, "Fuck, we can try."

You held in a squeal of joy when he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. He dropped you on the bed and stripped his shirt off.

It was the first time seeing him naked and you sat up to admire his body. He was fit, as you expected. His stomach was flat with a small trail of hair leading beneath his jeans. On his shoulders were patches embedded in his skin that reflected off the dim light of your bedroom.

"What..." you sat up on your knees, brushing your fingers over them. It felt like normal skin, and you hummed in wonder.

"They're...light-sensitive patches that we just...never evolved out of," he explained, "They were useful for survival when we dominated the deserts. Now they're just...here."

"Interesting," you muttered, trailing your hand down his chest and stomach to the button on his jeans.

Before you could flick it open, however, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you back to the bed. His gaze was dark, making you shiver underneath it. He smelled wonderful and you reached up with your free hand to brush his bangs out of his eyes.

"You've got another thing coming if you think you'll get anywhere near my cock before I think you're good and ready, little one," he growled, making your thighs clench at the sound.

You whined when he rushed to discard your clothes, not wasting a single second in getting you bare for him. He palmed himself through his jeans as he looked down at you, licking his lips.

"So pretty," he whispered, smoothing his hand down your body. Smirking, he pinched one of your nipples to hear the way you whined, "Spread your legs for me."

You hurriedly did as you were told, shame and inhibitions thrown out the window. You felt nervous under his gaze but with every compliment and soft touch ― you began to feel better. Mouth falling open, you gasped when his fingertips brushed against your folds.

"You're so wet," he mumbled, more to himself, "Are you always so wet, baby?"

"Y-You're the only one ― "

"I know that but when you touch yourself, pretty baby," he glanced up when you tensed, "I know you do. Tell me do you get this wet?"

"O-Only when I think of you," you admitted before you could think twice about it. You felt your cheeks burn at your own admission but Taehyung cursed and grunted as he squeezed his cock.

"You're such a good girl," he praised, fingertips trailing up your body again. Goosebumps ignited across your skin and you arched your back to get more of the feeling of his touch.

His fingers eagerly dipped back between your thighs to find your entrance. You whimpered when he immediately slipped a single digit inside. It felt nice but unfulfilling.

He pulled his finger out and circled it over your clit ― using your own juices to lubricate the movement. You hummed, eyes fluttering as he circled the bud several times. When your thighs began to tense, he pushed his finger back inside.

He continued the teasing until you were whining beneath him. Suddenly he pressed his thumb against the bud, circling and pressing against it relentlessly.

"I'm gonna cum!" you warned, your eyes squeezing shut.

"Go ahead, pretty baby," he urged, not pausing in his torture of your clit.

You came quickly, arching and trembling on the bed. Your cunt was empty, gushing and clenching around nothing. His touches on your clit slowed until they stopped all together.

You figured he'd give you a moment to recover but, he was suddenly sliding two fingers inside you. You were so wet from your orgasm, your cum slicking down his fingers and onto the bed. You sobbed, grinding your hips into his touch. He didn't try touching your clit or your spot, showing that much mercy. Instead, he leaned down to envelop a perked nipple in his mouth while he scissored his fingers, stretching you a bit more.

You hummed, cupping the back of his head to keep him in place. He didn't seem to mind, beginning to fuck his two fingers into you faster.

"A-Another, please," you requested, whimpered when he immediately did so.

There was a slight, tiny burn that immediately gave way to pleasure. His palm pressed against your clit ― still so sensitive that it made you tremble. As he fucked you with his fingers, he switched to give your other breast attention.

Your hips jerked with his every movement, following the pace he'd set. Every time he brushed your g-spot and you whined, he would laugh.

He took so much enjoyment in your pleasure it was almost baffling. You were always sure that men would be selfish and unsatisfying in bed but Taehyung was nothing but attentive.

Perhaps he was right; he was better than any human man.

"Cum again for me," he purred, swiping his tongue along your chest before meeting your neck.

The feeling of his fingers and teeth on your neck had you inching closer to the edge of the abyss.

"T-Tae, please," you whined, grinding your hips down, "T-Touch me, please."

He hummed, moving his thumb to press against your clit. The simple touch set you off and you were coming once again beneath him. Your body was on fire, sweat sticking to you and making you pant. It crested beautifully and faded out into trembles and whines.

He didn't remove his fingers, instead beginning to nudge a fourth into you ― his pinky finger. His eyes met yours, keeping his eyes on your face as he stretched you further than he had before. The width of his hand was bordering on painful but you found it highly enjoyable. His thumb continued to circle your clit even as you sobbed in overstimulation. Your spasming walls eagerly accepted the new stretch and you found yourself relaxing into it.

He was quickly going to send you to another orgasm but before you could fall off the edge again, he removed his thumb. You whined, grinding your hips to chase the feeling. His eyes drifted down to where his fingers were buried into you, smoothing two of his fingers from his free hand over your folds.

"Stretched so wide," he muttered, scooping up some of your cum on the digits and popping them in his mouth. Your walls squeezed his fingers in response to his display.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out and you cried out at being empty so fast. Your walls weren't able to close properly and you closed your thighs at the feeling.

Instead of stopping you, Taehyung stepped off the bed. Your mouth went dry when he unbuttoned his jeans and began to shuffle them down his thighs.

You realized he wasn't wearing underwear when his cock popped free ― flushed incredibly red at the head and leaking precum down the shaft. He visibly shuddered when his cock was free from its confines and he quickly wrapped his hand around himself ― giving himself a few good squeezes.

He was just as big as you thought. His fingers didn't meet when wrapped around the girth. He was wider than his four fingers and so long that you found yourself whimpering at the thought of him drilling into you that deep.

"You still think you can take me, little one?" he asked, crawling on the bed to kneel in front of you still clenched thighs.

"Y-Yeah...want it," you let your legs fall open, showing him your flushed and swollen cunt.

Her cursed, tapping the fat head of his cock against your cunt. You whimpered when you saw just how big it was compared to your own pussy. He was surely going to rip you in half but damn if you wouldn't enjoy every second.

His precum mixed with your cum as he slid his shaft between your folds, getting the underside of him nice and wet. You whimpered, feeling him grinding against your clit bringing you close to the orgasm you'd been denied.

Before you could fall into it, he positioned his tip at your entrance. Prodding ever so slightly, he sighed at the feeling of your heat against him. You spread your legs wider for him as he began to press inside.

You cried out, clutching the sheets beneath you as he stretched you wide open. The head of him was so thick, bordering on painful. You reached out to stop him from going any further, gritting your teeth at the feeling.

"You're okay," he whispered, shifting back so he pulled out of you.

You breathed heavily, relaxing once more as he circled your clit with his thumb. As your eyes fluttered, he began to press back inside. You whined as he pushed past what he had been, thumb not letting up on your clit. You walls spasmed around him, making him groan as you began to tremble.

The head of him popped inside and you cried out as you were sent over the edge. Taehyung's body fell over yours, catching himself on his hands beside your head. You sobbed, tears filling your eyes at the pleasure of being stretched as you were.

Taehyung's mouth fell open as he felt you cum around the head of his cock. When you calmed down to just little sniffles and whimpers, he leaned down to press his lips against your neck.

"You okay, baby?" he whispered. You nodded, reaching up to cup his cheeks and pull him into a soft kiss.

He took that as his cue to sink further into you. The flare on the head of his cock was the thickest part of him and it felt much easier for the rest of him to slide in. He nudged your cervix and when you flinched at the pain, he pulled back slightly.

"Look at that," he chuckled looking between your bodies. Following his gaze, your eyes widened, "You can't even fit all of me inside you, little one."

He was right, you'd only managed to fit half his cock inside you. Your walls clenched around him at that.

"Feels so good, Tae," you whispered, feeling his cock twitch against your walls.

He grinned, moving his hips gently, sinking in as far as he comfortably could before pulling back out. Although he wasn't able to fit in you completely, he still found himself groaning against you

"Such a tight little cunt," he growled, nipping at your jaw, "Took me so well, like a good girl."

You began to grind your hips up as he sunk into you and he growled. Sitting back on his heels, he soothed his hand over your body to soothe you.

You cursed loudly when he snapped his hips much harder into you ― testing how much you could take. When you gushed and spasmed around him, he took that as a sign to keep going. You moaned so beautifully for him, body reacting like a dream to his every touch and movement.

Cunt stretched wide and stuffed full of cock, you couldn't even think of anything else. You felt drunk, dizzy and lightheaded. Taehyung cooed when you slurred out his name, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip to collect some drool there.

"You're so cute," he grinned, breaking out into a moan when you clenched him tight, "All you can think about is my cock, huh?"

"'S so good..." you whispered, the words coming out almost breathlessly.

"I know, baby," he replied, licking his lips as he moved to his cock pounding you open wider than you should have been able to take, "You're gushing and squeezing me so nice. Are you gonna cum? Can you cum for me?"

You swallowed and nodded, whining when he hit your cervix. It hurt but it blended in with the pleasure. Mindlessly, you reached down to find your clit ― intent on sending yourself over the edge.

"No, no baby," he cooed, brushing your fingers away, "You'll cum without touching your pretty clit, yeah?"

"C-Can't," you sobbed, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes.

"I think you can," he muttered, smoothing his hand over your lower stomach. "Fuck, look at that, babygirl."

You lazily followed his gaze to where his hand laid. Your cunt clenched at the sight of your stomach bulging every time he sunk in ― his cock literally molding you around it. You gasped, your high bubbling in your stomach.

"Wanna cum!" you cried, attempting to reach down and circle your clit again only to be stopped once more.

"I said no, little one," he snapped, pinning your hands above your head as he loomed above you, "You can do it. Cum for me."

Your body went still, focusing on the feeling of his cock filling you and stretching you. His cock was so big that he didn't even have to try to reach any good spots within you.

Astoundingly, you shrieked as your orgasm finally washed over you. Taehyung cursed in your ear, fucking you ruthlessly through the high. Distantly, you felt wetness splatter between your thighs and coat both of you. You chanted his name as you squirmed and writhed at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Shit, I'm― " Taehyung's warning was cut off by a groan.

His weight fell on you fully and he hid his face in your neck as he came. You hugged him against you, still trembling as he pumped his hot cum into you. There was so much, his cock keeping his cum plugged inside you. You gasped and twitched as you felt your stomach bloat over so slightly. You walls clenched around him, the idea of him filling you so much sending you into another quiet orgasm.

It was less spectacular than the others, but still left you gasping of air. Taehyung groaned in your ear as he felt you cum around his sensitive cock once again ― forcing a couple more spurts out of him to add.

It seemed like forever until his body finally relaxed. He continued to hold you, pressing kisses against any place he possibly could.

"That was...nice..." you muttered, making him laugh as he rolled off of you.

Your mouth fell open as he pulled his cock out ― it ached, there was no denying it. There was a gush of his cum, so much of it that it formed of pool beneath you. Your cheeks felt hot as Taehyung watched his cum pour out of your abused hole.

"Who knew my little human girl could take so much?" he teased, enjoyed the way you squirmed in embarrassment, "Want to take a shower?"

"Only if you will with me," you offered with a tired voice, watching his face morph into an expression of confusion.

"Is that some type of human thing?" he asked, sitting up and stretching his muscles.

"Apparently so," you whispered.

"Hey..." he paused from getting off of the bed. "You...you'll be here a while, right?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, clenching your thighs shut as you felt your core begin to burn and ache as you came back to yourself.

"Like...you won't have to go back to Earth any time, right?" his voice sounded small, almost fragile.

"I'll stay as long as I want to," you reassured, leaning over to kiss him but freezing before you could.

"What is it?" he asked, frowning.

"I'm just really fucking sore," you mumbled, flushing when he burst out laughing.

"Ah, my cute little human," he cooed, kissing your nose.

[hypmicdaydreams]

Hey! can i order headcanons for Gentaro, Jyushi and Hifumi going to the cinema to see a scary movie with their S/Oc please? Have a good night, love your blog <3

(sorry for any error, i'm using google translator)

Ah man, I can not for the life of me watch a scary movie. They terrify me too much haha. But this was very cute to write! Thank you sm for the request anon, and I hope you enjoy 💕 (and dw, there weren't any errors!)

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼, 𝗛𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗺𝗶, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗝𝘆𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀/𝗼

-pairings: gentaro yumeno x gn!reader, hifumi izanami x gn!reader, jyushi aimono x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

Gentaro

he wasn’t one to really be frightened by a horror movie as it was nothing more than a story to him, so he found a much deeper appreciation for the storytelling

if a horror movie managed to give him chills or goosebumps (which wasn’t often as of late), then gentaro considered it a success. it must’ve been a rather good watch if he wasn’t able to predict what would happen next or if it managed to catch him off-guard

he adored a good and rather chilling horror movie as much as the next person; unfortunately, however, gentaro found the majority of the more recent horror movies to be nothing but, well, terrible, so it wasn’t his favorite genre

the cheap jump scares or ominous music had no effect on him, and the shallow plot and terrible writing was borderline offensive in his mind. gentaro, more than anyone else, loved a fantastical story with a good plot and stellar writing, and the more recent horror movies were far from that

so when you suggest that the two of you go to the theaters in order to watch the latest horror movie that caught your eye, gentaro is a bit hesitant at first and isn’t expecting much from it

but seeing how you looked quite excited at the prospect of seeing a movie together with him, gentaro agreed to it. this should, at the very least, be fun considering that you’d be with him

when the movie starts, gentaro is watching with an uninterested gaze, already able to tell where this would go, if it was a cliché one or not. and if it was the former, well, he practically zoned out during the movie or tried to rewrite the scenes to make it more interesting

(gentaro never could focus on anything for too long if it wasn’t something he liked)

if you easily got scared by horror movies or if this movie in particular was making you quite frightened, gentaro would catch on to that and discreetly hold your hand in attempt to comfort you throughout, perhaps even throw a funny comment here and there about the terrible quality of it in hopes that’d help (and it lowkey did)

after the movie, you’d be talking about what you thought of the movie, saying how the jump scares took you by surprise and how it took forever to calm your racing heart. when you turn and ask gentaro for his input, he simply shrugs and says that it definitely could’ve better

i feel like he could go off on a whole tangent on how the writing was a bit bland, the characters too two-dimensional, how the horror aspect was clearly lacking. honestly, you’re impressed that he could pick up on all that, though you couldn’t help but tell yourself that it was to be expected

gentaro hated nothing more than a bad story, especially one where it was clear there was absolutely no effort put into it; and as an author himself, it felt somewhat of a personal attack

he never really did talk much, so you’d be surprised if he does start to criticize each aspect of it. though if you were left feeling slightly shaken up by the movie, then it’d help ease you up really. it was sort of a reminder that it wasn’t real

even then, if you had trouble sleeping later that night, gentaro would have no problem reassuring you that he was there and perhaps even tell a story or two of his own

Hifumi

i like to think that he isn’t one that gets scared by horror movies at first glance, instead finding them to be sorta exciting. the jump scares, however cheap, were always thrilling and got his heart racing, in a good way he liked to think

but as night falls, hifumi surely gets a tiny bit frightened as he recalled the events of the movie from a few hours ago. all of a sudden, his slightly open bedroom door and the stillness of the night was just too eerie

still though, horror movies were a guilty pleasure for him, even if they did terrify him a bit afterwards. they were simply too much fun. so when you brought up the idea of going to see a horror movie, hifumi jumped at the prospect of it

he was rather excited, more so at the fact that you guys were going out on a date, and hifumi even suggests the two of you watch it at night in order to heighten the atmosphere and leave more of an impact (a suggestion he may come soon to regret)

hifumi is, well, rather emotive; so throughout the movie, if there was anything that took him by surprise, you could easily tell from the way he slightly jumped or the small, quiet yelps of his that he couldn’t hold back

even then, however, it doesn’t seem to faze him all that much; rather, he seems a bit excited? as if the racing feeling of his heart was way too thrilling

for some reason, i could see hifumi being the type to comment on things during the movie as well, such as mentioning how that particular jump scare took him by surprise or how this scene was giving him goosebumps

it’s not that he’s talkative, but instead, he simply liked to point things out to you

if at any point you were ever starting to feel terrified during the movie, he’d be able to tell and hold your hand for reassurance, maybe even ask with a worried glance whether you wanted to step out or not. hifumi understood that horror movies weren’t for everyone and could make some feel uncomfortable (he’s literally the sweetest, i live by that)

you’d have to reassure him many times that you were fine

regardless of whether or not the movie was bad, hifumi would enjoy it either way. for one, having the experience of watching it on the big screen with you was really what made it special. secondly, it was fun either way

as you guys walk out of the theater, hifumi is talking on and on about the movie and how scary it was, even if it wasn’t that frightening. as aforementioned, he’s quite emotive, so hifumi basically describes how he was feeling throughout the entirety of the movie

and if you admit that you also felt somewhat scared from it, he’d totally agree but then go on to tell you how none of it was real either way, so it was more exciting than anything

despite that, you may find him to be somewhat more antsy at the tiniest noises or find him holding you just a bit tighter when you guys go to bed later that night

Jyushi

needless to say, he and horror movies did not mesh well together, if, at all. just the concept or synopsis of said movies were enough to send a chill down his spine as jyushi couldn’t help but imagine the endless gruesome scenarios that could take place

and at night, well, jyushi could barely sleep without some sort of comfort such as amanda or you since the only thing on his mind was the movie and a multitude intrusive thoughts, not able to help but imagine what’d happen if he or you was ever thrust upon such a scenario (no matter how unrealistic it was)

so jyushi is veryyy reluctant at first to accept your offer to go watch a horror movie at the cinema, especially if it was playing at night. he could barely get through them in the midst of the day; how’d he even fare at night when he could barely see a thing?

but when he saw just how excited you seemed to be about it, especially since you were going to see the long awaited horror movie with your boyfriend, jyushi sorta gave in

besides, he told himself over and over again that it was simply another obstacle for him to grow stronger, a part of his training in a way. it did help ease him somewhat

still though, when you guys finally do go to the cinema, jyushi makes sure that he has amanda with him as well, knowing that he’d need it by the end

when the movie starts, jyushi is pretty much trembling slightly, terrified at what could happen, so you’d have to hold his hand and give him a reassuring smile, telling him that if it was too much, then you guys could leave

this does comfort him, however, and jyushi decides to tough it out and watch it through (honestly, even if you were scared by the movie, jyushi was more so than you)

all throughout the movie, jyushi does have a hard time directly staring at the screen, always shielding his eyes with his hands or closing them each time there was a jump scare of sorts

he was also quite emotive, so each time jyushi saw something frightening, he’d let out a small yelp of sorts, maybe even jump a bit if it really did take him by surprise. it was just a bit too much for him

holds your hand through it all, for good measure, and has amanda close by at all times

at the end of the movie, when you guys walk out of the theater, jyushi is more than thrilled that it’s finally over with, though he did have to admit that it was somewhat fun

when you ask him what he thought about it, despite the fact that jyushi’s emotions are as clear as day given how pale he looked, he’d break out into his v-kei persona and try to put up a front and say that it wasn’t scary in the slightest, if only to impress you, and save for his trembling voice

of course, you can easily see through it, though you may decide to let him have it and tease him by saying how brave he was, much braver than you who got frightened by it (and he certainly grows flustered by this)

afterwards, as the two of you are going to bed, jyushi cuddles you immensely, holding you close and tight given how the movie left him quite shaken up. he may even leave the hallway light on as to provide ample light to ward off the darkness a bit

you might even stroke his hair or give him a little forehead kiss to help calm him, which certainly does do its job. honestly, being wrapped up in each other’s embrace did help ease both of your fears

[skylarmoon71]

Loki Laufeyson (Marvel) Chapter 8

"My house isn't that far from here, we can walk. Do me a favour, pat down on the use of magic. I don't want to raise any flags. You're still pretty much earning your stripes. Let's stay as lowkey as possible."

"It may be difficult. Someone like me it's a challenge to remain mundane like the rest of these foolish midgardians. "

"You do realize I'm a midgardian right?"

Dropping your stuff off, you decided to head over immediately, not before laying ground rules.

"You're entertaining at least."

"Gee thank you, flatter me why don't you."

Back to being an asshole it would seem. You expect nothing less.

"Don't worry, I won't start any wars. I promise."

"A promise from the god of lies. "

"It's the god of mischief."

"Same thing."

You stop your little back and forth battle because of an older woman who walks by. "Oh, you two are such an adorable couple. My Jeff and I argued the same when in our youth. " She smiles sweetly, walking off with a wave. Loki sends a little grin and you huff, cheeks tinting red. Walking faster, you go over all the reasons it would be a mistake to even entertain the thought.

"She's delusional if she thinks I'd ever date this douchebag. Crazy! "

Loki just trails at the back of you.

"How cute, she's embarrassed. "

Teasing you was becoming his new favorite pastime. Loki follows behind taking in all your hometown has to offer. Earth always felt so insignificant to him. Asgard was a grand place so in his eyes not many dimensions could hold a candle to his home. His gaze shifts to you.

"Maybe it isn't the place, but the people that inhabit it."

The words were something his mother said to him. Possibly when he was just a boy.

"Loki, it's the people that you care for, they are what gives our lives meaning. "

"What gives your life meaning mother?"

"Well, there's your stubborn father, your ambitious brother. And the most handsome young man in my life. Do you know who that is?" He shook his head.

"It's you." She smiled, and he giggled as she placed a kiss on his head.

"It's a secret, don't tell your brother, he might get jealous." She sends a little wink and he nods with a wide grin.

"I won't."

"Loki, hey Loki you alright?"

He was just standing there staring at the ground, when you reach out, he grabs your hand, almost like a reflex. Once he realizes, he lets go. "Sorry," That's all he says. No explanation for zoning out. You decide against asking. Loki is a mystery sometimes. There are parts of his life you may never truly know about, and you're not about to start drilling him on his issues when you have so many of your own. Quite the pair you were. In a lot of ways you were the same. You're both a bit broken.

"We're here." The small blue house with the white picket fence. And they say the american dream wasn't real.

They were right.

The secrets of a life you thought you knew so well. Walking up to the porch, you gesture to Loki, stopping him before you knock at the door.

"I'll do the talking. Don't say anything about my life now and please don't bring up New York. "

"Then why am I here? I can just scan their memories and make this entire process easier. "

"No. No hexing anyone. I'll just ask them to be honest. " He scoffs.

"And what, they tell you every dark secret. These people lied to you for years, why not just execute them where they stand." He suddenly seems angry, and you step in front of him.

"Execute them! Loki, these are my parents!!"

"Are you certain? They kept the truth about your abilities from you, who's to know they didn't steal you from another dimension and planted unrealistic ideals into your head. "

Why does this feel more personal? Not just that but the accusation he's made sounds strangely like he's saying they aren't your biological parents. They may have been things you weren't sure of, but this wasn't one of them.

"Loki...I'm not adopted."

The hard look on his face shifts, and that's when it registers.

"But you are.." The lowering of his eyes is a dead give away. Tony had mostly told you of Loki's crimes, but not so much his origins.

"There's nothing wrong with being adopted, Loki." He looks apprehensive, and before he can go on another crazed rambling you stop him.

"I don't know what you went through, and I can't claim to empathize with your pain.. Our situations are different, but that part of you, it's what makes you a person. No matter what, you can't change that. No one should expect you to. Our actions are what makes us what we become, you're still alive and breathing, so there's still time to make a new narrative. Nothing has to be set in stone. I think we both just need to work a little more on ourselves, don't you agree?"

The anger that was once boiling had completely bubbled out with just a few words from you.

"You're irritatingly insightful." He grumbles.

"One of my many talents." you smile. Now that he's no longer all death con mode, you press the doorbell. You wait patiently, and someone pulls the door open.

"How can I.." The words trail off and you smile with a little wave.

"Hi dad." The older man grins.

"John sweetie, who's at the door?"

His smile is big, and he pulls you into a hug immediately. "My girl!" you laugh as he lifts you off the ground slightly.

"Elizabeth it's (Y/N) and she's brought a boyfriend!"

"H-He's not my boyfriend!!"

When he places you back on the ground he moves to Loki shaking his hand vigorously.

"Come in, come in, make yourself at home. " He pats Loki on the back, and he just follows along with an awkward smile as your father closes the door. Your mother comes rushing from around the corner, all but launching herself into your arms.

"Why didn't you tell us you were stopping by? I'm so unprepared for a guest."

"Don't worry we're not staying for long I just have to-"

"Nonsense, you're staying for dinner. "

"Mom, listen to me I need to know about-"

"You have a guest, " She turns to Loki. "I'm sorry for my daughter's lack of manners. I tried my best with this one."

"Mom!"

"No need to apologize Ms. Godfrey, I'm sure you did all you could." John belts out a laugh.

"I like this one, he's funny." You just direct your death glare at Loki.

"I'm gonna kill you." Your eyes say it all, and Loki heeds no warning.

"How about I help you set up dinner?" Loki offers. Elizabeth gasps. "How thoughtful of you, (Y/N) you better hold onto this one. Follow me Mr.."

"Loki, Loki Laufeyson."

"Oh what an interesting name. You're so handsome too." She giggles, ushering him out. You're about to follow. "Not so fast, come on and tell your old man everything about your new job. Everything is settling okay. If you need help just let us know. "

"I'm fine dad." You're a bit defeated. Your whole reason for being here has gone to shit.

"Let's garden and talk, your mother will be there for a while."

You won't be getting any answers anytime soon. That much is apparent.

~~~~

The hours have buzzed by, and now you're all sitting on the dinner table.

"So how did you two meet?"

"Mom for the last time, we're not dating."

"Why not, he's such a nice young man."

If only they knew.

"Anyway, I didn't come here to talk about my love life. Mom when I was a kid there was an accident and I-"

"Yes, why didn't I think of this before." She jumps out of her seat, rushing to the living room. You're not sure why, that's until she comes pacing back in with a photo album. Groaning, you place your palm on your face.

"Our girl was such a chubby little thing. So adorable." If you weren't embarrassed before, you surely are now. She places the book on the table and Loki leans over. He laughs at the image of you as an infant biting on a milk bottle. Your mother held you as she smiled at the camera.

"Please stop." Your father is chuckling, patting your arm.

"You shouldn't have gotten her started."

Her fingers brush the image, and as she turns to show him different parts of your childhood, she stops at a particular one, and there's a weight of guilt and sadness. Your eyes narrow, and you stare at the photo. You couldn't be any older than maybe seven years old. But you have two bandages. One on the right side of your forehead and the other on your left forearm. Despite the injuries you're smiling as you try to mount the bicycle. You try to gauge your father's expression, and he looks just as pained.

You're not the only one who picks up on it.

"Desert anyone?" Loki asks with a smile. Elizabeth smiles. "Yes of course. Loki here makes a very mean apple pie." She's about to stand to get it.

"(Y/N), and I will get it."

"Nonsense you're the guests." John opposes.

"I insist, it's the least I can do." If there's one thing Loki's good at is charming people. You stand, and you both head to the kitchen. Out of earshot, you look over his shoulder.

"Did you-"

"Yes, that picture, it must have something to do with it all." They looked almost devastated. How do you go about bringing up a topic that brought so much pain?

"Can we hold off on the questions, just until tomorrow." You were stalling, Loki knows this, what he also realizes is when you finally gain the courage to ask them, it won't be easy on either side.

"Okay. We can hold off."

"Thank you." Taking a breath, you turn to the counter, pressing your hands as you lower your head.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." You're far from fine, but right now isn't the time. You have to get in together. Slapping your face lightly, you start moving around to get utensils and some plates. "Let's not keep them waiting. " Planting a smile on your face, you walk back out. Loki picks up the dish with the pie, following you out. For the remainder of the night, you wear the biggest smile, it's the only thing keeping you together.

~~~~

This isn't exactly where you thought the night would go, neither was having a god in your childhood bed, sharing the space.

After a very trying dinner, your parents insisted you needed to stay the night, even though you explicitly explained that all your stuff was back at the hotel. On top of that, the whole mutant talk never even popped up because you were too scared to talk about it.

Now, you're back in your old room, with Loki. In your bed. Right next to you.

"Please tell me we don't have to actually stay the night." you turn your back to him.

"Trust me I like this even less than you. Just go to sleep. I'll talk to them in the morning."

"How do I sleep in this atrocious room?"

"Sorry I didn't grow up in a palace, your majesty."

"Please, our prisons are better than this." You flip back over with a glare.

"Just shut up and sleep!!"

"No need to yell." You huff, yanking the sheets.

"Entitled bastard."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"I could have sworn I heard a common midgardian insulting me."

"Bite me!"

"Careful now, I might think that you're flirting with me." You have a half a mind to kick his ass out of your bed, but you'll be the mature one and ignore his little retorts. You just close your eyes, trying to even out your breathing. Loki gets the message, because he doesn't say much more after that. The silence is kind of calming, the first significant calm you felt since you started this little adventure.

"Earlier, what you said, do you truly believe someone like me can change." When you turn your head, he keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

"I do think people can change. Even a self consumed douchebag like yourself."

Loki laughs. "So close," He speaks.

"Yep, so close."

If Loki realized there were parts of him that needed fixing, then he wasn't that far from saving.

"Goodnight Loki."

"Goodnight Mortal."

Meh, maybe a small part of him.

[juneviews]

axelle judges bl shows > Hidden Love

shitty summary: Kim and his friends get stuck at their dorm for 14 days of quarantine, only his crush Tha is there too. Along the way, they not only discover their feelings for each, but a ten years old forbidden love story that comes to haunt them all.

where to watch it: dramacool

grade: 7/10

pros:

- win & wit, man. I loved them, and they quickly became the only reason I kept watching the show. their story is beautifully heartbreaking & despite the short scenes between them, some literally made my heart ache so hard bc they were so beautiful. this is not the classic bl ship, and it made this ship & the whole show stand out.

- this is definitely an original bl show. I like that it made homophobia a big theme of its show instead of the characters living in a bubble, and actually acknowledged the sexuality of its characters. I also think the horror concept was done pretty well! it’s not scary at all, but it is intriguing enough that you wanna keep watching. overall there’s no other thai show I’ve ever watched or even heard of that feels like this one, so I’d honestly just recommend it for the ~experience~

- going hand in hand with it, it’s a quite entertaining show. it does slow down towards the end & gets let entertaining, but still overall I genuinely had fun bc the fact that it doesn’t take itself seriously allowed for so much craziness I was definitely having fun lol

- the acting was pretty good. like yes, obviously, there’s a lot of over-the-topness (love inventing words), but I do think every one of the main actors had at least one scene where they did get to show a more emotional & deep side of them and I appreciated it. also the actors for win & wit were REALLY good, wit when he’s mourning?? heart-wrenching. win & his heart eyes?? SO GOOD.

- the chemistry was also pretty good. even if the main ship isn’t my favorite, they were cute. and again, not to sound like a broken record or anything... but win & wit were amazing. sure, their chemistry isn’t the most consistent, but in most scenes they were EXCELLENT and you could feel the love & want through the screen.

cons:

- seeing as this is both a comedy & a ghost show, there is no real time for character development or even depth of character. sure, there are more emotional moments & the characters still get a tiny bit developed, but it’s truly not enough, and frankly you’re not very attached to them by the end of the show. they’re fun, but it’s hard to really care about this show bc the characters are so cartoon-ish & dramatic (except win & wit, I would die for them.)

- the main ship is pretty... meh. honestly they’re cute but their whole story is quite badly written & feels very all over the place most of the time. they didn’t make the show worse than it already was... but they didn’t make it any better either.

- a lot of the show is unrealistic (you know, apart from the fucking ghost roaming the building lol), but what KILLED me is how win & wit love story is supposed to be SO forbidden when it took place... ten years ago. I’m sorry but it’s very hard to believe every single person in thailand was homophobic 10 years ago & now everyone loves the gays lol. sure, people are probably more open-minded nowadays, but the way they portrayed win & wit’s relationship as if it happened 50 years ago in terms of acceptance was just freaking weird & really undermined the really important & hard-hitting aspects of their forbidden love storyline.

would I rewatch it: probably not tbh

This show was genuinely so much better than what I expected it to be. Is it still kinda trash? Yup. But frankly I would lowkey still recommend it bc it stands out so much from any other thai bl I’ve ever watched. (And you know I’ve watched a lot lol)

[oftenderweapons]

Illicit Affairs — Jin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Wordcount: 8.4k

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello my sugar gliders! Here we go with Jin’s Illicit Affairs. Sorry for postponing this but I was literally drained of energies. But on to more pleasing things. 

Plot: After Jin and Angel start exploring their kinkier side, Jin finds himself completely amused by even the smallest things that he is now allowed to do. This sudden revelation brings him to experiment more in the bedroom. And not only there

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Okay. Swearing. Masturbation (both male and female receiving), Oral sex (male and female receiving), spit play, power play (Master!Jin Sub!reader), cock worship, multiple orgasms, orgasm deprivation, overstimulation, sex toys (vibrating wand), breast slapping, cum play and cum swallowing, slight degradation, possessive sex, lowkey angry sex, marking, face fucking (male receiving), hair gripping/tugging (male receiving), unprotected sex within an established relationship (please, once more, be sure you and your partner(s) are safe before you choose to go bare). Oh, Seokjin is big so, belly bulge. And... carpet burns? Also: RIP to Angel’s blouse. 

Here is a very tiny playlist for these two (Spotify version only, sorry) 

Remember to check out my masterlist and keep an eye on the voting link, I’m opening it again very very soon. 

ALSO!!! Let me thank @joheun-saram​ for planning this out with me and for being the most supportive cute bubble in this whole galaxy 🥰

Enjoy! 💜✨

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Seokjin had never felt that good in all of his life.

He always felt excited, eager, needy.

He wanted you all the time.

He wanted vanilla and spice.

He wanted to kiss you slow, explore your body, watch as you arched your back, as you panted and gasped, as you parted your lips and closed your eyes. He wanted to watch you get lost into pleasure.

Again.

And again.

And again.

He never thought he could wish for a quickie on the sofa on a Wednesday, after a whole day at the studio, practicing choreo. Still, he’d watched you bounce on his cock, pressing his face into your tits, he’d engorged your nipples in his mouth, he had watched you get your first orgasm and he’d gone for the second, teasing your clit with one hand and slapping your tits with another.

He had enjoyed every second and the more he looked at your mouth agape, eyes soft and imploring, the more he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, and the louder your skin smacked against his thighs, the more he felt the utter need to make it all escalate faster, harder, wilder.

He wanted to show you something new, something your ex had never given you, no matter the toys and threesomes and all of that kinky stuff you used to do with him.

He wanted to show you how wild you always got him. How much exploring he wanted to do with you.

And that was beside the riding crops and vibrators and nipple clamps, beside the list of things you liked and the things he wanted to do to you. He had a whole year worth of fantasies, of wet dreams he had never dared venture into. 

With erotic fury he moved you to the carpet, feeling the fibres beginning to burn his knees shortly after the sensation started diffusing through your ass and shoulders.

“Jin!” You called, trying to slow him down, though his mighty thrusts were literally driving you across the floor.

“Angel, I need—”

“It burns, Jinnie, please.” You said, with an apologetic smile.

He looked around with a furrowed brow. He was close. Again.

He could use a slow down.

“Hold onto me.” He said, making you wrap your legs around his ridiculously thin waist and your arms around his neck.

“Gonna move.” He said, refusing to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. It would be unrealistic, he would most definitely slip out, walking would be uncomfortable and it would probably just edge you — which he had no intention doing.

He just wanted you to cum. And cum. And cum. Drain him. All he asked was to fill you up with his cum and watch it dribble down your thighs and cover his cock as he slipped out.

With an uncaring sweep of his forearm across the coffee table, he threw a bunch of video games and dvd cases, together with a box of tissues to the floor, the magazines falling open, making a mess of bent pages and the sound of a tear coming from somewhere.

“I hope that wasn’t the travel catalogue.”

“Don’t care. Need to fucking rail you,” he said, placing your back on the table, the angle now ideal to ram into you while he was kneeling and watching your tits shake at every single one of his thrusts.

“Jin, I love you so damn much,” you removed your hands from his shoulders while he caught your waist for leverage. You gripped the edge of the table and crossed your ankles behind his back. “Wreck me?”

He grinned. “I love you, you demon.” And with that he snapped. He held you tight, pistoning in and out of you aggressively, his hair, messy, sweaty and a bit too long, going in all directions. “Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“Too much.” You hiccuped, moving your hand to try and reach for his wrist.

“Put that hand back in place, Angel.” He growled.

You obeyed. Not like you had much choice. Rebelling would be counterproductive.

And the chances of him overthrowing you were far too high. He would ruin your orgasm and spill on your belly.

Too much damage, too much lost potential.

You let him ram into you, your neck arching up to spot the bulge he was causing on your lower belly.

“Angel.” He called, stern.

“Yes,” You replied, almost adding a ‘sir’ before remembering that his dark tone was due to desire, rather than dominance,

“Is this how you want it?” He asked, grunting before delivering another push.

“Harder.”

He clenched his jaw and picked up his pace.

“Like that, Jin.” You said, praising him, noticing how much the effort was getting to him. “Best cock of my entire life, Jin. Swear to god.”

“You made me such a wicked man, uh?”

The pattern of his hips started faltering as he went harder, his spine freezing and burning up before he snapped forward. “You've made me become a filthy, dirty man, Angel, ” He growled and you started squeezing him tight, waiting for him to hit the right spot.

He did, just as his orgasm peaked and started subsiding.

“You're not an angel. You're a demon.” He murmured, collapsing onto you, fighting exhaustion to keep going until he heard your tiny squeal.

“You're my dirty angel and I love you.” He rasped against your ear. “My angel.”

You gasped and locked your muscles around his cock, squeezing him so violently he had to shut his eyes tight, small crinkles forming around them.

“Jin,” you called, holding him to your chest, keeping him close, looking for his reassurance.

He fixed your hair out of your face. “You've done great, my love.”

“I'm so tired.” You said, closing your eyes, so ready to fall asleep.

“We need to clean you up.” He reminded you. “Then you can fall asleep as fast as you want, sweetie.”

“Don't leave.” You said, feeling him pull out. “Just a minute,” you implored, murmuring.

“The more we stay here, the more we'll get sleepy.”

Of course he wanted to stay inside of you, but he was too tired to carry you to bed and he needed you on your feet.

“Okay.” You replied, without hiding a sad inclination* in your voice.

He touched your face, kissing you as he parted from your warmth. “I love you.” He said, trying to give you enough closeness to make the separation less traumatic.

“I love you,” You echoed, pecking him as he finally slipped out. “I'm dripping.” You said, worrying about the carpet.

He quickly grabbed some tissues from the nearby box and cleaned you up as well as he could.

“I've got you.” He said, keeping the tissues in one hand before he helped you up.

As you both walked down the corridor, headed for the master bathroom, he kept holding your hand, not letting his touch abandon you.

“Let me get ready for bed.” You murmured, kissing his shoulder.

He nodded and kissed your brow in return, your head slotting perfectly under his chin. “I’ll go fix the coffee table.” He said before heading out.

The moment he returned he headed for the bathroom briefly before sliding in behind you, under the covers. “I love you, Angel. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I love you too, Jinnie.”

He wrapped an arm around you. He wasn’t used to holding you in your sleep, since you both didn’t like feeling clingy, but an arm casually flung over your body? That he could handle.

He could handle it so fine he fell asleep in record time.

You followed right in his track.

He was late. Very late. Awfully, reprehensible late.

He entered the conference room in a rush. Thank goodness the meeting with the creative team hadn’t started yet. “Morning everyone, sorry for being late. Tiny breakfast accident.”

Jeongguk and Hoseok looked at him with worried eyes that quickly filled with mirth.

Yoongi smirked and looked down, shaking his head.

Namjoon visibly stomped Jimin’s foot before the rascal could speak, his intentions already clear thanks to the devilish expression on his face.

Taehyung was mostly impassive, yawning before clicking his pen, slightly annoyed. “Can we start now?”

He hated seven am meetings. Especially when they set them that early to accommodate Jeongguk and Namjoon’s gym schedule. He still had to wrap his head around all the excitement about working out; but maybe that had to do with Lace being quite enthusiastic about his lithe body, soft in all the best ways and all the right places.

The crew got started, still the more they went on, the more Seokjin realised he was barely involved in the conversation, Namjoon and Taehyung and Yoongi being the most opinionated, with occasional interruptions by Jeongguk, who seemed to already have grasped his hyungs’ visions.

Hoseok listened quietly, ever observing. Jimin looked pretty. As usual. He was attentive and followed the conversation, still he kept most of his ideas and limited himself to approving or rejecting suggestions.

He seemed he had already found three pieces he wanted to put his hands on and he and some members of the recording crew had already started working on demos, recording vocals for Namjoon and Jeongguk to give words to.

Seokjin felt a bit too relaxed staying there, looking at the process, being addressed only a few times.

He was already okay with working on the song that would be left out, trusting his friends to choose what had most potential for them and hand him the piece he would tailor to his voice. It was their method and he loved it, it kept him from being indecisive. He hated feeling indecisive and he felt like that happened way too often for him.

And in the end he was glad he could let his body and soul disconnect from the moment and wander back to other visions. Of you warm and tender in your bed, resting serenely.

He had never seen you so peaceful in your sleep like after a rowdy fuck. Even during your vanilla life, he managed to give you pleasure — you had reassured him about that — but your sleep, though undisturbed and heavy, had never resembled the total black out that followed your wildest nights together.

He loved watching you sleep like that, knowing he had taken all you could give, knowing you were sated to the bone and — indulging a darker desire — basking in the possessive certainty that you had nothing left to give to someone else or to handle yourself.

He felt accomplished. Proud, even.

Nevertheless, his mind couldn’t stop wandering back to the image of you earlier that morning, a couple minutes before he realised he was late.

Your breasts were soft and warm from sleep, cheeks and lips puffy, your face the portrait of innocence and peacefulness. You were the Angel he had fallen in love with. Still he knew that, had he woken you up, you would have clung onto him until your skins would have melted together, his head shoved between your tits, while his cock was buried deep inside you. Or maybe you would have joined him in the shower, jerking him off, kissing between his shoulder blades and telling him you were still too ruined from the night before.

However, that morning, before he could kiss you, he spotted the alarm right behind your back, telling him he had a meeting in fifteen minutes.

All he could do was rush out, praying for his morning erection to calm down quick enough for him to rush through the most minimalistic morning routine without looking like a mechanic doll.

The more the talks went on, the more he realised he needed to see you.

By eleven am the meeting was adjourned, Namjoon and Jeongguk rushing out to their gym schedule, with a disappointed Taehyung staring at them in confusion.

Yoongi and Hoseok headed to their neighbouring studios quietly while Seokjin remained to his own thoughts.

He decided he could use a run on the treadmill and some light cardio. The first time he checked his phone was eleven thirty. He thought about calling you, but he changed his mind and moved on to another side of the gym, hopping on a stationary bike and starting his usual workout. His friends joined him shortly after. They exercised quietly, each of them breaking out in a fit of giggles with a comment or another.

As they entered the changing room, Jeongguk spoke. “So, Angel…” He said, with a tiny teasing vein in his voice.

“Yeah. Angel,” Seokjin said, thinking of you.

“Did it get better?” Namjoon asked, without malice.

Jin nodded. “Yes. Significantly.” He looked at his phone again. “Do we have meetings in the afternoon?”

Namjoon smirked. He empathised with his hyung. He knew the gleam in his eyes, the way Jin’s fingers ached to text you. “We have an online interview at five, so you’ll have to be here at two for makeup and a quick briefing.”

Jin nodded. “Great.”

“Fifteen minutes late is all they’ll allow you. And no marks.” Namjoon murmured softly, barely bearable as he stretched to Jin’s ear. “Go, Romeo.”

Jin changed his clothes in record time, texting you a very neutral “be home for lunch” as he ran home in record time.

The moment you found the text you grew instantly worried, mostly because it was rare for Seokjin to send you such dry, neutral texts. And then he had never interfered with your schedule except once, when he had come home to tell you that your weekend getaway had to be annulled because of his job.

It was almost one pm when you heard the door open, signalled by the electronic beep of the lock. “Angel?” He called from the entryway.

“Yes!” You said, rushing through the corridor and finding him in the hall.

“You’re home.” He said plainly, looking at you as he dropped his bag.

“What happened?” You asked, staring at him.

He had those eyes. The dark, deep ones that you loved so much. You knew he wouldn’t give you bad news this time. And he wouldn’t be asking you out for lunch either.

He wanted something and you knew what it was.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He growled quietly.

“You left in a rush.” You found the hair tie at your wrist and collected your hair slowly, like you were in front of a wolf ready to attack you and you didn’t want to scare him. You kept looking in his eyes.

“I was forced to leave.” He said, mirroring your guarded stance. “Even though I had plans.”

“What kind of plans?” You asked, loosening a button of your blouse.

“How about I show you now?” He suggested, his hands gripping his belt and beginning to undo it. “Kneel.”

You grinned and lowered yourself to your knees, opening one more button of your blouse and looking up at him, opening your mouth and lolling out your tongue, sitting on your heels and placing your palms on your knees.

“Close your mouth, darling.” He said, slipping his hand inside his jeans, underneath the waistband of his boxers, and wrapping his fingers around his cock. “Don’t want your jaw to get tired before it’s due.”

He let his jeans slide down his thighs, the outline of him barely appearing under the white boxers, since his hand was tenting them, however the fabric stretched interestingly around his left hipbone, where the tip of his cock rested.

“Jin.” You whined, pleading. “Let me see you.”

He tried to take his time, waiting for his sex to be fully rigid, which he was sure was about to happen in record time, considering the way you were looking at him, with your wide, attentive gaze, drenched in curiosity and adoration.

“Hold on a second.” He said, moaning when he felt his length twitch on its own.

“Now, please. I want you in my mouth.” You keened, parting your lips and wetting them seductively. “You feel so good in my mouth.” You said, luring him in more and more. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“In a second, Angel.” He said. “Show me that you deserve it.” He provoked you, taking a step closer.

You needed no further encouragement: with eager hands and eyes and mouth, you grabbed the back of his knees and dove for his thighs, keeping eye contact as you began to lick his soft, shaved skin.

“I love you so much.” You whined, nipping at his sensitive inner leg. “I love your soul, your brain, your personality, your morals. I love your body.” You said, feeling the back of his thighs with your nails, raking them gently and causing a shiver to run up his spine, making him close his eyes as the sensation diffused in his head.

“I love your cock.” You said, sucking his tip through the fabric, feeling him give the tiniest of thrusts before placing his hand on top of your head and pushing your lips away.

“You don’t deserve it yet.” He tutted, finally taking his cock out.

You stared at it mesmerised. It was veiny. More than usual, maybe because of the hot weather.

“Please, I love it so much.” You begged. “It's mine. I want it.”

He smiled wickedly as he rubbed the tip, opening his eyes and looking down at you with mocking pity. “Is it yours, now?”

“Yes. Mine.” You said, biting his leg. “Mine.”

You were so hungry and he had never felt so desired. He rarely felt confident enough to feel sexy, but with you staring at him like that, he was ready to hit the stage shirtless.

Not that he would actually do that. His cock wasn't the only thing belonging to you exclusively.

“You love it so much?” He asked, drawing your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, smearing his precum over it.

As soon as you spotted the salty tang of it, you sucked his finger in your mouth, trying to capture his essence.

“You, hungry little angel.” He said, derision still woven in his voice. “You have a taste for wicked, naughty things, haven't you?” He snickered and pulled his hand away.

“It's not my fault you taste divine.” You said, sitting up and trying to wrap your lips around his tip.

He pushed you down by your shoulder. “No.” He scolded you. “Maybe you forgot who's in charge here. Sit down.” He took a step back, moving too far for you to reach him.

You obeyed. You already knew the smartest method was obedience and flattery.

“Hands behind your back, Angel.”

You followed his command.

“Keep quiet unless you want me to gag you. You know your mouth on me is just an accessory, right?” There it was. Degradation. You felt it like a slap on your face.

You looked down.

“Although I prefer to feel it on me.” He mused, moaning as he stroked himself once, deliberately, slowly and lasciviously. He was taunting you. “Promise me you will behave so that you can serve your Master correctly and fully.”

Master. That was new.

“Yes, Master. I promise, Master.” You replied, fulfilling his request.

“Excellent.” He mused. “I will dominate you, Angel. I will give you very precise instructions on how to worship my dick. I want you to follow those instructions without hesitation or doubt, nevertheless you are free to use your safe word whenever you need. Yellow will call for a slowdown, red for a stop. Green will mean you're safe to go. Our usual colour system, my Angel. Do you agree to my conditions?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That's my Angel.” He smiled, not an ounce of evil in his body. Fondness washed through him for a second before he realised how impatient and needy you were getting. He felt desired and sexy all over again.

You had a thin sheen of sweat covering your chest and your eyes had turned into endless pits of desire as dark as the first night of the universe before it exploded. Your breathing was shallow and you kept licking your lips, trying to wet them, trying to stop your mouth from feeling parched, completely overwhelmed by the excitement of having him in this mood.

He took a step toward you, bending his shaft to your lips, placing it there with the lightest touch. “Kiss it.” He ordered.

You gave it the most innocent peck, sucking just a bit of skin with too little pressure for Seokjin to deem it disobedience or teasing.

“Good. Now I want you to drool on it, Angel. Cover it in your spit.” He ordered with a dark and sweet timbre. “It’s yours, isn’t it? Then claim it.” He taunted.

Instinctively, you started sucking on your tongue, getting your mouth to water, the rusty scent of him making you salivate enough to gather some drool between your lips and let it slide down, drawing a line from base to tip.

“Again. More.” He commanded, watching in amusement as you repeated the gesture. Satisfied with the result, he started massaging himself, stroking his length with your saliva acting as a lubricant. “See, you did a good job for Master. An excellent job actually, Angel.”

He gave a few more strokes before he stopped, his brow furrowed deliciously, his plump lips curled in focus, his eyelids lifting slowly and lusciously.

“Tongue out.” He barked out, your body obeying without you even thinking.

Still focused in his lust, he pressed his slit against your tongue, milking his length so that you could taste his precum. He moaned when he felt the velvety tenderness of your tongue, dragging his sensitive glans against you.

“Goodness, Angel. You’re divine, darling. Can I get more, sweetness? Can I slide in your mouth?”

You nodded.

“Is it a green, Angel?” He asked just to be sure. He backed away for a second, letting you speak.

“Yes, Master. Please, Master.”

He took a deep breath and relaxed.

“Do you like my taste, Angel?” He asked, stroking himself again.

“No one tastes as sweet, Master. I want to have your taste on my mouth for the rest of my life.” You said, praising him, letting him know just how addicted you were to his taste.

He was close. His wrist watch told him he had only fifteen minutes left.

He couldn’t believe he had already spent so much time like this with you. Once, if he had had an hour he wouldn’t even had given it a try, now he was desperate and hungry enough to make even a fifteen minutes break worth the try.

“I have ten minutes until I have to leave, Angel. Make them worth it, lovely.”

Opening your mouth in a wide ‘o’, you let him slip his cock past your lips, the spongy texture of him making you want to squish him with the pressure of your cheeks.

You gave him a tentative squeeze, looking up at him with curious eyes.

Seokjin met your gaze with his sweet, raptured one. “Yes, my love. Do that. You’ve earned it.”

Closing your eyes and purring, you unleashed yourself over him, immediately starting to bob your head, feeling him reach past the back of your tongue, the first inch touching your throat.

“You deserve all of it, Angel.” He said, whining tentatively. As he felt you tap his thigh three times, he slid out, letting you breathe. “Okay, Angel. Okay. My adorable dirty Angel. Take your time, sweetness.” He said, letting his demeanour soften once he noticed your obedient behaviour. “Does it suit your needs, love?”

You nodded. “You always suit my needs, Master.”

He hummed in approval. “Adorable indeed. That’s what you are, my lovely naughty devil.” He had read on a BDSM forum that most subs who felt ashamed of their nature could become more confident through praise, often associating negative traits with positive adjectives. He had a whole list of words he could use specifically for this reason, but the ones he preferred often put together despicable traits with words of love and affirmation.

“Please, Master, I am ready for you.” You mewled, licking your lips and waiting for him to come to you. He was still in command, after all.

He fed you his cock with a proud smirk. You were behaving just as he wanted you to, without even needing to command you. “Here’s your reward, love.” He murmured, slipping past your lips. “Love your mouth, oh goodness, yes, suck it… Just like that, Angel, yes, ____.” He grinned. “So proud of you, love. Take it, yes.” He thrusted a few times, your eyes watering as you felt him reach deeper in your throat. His hand gripped his thigh and he pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.

You understood the situation when you noticed him milking his cock.

“You know the rules. No swallowing, little demon.” He growled, his breathing erratic, the pauses between inhale and exhale getting longer and longer until he turned completely silent, holding his breath for ten, twenty seconds and finally releasing a long moan, shortly anticipating his release hitting your tongue. Suddenly, all your focus went to keeping the hot, salty liquid in your mouth. He squeezed his base as he gave a tinier cry, dragging his tight fist up, to your lips, letting the last few drops dribble out before he parted from you.

“You. You, Angel, are one hell of a thing.” He said, shaking his head and chuckling ecstatically. His eyes opened with difficulty, bliss still weighing heavy on his features. “Show me your treasure, my pretty devil.” He taunted, bending down and wrapping his hand around your jaw, waiting for you to drop it.

As you did, he noticed the perlaceous liquid pooled on the dip of your tongue.

“That’s heaven, love. Isn’t it?”

You nodded, careful about not spilling.

“Good. You said my cock belongs to you.” He said, again cold and devilish.

Once more, you shook your head in approval.

“Then if my cock belongs to you, I should have the right to claim something too, shouldn’t I?”

You marvelled. Did you still have time for a quickie? Amazing.

He noticed your eyes spark up with joy and amusement and got even more delighted. Gently, he drew the line of buttons of your blouse with his fingers, before slipping his hands into the neckline.

Your eyes closed in pleasure. Suddenly you were very, awfully aware of how your panties were sticking to your skin with wetness.

And then you heard a rain of small clicks. Opening your eyes, you noticed a few buttons of your blouse running around you on the floor.

Kim Seokjin, the man of your dreams, your partner, your lover, your boyfriend, hopefully your future husband and the future father of your children had ripped your blouse open.

“Keep that mouth open, Angel.” He murmured, pointing his index finger and bringing it to your lips, into your mouth, on your tongue. Collecting his semen, he moved his hand to your chest, just above the line of your bra.

“Kim.”

Again.

“Seok.”

Again.

“Jin.” He grinned. “There. All mine.” He looked at you, still there with your jaw hanging open while he sucked at his pointer finger and released it with a pop. “Close your mouth and swallow, Angel.”

As if under a spell, you obeyed.

“Good girl, ____.” He kissed your lips chastely, still uncomfortably bent down to your height. “Love you.” He mouthed quietly. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, still dazed, his cum searing against your chest.

“Need anything?” He asked, apprehensive and dedicated as usual.

“Maybe your cock inside me?” You said, your brow furrowing.

He checked his watch. “Oh, sorry. No can do, lovely.” He said, feigning compassion.

Your frown deepened. “What do you mean, ‘no can do’?” You said, growing alarmed.

He closed his zipper and headed to the bathroom. “I must head back by two.”

You chased after him, swearing when a button got stuck under your foot. “What do you mean?”

“What I have just said, Angel. Can’t believe I fucked you stupid just like that.” He dried his hands and exited. “Oh, I think you should really sweep the floor. Those buttons could be dangerous.”

“Don’t go.” You cried out, “Stay here. Fuck me stupid for real.”

“Can’t do.” He said. “Interview.” He pouted mockingly.

“I can bet you’re making that up.”

“I wish, love.” He kissed your temple.

“Jin?” You whined.

“Tonight.” He replied, touching your face. “Oh, and about tonight, would you do me the favour of not touching yourself this afternoon? Thank you.”

You scoffed. “Are you for real?” You seethed, staring at him as he got ready to head out.

“Very.” He looked up at you and beamed up adorably.

You wanted to strangle him.

“I love you.”

“I’m gonna choke you with your own cock. I swear to god! Kim Seok—”

He closed the door unceremoniously, without even letting you finish your sentence.

You were even too furious to be horny anymore.

With frustration drowning your every cell, you took the broom and collected the buttons in the hall, an angry sneer obstinately painted on your face.

The moment Seokjin came home that night, he knew he was potentially in trouble.

He had handled his afternoon schedule just fine, the two hours on the hair and makeup seat complimenting his postcoital bliss just perfectly.

His mates had wildly enjoyed his brilliant interactions during the interview, his mood so sparkly and bright that both Namjoon and Yoongi had knowingly shaken their heads in disapproval and amusement, and of course, not without a sliver of envy.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the apartment was that you weren’t in the kitchen, where he would normally find you, working on some basic receipt he had taught you.

You weren’t in the living room either.

A small part of him worried, while the rest of him tried to keep his composure, exploring the various rooms of the apartment.

He noticed a small light coming from the bedroom and he went for it, entering and finding you in a robe, laying in bed, with a box of takeaway laying on your stomach as you watched tv.

“Angel?” He asked.

You looked at him and stayed silent, moving your focus back to the television.

“Angel?” He called again, walking to the bed and crawling on top of it. “Are you okay, love?”

You stayed indifferent.

He panicked. “Why am I getting the silent treatment? What did I do wrong?”

You snorted and shook your head, filling your mouth as you tried not to talk to him.

“This is unfair, I said I would take care of you tonight.” He complained with his high pitched, whiny tone. “Come on, Angel, talk to me.”

You frowned and shook your head.

“Oh… Baby.” He sat beside your legs and kissed your knees. “You’re still grumpy about it?” He nuzzled against your skin. “You didn’t get yourself off when I left? That’s why you’re still grumpy?” He hoped for a response. None came. “You really followed my rule?” He asked, wide eyed, completely endeared and amused.

At that you had to speak. “I didn’t do that for your stupid rule but because I was fucking angry.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Angry at me?”

You nodded.

“Your favourite person in the world?” He asked, taunting you. “Scratch that. Your favourite person in the universe?” He went on teasing.

You refused to acknowledge that.

“The human attached to your favourite cock?” He whined, acting outraged. “Angry at me? Your Seokjinnie?”

“Don’t talk to me.” You replied with a growl.

He shook his head. “Oh no. I can’t have it like that.”

“You should have thought about that this afternoon.” You replied, your voice petty and snarky.

“Come on,” he said, kissing your calf. “I know you don’t want to leave it like this.”

His stomach rumbled at the smell of what you were eating. He had had a quick meal as he waited for his makeup, but dinner time had just passed and he hadn’t yet eaten. Still, food was his last worry.

You let him grovel a bit, his hand climbing from your ankle, to your knee, to your thigh, almost reaching your hip before you swatted at it. “You need better convincing.” You said, standing up and taking away the empty boxes of food.

Seokjin let himself fall against the mattress, thinking about your favourite things to do to get back in your good graces.

He sat up, suddenly struck by inspiration before he landed on the floor with a bounce, diving for your bedside table. He fumbled around a little before finding a sturdy vibrating wand.

He hummed in approval before plugging it in behind your drawer and hiding the toy under the bed.

When you returned, you found him casually lounging in bed, suspiciously calm, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

Trying to act indifferent to his beautiful torso, his wide chest, his chiselled collarbones, you laid down next to him, acting a bit embarrassed now that there was this silent gap between the two of you.

He rolled onto his side and dove for your shoulder, still keeping some sort of distance between the two of you as he only touched you with his lips. “I’m sorry.” He spoke gently. “I should have told you about us having too little time.”

You softened, but still you had to keep your mask of indifference. “It changes nothing.”

He shook his head, rubbing his lips against your skin. For a second he hesitated. Maybe you wanted him gone. Hesitantly, he left a slightly more passionate kiss just below your ear, on the soft skin hiding just behind your earlobe.

He felt you shiver in the damp, hot summer night; and he also noticed the way your chest caved, a long exhale leaving your barely parted lips.

“I need your consent, Angel.” He said, kissing lower, reaching your jaw. “You know I can take all of that away.” He murmured, nibbling at the sift skin, but also at the hard edge of the bone underneath. His touch was so light, like he wasn’t really biting, but more like feeling you with his teeth and lips.

This. This was your undoing. When his dedicated, adoring side, met his needy, desperate one. After all, dedication and adoration had worked for more than a year — it was a reminder of that first, flawless time. Candles, flowers, champagne, you and him, laying on the bed naked in front of each other, kissing and kissing and doing nothing more. Just being in each other’s arms and kissing. You were literally drenched by the time he placed his hand between your legs. You had made love since the very first time, with fondness and attention and devotion.

And now here was your devoted — if slightly animalistic — boyfriend, best friend, partner in crime.

“Okay.” You said, coldly minimising your longing.

“Okay what?” He asked, finally adding just the tip of his tongue to his kisses.

“You say you want my consent and that you can take my grumpiness away. I say okay. Let’s see if you can do that.”

He blinked slowly, victory bringing a slow grin to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Do your best, Jinnie.”

He smiled and got himself on all fours, caging you in before letting his lips hover over your mouth.

“Show me you want it, Angel.” He said, grazing your lips with his. “Take it, love.”

That, you refused. There was no way you would surrender, no way you would chase after him like a horny animal. After what he had done earlier that afternoon, you were tired of showing him how much he had you wrapped around his little finger. He should grovel a little. Maybe more than a little.

“You don’t want it?” He asked, closing his eyes, letting his plump lips linger over your cheek. “Guess you don’t after all.”

Silently, you pecked his mouth with indifference.

“Good. We can’t make this work if you don’t cooperate.” He murmured with a dark smile.

His hands reached the tie around your waist currently holding your robe close, pinching one end of the ribbon and pulling at it slowly. “I prefer this to buttons.” He commented quietly. “I feel like I’m unwrapping you. Like a gift.” With the tie undone, he lifted the front half on top, his eyes meeting nothing but naked, flawless skin.

“How come you’re grumpy and naked?”

“It’s hot.” You murmured unconvincingly.

He lifted the other half too and started lowering himself some more, meeting your left breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking at it delicately at first, his stare glued to your face before he started stimulating your sensitive skin with more powerful suction and small tugs, waiting for you to moan, to whimper, to exhale — he just wanted to get a rise out of you.

“You’re hot.” He said after releasing your left breast. He’d go on all night until he would finally make you moan his name. He blew over your wet skin and grinned when he managed to make you shiver.

When he returned to your right breast, he happily noticed the goosebumps covering your skin. He repeated his special treatment, this time sucking and tugging shamelessly, adding his teeth when he heard your breathing hitch.

“You’re still being uncooperative, love?” He asked, deciding it was time to bring his strongest weapon in the conversation.

You watched him stretch down and grin once he climbed up again and placed a long, thin box beside you.

“I think my baby deserves an extra reward. For being so patient with me.” He extracted the toy from its case and placed it on your stomach, letting you ponder over it. “Maybe this will help you loosen up, my Angel?”

You felt wetness ooze out of you. There was no way you could resist that without soaking the sheets. “Okay.”

He kissed your tummy feeling the soft baby hair there, drawing circles around your belly button, watching your belly get sucked in as you tried to avoid his tickling touch.

“Still not making a sound?” He raised an eyebrow, grabbing the wand and switching it on to the lowest setting. “Let’s do this easy, mh?” He teased, laying the very peak of the head against your skin, making you gasp as you felt the stimulation travel all across your skin and reach your most sensitive spot. It felt like every single sensation travelled back to your crotch, like you were nothing but a spiderweb and your pelvis was the very center of it all.

Your eyes closed just as your fingers reached the remote and switched the tv off. You didn’t need any sort of distraction as you felt your thighs quiver once Jin slipped his tongue between your folds and snaked it up, to your clit, drawing tantalising curves up and down.

You emitted one single purr, cutting it short once you realised your throat had betrayed you.

He parted from your cunt and looked up at you. “What was that, Angel? Didn’t hear you.” He called, his eyes widening in mild surprise.

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” He said with a chuckle. “I want more of it.” He said, slipping two fingers into your dripping hole.

“You can act tough all you want, naughty demon, but your adorable little pussy right here is telling me you’re enjoying this a whole lot.” He taunted you, feeling your g-spot with the pad of his fingers and pressing harder, making your flesh squelch with arousal. “Remember when you said you were ashamed of feeling dirty with me?”

Opening and closing your mouth, you nodded, the feeling a far memory now. Still, sometimes it haunted you, making you conceal some of your requests.

“I love you being dirty.” He murmured. “Knowing that you love me so much? That you find me sexy enough to forget shame and society? That you’re a boundless beast who only wants to jump my bones?” He shook his head, watching as he increased the vibrations of the wand and brought it to your chest. “It makes me feel so powerful.”

He slowed down the pattern of his fingers inside you, drawing wider, slower circles that stretched your inner walls in all directions. Then, he managed to identify the delicate, puffy ring of skin protecting your cervix.

With the softest of touches, he followed the pillowy circle, finding the small slit and parting from it, focusing on the spot that made your grip on the covers tighten.

“My adorable messy Angel.” He cooed, kissing your thighs, one side, then the other. “I feel so proud when I get you this wet. I love doing all the naughty things that make your cunt weep.”

He was wicked and unfair. He had never talked to you like this. Normally he was too quiet to properly venture into dirty talking, breaking his silence only with grunts and moans and accidental snarky comments.

But this? This was extraordinary.

Carefully, you lead the vibrator to your other breast, mewling once it met your nipple and outright moaning when it accidentally grazed the sensitive underside, the vibration ricocheting across your plush curve.

“Yes, Angel. Moan for me.” He praised you. “Tell me how good it feels. Show me, love.”

He collected your wetness with his tongue, licking all the way up before stroking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Seokjin. Please.” You said.

You were too worked up, too impatient, too desperate to resist even one more second. You swallowed your pride and surrendered.

“So good.” You whined, pushing your hips up, against his mouth.

He hummed in approval and kept up his work around your crotch, changing his method with the wand after he noticed you were more responsive to underboob stimulation.

“So close—” you managed to say before your high stole the oxygen from your lungs. It was sudden and powerful, all embracing. Your eyelids fluttered shut and your hands left the sheets, your fingers fluttering midair before you confusedly brought them to Jin’s head, not grabbing him but gently feeling the fluffiness of his locks, pressing him close to your skin without pushing. As soon as pleasure subsided, you let yourself emit a quiet, small whine, letting Jin know he had accomplished his task flawlessly.

The moment it started feeling uncomfortable, you looked down, staring at your boyfriend before his cheeks shot up and his eyes transformed into thin slits.

He was smiling, the damn rascal. Smiling and overstimulating you.

Your hands immediately clawed at his hair. “No, Jin, please, no.”

He parted from your clit and slid another finger into your hole. “You know your safewords, Angel.”

“Please—” You begged again, feeling the need to implore, to plead, to pray for his mercy but refusing to call for a safeword. You wanted the pleasure but you needed to lighten the pain and begging seemed to do just that, especially when Jin was so attentive to your needs.

He eased the stimulation on your clit and one upped the one inside you, against your g-spot. “Better?”

The sense of fullness felt divine.

“Yes, better.”

“You’re moaning so nice for me, Angel.” He murmured, praising you. “I want to hear you, my lovely demon. Let me hear you, sweetness.”

“I’m too close, again.” You said, your inner walls clenching repeatedly, so intensely you felt like you would come apart in a second.

All he needed to do was press his mouth to you, giving you the hard and velvety feel of his tongue muscles dragging your clit up, leading it into small circles just as you let out a squeal, your legs tightening around his head as he finally dropped the wand and used his hand to anchor your hips to the bed, pinning you down and submitting you to the hard lashes of his tongue.

The first thing you noticed when you came back to your senses was the clammy feel of Seokjin’s shoulders under the soles of your feet as you tried to use them to drag him away.

Immediately after that, you noticed that the sensation between your legs was significantly different.

“You with me, Angel?” He asked, checking in on you.

You nodded, gripping his wrist, now holding the wand between your legs, the setting almost all the way up. “Gimme just one more and then I promise you I’ll give you my cock. Just one more, Angel. Be my good little angel, please.” He said, watching as you started grinding again, sweaty and aroused and so, so lost in him.

“Jin. So good. Want you in now. In, please. I need your cock.” You sobbed, your breathing coming in short, loud gasps.

“Oh, you need it?” He cooed. “And it’s my cock now, you don’t want to own it anymore?”

“Seokjin. Give me your dick, please. I’ve been so good. Jin, it’s my cock. I want it. Give it to me.” You said, once more grumpy and impertinent.

“You said so.” He murmured, handing you the vibrator, the low buzzing filling the room as he removed his shorts and underwear and sat between your legs, his cock already fully arched and reaching his belly. “Straddle me.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you got on your knees and hovered on top of him. “Do you think you can take it straight away?” He asked, kissing your stomach, right in front of his face. You nodded and lowered yourself, his right hand gripping his shaft and dragging it up and down your slit before he slid it into your entrance.

The feeling made you grunt and exhale, your hips descending lower and lower until you had taken him completely.

“Good job, Angel. Come on, it’s your cock now. Use it.” He encouraged you, kissing your neck. “Remember it feels better when you get dirty on it.” He murmured, nipping at the sensitive skin under your jaw. “Will you get dirty for me, my pretty Angel?”

You nodded and started riding him in earnest, basically bouncing on his lap, his hand stealing the wand from your grasp and deciding to use it himself, pushing to full power and feeling you whimper as the fullness from Seokjin’s sex moving in and out of you mixed with the artificial vibrations. “More.” You said, harsh and commanding, pushing him down, with his back to the mattress, finally riding him properly as you managed to slide even the final inch inside of you.

Noticing the struggle with following your movements, Jin’s attention went to the taut cord of the toy, just for a second, his body instinctively moving closer to the headboard, the movement accidentally causing him to ram into you a couple times, intensifying your bouncing on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum, Angel. Please, make it good for me.” He grunted, using his free hand to grab your tit mid-bounce, squeezing it and slapping it before he completely lost control of himself and grabbed your waist, his fingers sinking into your skin as he shoved his hips up, snapping into you.

With a groan you took control of the wand once more, Seokjin’s arm growing limp. You angled the toy to suit your needs perfectly while Jin clawed at your waistline, pulling you up and down, helping you ride him.

Losing your balance, you leaned forward, feeling his heartbeat thump like war drums under your palm.

“Just one more second, baby, I promise, it’s so good.” You said, fixing your stance, moving your hand behind you and leaning back, arching and arching until you felt him drag against your g-spot, his thick, long erection filling you so completely that the outline of it appeared on your lower belly.

Jin’s eyes had just opened when he spotted the bulge he was causing, the vibrator angled so perfectly that he had a clear visual of the scene.

“Keep going, Angel. Fuck me don’t stop, love.” He whined, as you squeezed him.

“Gonna cum.” You informed him. “So close.” You rambled on while he wrapped his forearm behind your back, trying to help you with one hand, while the other one pressed to your lower belly, avoiding the vibrator and simply pushing against your abdomen, making you feel his cock deeper, your insides completely rearranged once he managed to give a couple thrusts from below.

‘Yes!’ was all you managed to whimper before drowning in pleasure that embraced you and swallowed you, taking you deep, to its most delicious and dangerous pits before spitting you out, every muscle of your limbs spasming as you fell forward, Seokjin lost into bliss one more time, due to the delayed and intense stimulation.

When you came back to reality, you were both confused and hazy, your bodies exhausted, dripping in sweat.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, realising the vibrator was mercifully away from you. You found the strength to switch it off.

“I have no idea. But it was so damn good.” Seokjin replied, his breathing still haggar.

“You.” You said, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“We done being grumpy, my love?” He asked, moving your hair to the side and looking at you adoringly.

“I’m gonna be grumpy more often.” You said, twitching your nose as you thought about it.

He chuckled funnily. “Not too often. I’m getting old. I don’t know how long I can keep up like this.”

You smiled and bit the skin of his collarbone. “I’ll keep you so fucked out you’ll be young forever.”

He outright laughed at that. “You’re so damn dirty and lovely.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t you ever change, Angel.”

You smiled and hid into him, basking in your sweetness before whining. “We need to get up. Get washed.”

He also whined and shook his head gingerly. “Don’t want to.”

“Okay. Just a minute.” You conceded.

He beamed. “Just a little, tiny minute.”