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My boyfriend's dad || Boyfriend’s dad ! Joel x reader
Summary: When you meet your boyfriend at his family house, you find out he’s at a party and cheating on you. Your boyfriend’s dad offers to take care of you and show you what a real man is like. (2kwords of pure filth)
Based on this request!
CW: Talks of cheating, polyamory undertone, Joel is married to bisexual Tess, oral sex (f and m receiving), petnames, praising, protected sex, talks of voyeurism, unspecified age gap (reader is an adult), Joel has a dirty fucking mouth, innocent reader.
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You had been dating Chris for a few months now. He wasn’t… the best boyfriend, per se, but he always pulled you back to him when you wanted to walk away. In retrospect, you didn’t know what kept you with him.
Maybe… it was to keep seeing his dad. It was fucked up. Mr. Miller was an handsome man in his late 40s, maybe early 50s, married with an equally hot woman, Tess. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore when you imagined his dad instead of Chris pounding into you.
It was a Friday night, and you were supposed to meet Chris at his place to spend time with him. But when you knocked on the door, his dad answered instead of him. Chris’s car wasn’t in the driveway, but still, you had hoped to see him.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Miller! Is… Chris here?”
You felt his burning gaze trailing down your figure dressed with tight clothes.
“M’sorry sweetheart, Chris said he was going out with friends.”
You frowned and tried to hide your disappointment. “Oh… we were supposed to see each other.”
Joel seemed sorry; he knew his son wasn’t the best boyfriend.
“Look, you came all the way here. ” He looked at you, uncomfortable. “D’you wanna come in and maybe try to call him?”
“T-Thanks.” He moved from the door and let you come in. The house was silent. It seemed like his wife and his oldest daughter weren’t home.
“Is miss Miller still working night shifts?” You asked, standing in the entryway awkwardly as he closed the door behind you.
“Yeah… hospital’s kickin’ her butt. ”
“She… she’s doing a necessary job. You must be proud of your wife.”
Your boyfriend’s dad didn’t respond, instead, he gestured towards the living room, so you’d come in. You kicked off your shoes and sat on the leather couch. Mr. Miller brought you the house phone.
“He gave me his friend’s number in case of emergency, let me get it for you.”
He typed in the number, and you watched as he waited for the phone to ring with a concentrated look on his face, eyebrows frowned.
“Hey Johnny, yeah, is my son there?... Why is the music so fuckin’ loud…?.. Yeah, please. Put him on the line.”
He passed you the phone and gave you some space, going to the kitchen. On the phone, you heard the shuffling of blankets and a female voice as you picked it up.
“Hey, thought we were meeting tonight?” The nails on your free hand were digging in your palm, as you tried to contain your anger, understanding what was going on.
“Yeah sorry, Johnny was feeling low.” He could barely get any words out.
“Is this why you sound drunk as fuck?! And who am I hearing behind you?”
“Well…”
“You know what, Christopher Miller?! I’m done with you. Have fun.”
You aggressively hung up the phone. You were so used to Chris’s bullshit, that you didn’t even cry. You were just angry. You put up your legs against your chest as you tried to calm yourself.
Mr Miller came back with a glass of fresh water. You thanked him.
“M’sorry sweetheart… I’m afraid my son’s a real asshole.”
You looked up at him and shrugged.
“I guess… I should know by now.” You got up to leave. “I’m sorry for the bother, Mr. Miller. I’ll go home now.”
“No, no… Please.” His hand held your arm to stop you. You turned around to look at the older man, puzzled, but you couldn’t help the shivers that ran through your body. “You shouldn’t drive right now. You’re angry. Wait it off, or I’ll give you a ride home.”
You didn’t want to be impolite and decline his offer, so you went back to the couch, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. You finally took a sip of the glass of water Mr Miller had given you earlier. Your boyfriend’s dad sat beside you; big hands laid on his lap.
“Y’know… It’s not a huge loss.” You looked up at him as he said that to you, confused that he was talking like that about his own son. “I’ve heard you fuck, and I can tell when a woman is faking.”
He was right, but still, you choked on your water and put the glass on the table in front of you. Mr Miller’s warm eyes locked with yours. Were you seeing… the familiar glow of lust in his blown-out irises?
“He never took care of you the right way, hm? Only thought about his own pleasure? Poor babydoll…” His calloused hand met the soft skin of your blushed cheek. “I’ll show you what a real man’s like.”
Before you could even respond, Joel’s mouth was on yours. Your hands laid flat on his chest as you pushed him away slightly to ask:
“But… your wife?” In your head, right now, the father was just as bad as his son.
“Oh, don’t worry. Tess begged me to take care of you. S’a shame that she’s not here right now. We have an agreement.”
You felt arousal pool between your legs as you imagined Joel and his wife thinking about you in that way.
“I… okay.” You were barely reassured, but you couldn’t keep your mouth to yourself when you had wanted this since you started dating his son. You straddled Joel’s thighs, and looked down at him lustfully, before finding his plush lips again. Even if you were on top of him, the older male had total control over you. He invited you to open your mouth with the slid of his tongue. You tasted all of him ; you couldn’t help moaning inside his mouth.
“Knew you wanted this too, hm? Were you thinking about me while my son was fucking you?” He said against the skin of your neck, where he left open-mouthed kisses.
“Y-Yes… Yes I wanted this, Mr. Miller. Still do. Please.”
You felt his arousal through the thin fabric you were wearing. He seemed… really big. As he got up, Joel tucked his hands under your ass, and you wrapped your legs around him while he brought you up the stairs. You thought he would bring you to his own room, but instead, he brought you to Chris’. He laid you down on the familiar bed. It was an asshole move, yes, but god did it turn you on. Joel’s hands slid down the clothes covering your core, and you shivered when you felt the coldness on your wet folds.
“I’ll use my mouth on you, how d’ya feel about this, babydoll?” He asked as he kneeled in front of the bed. His hands pulled on your thighs to bring you closer, his face centimeters away from your heat.
“Please.” You didn’t say it, but Chris never did it.
“Hmm, so polite.” As he went even closer, the vibration of his raspy voice against your skin made you shiver. The older man tentatively licked at your folds, collecting the wetness that was forming there.
You squirmed, sensitive.
“Oh babydoll, you’ve never done that, haven’t you?” He looked up at you with pity in his pretty eyes. Your boyfriend’s dad looked so fucking beautiful like this, dark eyes following your movements. From this angle he was just a pretty head of curly hair between your legs.
You shook your head “no”.
His hands held down your thighs as he licked at your core more confidently this time. He took it slow, letting you get used to this new sensation. Your head was spinning, it was better than anything you had experienced before. He traced lazy circles, getting closer and closer to your clit. When he hit it with the tip of his tongue, you moaned and grabbed at his hair to hold him there.
“There it is... my sweet girl…” He pressed confidently against your little bud of nerves, before putting his lips around it to suck it. Your fingers pulled on his hair as you cried out his name. He sucked roughly as he sneaked a finger into your wet heat. One finger was already filling you up, you didn’t know you could take more, but the pressure he put on your clit kept you away from the pain.
He stretched you up slowly, and when he felt like you were ready, he added another one. It was… a lot, and you felt your stomach twisting with pleasure. His fingers moved expertly until they found that perfect spot, which they hit again and again as he kept pleasing you with his tongue. You threw your head back, white stars filling your vision while you came hard. Joel helped you through your orgasm and slowed down, until he stopped.
“Was that good, babydoll?” He asked as he got up and wiped his mouth.
You nodded enthusiastically, which made him laugh. You backed away a little to give him space, and he took place between your open legs. You sat up and pulled on his tight shirt. He helped you take it off. He was still in shape despite his age. Just like you had imagined.
“Mr Miller… can I… please you?”
“Fuck. You’re too good, babydoll. I wanna focus on ya.”
“No, I really want to. Please. ” You begged with pretty eyes.
“Fine. Let me see those nice tits first, hm?”
He kissed you roughly, and pulled on your shirt, until you broke the kiss to help him take it off. Of course, you weren’t wearing any bra. His hand grabbed your breast, and you cried when he leaned in to suck on your hard nipple. Your shaky fingers found his belt, and he helped you get himself out of his pants. He took off his last layers and laid beside you. You looked at his dick with wide eyes. His hand caressed your cheek to reassure you.
“You don’t have to take all of it in, babydoll.” With the pressure of his hand, he coaxed you to get closer to his hard and leaking member. You leaned down, giving him a perfect view of you tits, and your ass up in the air.
Your hand took care of the base as you opened your lips and slowly slid his cock between your lips. You let it lay heavily on your flat tongue, before closing your mouth around it. His fingers found your messy hair to encourage you.
“Doin’ so good fo’ me.”
With the help of his encouragement, you bobbed your head up and down as you sucked in your cheeks. Joel cursed and laid back on the bed. He had an arm over his face, probably concentrating on not painting your mouth already with cum. You sucked his dick enthusiastically, your hand taking care of the base. After a few more strokes, he said:
“You’re gonna make me cum all over your face, babydoll.”
You moaned in response, your voice vibrating around his thick dick. He pulled on your hair to move you away. You looked beautiful like this, red lips glistening with a mixture of precum and saliva, your makeup running down your cheeks.
“Stop. Let me fuck you, now.”
You laid down, waiting for him as he got condoms and lube, which he used to coat your entrance and his latex-covered girth. You spread your legs for him.
“I’ll be gentle with you, but you tell me what ya need.”
“T-Thank you.”
He kissed you softly, as he pushed his length between your folds. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, keeping him close and pushing his dick further into you. He stopped when he was fully into you, looking down at your face to make sure you were okay.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, wish I could fuck you bare. But you’ll get tested and I’ll fuck you bare after that. Would love to fill your pretty hole and make you mine.”
The fact that he wanted to fuck you again after this made your stomach flutter with excitation.
“O-Okay. ” Your lips found the curve of his throat, where a vein was appearing. “You can move.”
He started slowly and not going to deep. But you pushed on the small of his back with your feet to encourage him.
“Can take more, Mr Miller. Please.”
He went deeper a few thrusts later, and you moaned. “Fuck, yes, that’s it…” You were so loud; thank God you were alone. Even though part of you wished Chris was here to hear what a real orgasm sounded like.
The movements of his hips got rougher and rougher, as he fucked deep into you. You felt a new sensation when he hit deep into you and when his fingers found your clit to circle it around it, bringing you closer to another orgasm. You screamed when you came and your walls closed around him, trapping him deep. Joel joined you soon after, fucking roughly into your walls until he found his release.
He kissed your sweaty forehead and got himself out, getting up to put the condom in the trash. He then laid beside you and pulled you close with his strong arm. You were breathing heavily, still on your high.
“Glad to hear you have a real orgasm, babydoll.”
You smiled lazily and kissed his jaw.
Lights filled the corridor, and the door of the bedroom was wide open. Tess appeared in the doorframe, and you pulled the blanket over you as a reflex, but she simply smirked as she looked at you two, laid beautifully on her son’s bed.
“You could’ve waited for me… ” She approached the bed and held your chin up with two fingers. Tess was a beautiful woman, even after hours of work as a nurse. “I’m so glad you got fucked real good, sweetheart.” She kissed your forehead, which made you blush. “Let me shower and I wanna see you two go at it again.”
You were hypnotized by the woman. You have never done anything with a woman before, but you’d do anything for her.
“Of course, miss Miller.” You said with a smile.
“Good girl.” Whispered Joel, sending shivers down your spine.
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now playing ► KINKTOBER 22, third week.
OVERVIEW. he keeps you from moving, even if you beg and cry.
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parental advisory ! explicit content
LYRICS. step!father, pseudo!incest, male!dom, breeding, cockwarming, pet names, riding, begging, grinding, nipple play, orgasm control, dumbification, overstim, manhandling, dacryphilia, aftercare, daddy kink, creampie, age gap, size kink, unprotected sex, strong language // toji [37] user [19]
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DADDY’s relationship with you, without a doubt, was immoral, lusty, dangerous and, both knew that. what shouldn’t be excluded too, was the fact mommy’s marriage was somewhat, actually totally, toxic. since, for now, only you had found out of her affair with that man-whore satoru, while on the other hand, behind that sweet not-so-innocent act, her husband, toji, corrupted his step-daughter, all behind the wife’s back. in the end, everything was a lie, except his love, affection — and obsession — for you.
it has been at least two years since you’ve met — back then, freshly eighteen and now, pretty close to being twenty, you are just nineteen and in college — toji was a lucky bastard to have you. such a pretty little obedient doll for him to use, corrupt and take care of, all at the same time. and, this time, wide, broad shoulders and arms held you in his lap, legs spread open and accommodated around his hips and thick thighs. only you and the man, nearly two decades older than you were in the house, with the tv on the background, playing a random movie — one which you were not even paying attention to, mostly because you were facing him and, for the mere fact that you had been too focused on having his girthy addictive cock inside your cunny for around half an hour now.
“daddy… please, can’t take it anymore.” embracing arms around his neck, arching back and uncomfortable trembling legs. toji’s hands kept you still the entire time, if you did dare move, you knew there’d be punishment — that could be such as having his hips follow you, leading to a situation where there wouldn’t be relief of any of that constant suffering ache or, maybe, not being rewarded for your disciplined composure — the problem is that there was simply no more energy left for you to keep going.
“poor princess, so weak can’t even wait. ya pretty lil’ cunt’s swallowin’ me whole, yet’s not enough?” like a whispery groan in your ear, he won’t admit his libido is already reaching the maximum tolerance — but the man wants to see you crumble first, which is already an ongoing case.
“nhn, please! please, fuck, need…” unable to finish the sentence nor formulate comprehensible phrases, plus your entire body stuck and firmly fixated, by his hands, right above his half-clothed pelvis. and, what was even more unfair, was to have his full cock inside, rawly resting right over your cervix, pressing against those sensitive spots. warming your interior, filling you up in a way that you’re able to wrap your gummy walls around it to feel even more of the immense pressure.
“use y’er big girl words, angel. c’mon, can’t hear ya.” a smug chuckle left his scarred soft lip, staring at you from a slightly higher angle, since manspreading made his figure lightly sink into the couch.
“uh-ngh, daddy, please, wan’ you to fuck me, fuck me so bad.” your voice was in a very high-pitch, taking the form of the most seductive thing existent, it took great strength for toji to continue this child’s play, but he was sadistic and, determined. there was just no mercy, in the slightest, even if restrained, begging, in the brink of fainting, while doing the absolute most to attempt moving your hips, nothing worked on him. your fragile chest rising in a brusque rhythm, sweat on the forehead, a single drop running on the middle of your spine, even your guts trembled from this never-ending waiting.
“good girls know how to wait,” the outer part of his right hand caressed your needy cheek, giving you — what you thought could be — an opening to strugglingly grind halfway forward. that same comforting hand, then, in a matter of seconds, was cupping your cheeks in a rough handling way, squishing them together as your eyebrows furrowed “confusedly”, as so to play dumb. lips now quivering, breathing through the small gap of your mouth and your nose, as if the air had been limited, pussy immediately clamping — and hearing what you thought was a very gutturally low moan come from him. “really wanna make me disappointed in ya, don’tcha, sweetheart? if ya do that one more time, swear won’t move a single inch tonight.” gosh, you were miserable, even moaned for what he said, pathetic. with a tighter grip on the tiny bit of chubbiness of those cheeks. the way the corner of his lip curved into that same smugly smirk, the way his eyes looked at your pouty restricted lips with such perversion, the way his hips just plunged in an almost unnoticeable, but very much so, upward movement, which led into fitting his already-all-the-way-in cock even deeper inside, the combination made you cum real good, an escalating fragmented squeak accompanied. that made you lose count, of just how many times you had probably came already that night, not even being started. toes cramping from curling, corner of the eyes burning from wiping off tear drops, nose cutely in a reddish tone. “fuck, ya know how sweet’s to see my lil’girl cumming like that on my cock? an’m’not even fucking her.” a tsk from toji, followed right after, releasing your numbing cheeks and jaw to, then, focus on groping your covered tits — wearing that slutty white round neck, short sleeves and even shorter and tighter crop top — which rested just two fingers below your nipples — with thin borders of the word angel written on it, in light pastel blue, exactly what you were, in fact, what you just pretended to be. playing with your nips over the fabric, with just a single artificial touch, it made them harder, more erect, and your pussy, again, wrapped itself around his cock — that man had patience and so much fucking control. “g’nna fuck ya when the time’s right, so I can see ya forget y’er own name, angel,” he chuckled at the playful reference, seeing you bite your bottom lip. “ya gon’ wait, isn’that right?” supporting yourself on his thighs, leaning back, feeling the tip of his thumbs circling your nipples, eyes closing just slightly, legs shivering, every circle sending heat into your body, increasingly. with an instant nod to his question, that hypnotizing goddamn curve on his mouth, showing just a tiny bit of his teeth, as toji continued to play with your breasts, squeezing a little bit, rolling the buds, watching yourself slide backwards on his thighs, arching your back. “good, good, that’s a good girl.” he whispered, it sent you over the moon, the way those words spilled out of his mouth, your pussy feeling warmer, hotter, burning, tighter, suffocating — yet he did not give it in to you.
“t-toji, please, think m’gonna pass, pass out.” what a chuckle you heard from the man, your doe eyes, staring back at his merciless ones.
“that’s what’m aiming for, bunny.” you felt as if melting under his grip, currently, hands fondling with your ass, hips as if glued onto his body. daddy, in a swift move, pulled your crop top over your boobies, exposing them for his sight, noticing reddish tones on the nipples from the intense friction. he was decided in making you explode, collapse, cum as many times as he wanted but, what he forgot was that he also had been losing his mind. then, toji’d never imagine the effect you had on him, how you’d make him feel that way, when you now looked at him this way — sobbing almost, tears running, biting your lower lip as close to bleeding, sinking your nails into his thighs, toes about to break from curling — those fucking hypnotizing, pitiful, needy, begging, miserable eyes, they were the death of him, not only that but…
“daddy, please, fuck me, please, cum’n my pussy, pl-please daddy.” your voice ever so low, so soft, so sweet, so endearing, that it immediately invoked something buried deep inside him.
“fuck, sweetheart, if ya ask like that,” a heavy exhale from him, it was loud enough to make you shiver. “fuck y’rself on my cock, come on, baby, let me see ya do it.” your eyes shined at his demand, freeing your waist from the intense grip as you immediately, without hesitation, began effortfully jumping on his long cock, burying itself deeper, skin meeting at his crotch. gosh, how you moaned, whimpered, cried, with tits bouncing, hips moving wavily — up and down, back and forth — like however you could. His eyes fixated on your face — your eyes that were too shy to look at him — and, smirking at the image of your cock-hungry expressions, plus, there was yourself watching it being fucked in and out of your pretty pussy from an angle above. leaning back, still supporting on his knees and thighs, also throwing your head back, having some kisses on your neck, some fondling and groping all over too. noticing his large hands guiding your waist, adding thrusts from below as well, bringing out even more whining, that desperate whining from your lips, escalating, descending, choking, sobbing and even those messy ones. your eyes slightly closing, already sloppy pace becoming even slower, your thighs contracting, jittering body as you came once more, specially with one of his digits circling your clit, for a few seconds. hearing mumbles under your breath, maybe dizziness taking form, yet, he held your firmly under his grip, slowly thrusting his way up into you.
“don’t think’s over, ya gon’ cum how many times I fucking want to.” he added, making sure you’d not give up on him, making sure you knew who was in charge. your body fell forward, holding onto his broad and manly shoulders, as toji lifted his hips from the couch, gripping onto your own waist and kept it still, so he could easily fill you up, balls deep, pounding up and down, this time. he was strong, so fucking strong, he could easily handle you, he could easily break you in half, if he wanted to. as you, moaned and let out incomprehensible words in a low broken voice, whispering his name occasionally onto his ear, like a hypnotizing melody. “daddy, love it s’much, daddy, ah! f-fuck, daddy.” with an on-growing smirk on those goddamn scarred lips, those which slightly touched your ears.
“know ya do, can feel my princess’ lil’pussy squeezin’ me real good.” and a chuckle from him, that lead you to whimper like a puppy. “wan’ me to cum in ya?” immediate pleas, repeated please!please!please. digging your nails on his back, jolting at each thrust, scratching the covered skin, leading into him grunting. holding your hips up, easily bouncing your body up and down, along with those rapid, deep, profound pounds, that in a matter of seconds, became slow and controlled, pretty rough ones — feeling the squeeze of his cock whenever his pretty head caressed your cervix, his cock pressed lewd kisses inside your pretty cunt. your skins collapsing together, clapping loudly enough to compete with the sounds of your own frequent moaning. his pretty girl was close to the point of drooling, drooling for cock, for cum, getting so dumb-fucked, blabbering stuff randomly, in a choking way, mixing with your prolonged cries. advising about your thousandth, upcoming orgasm, he chuckled, obviously mocking the way you were so sensitive. “i’ll let ya, since my pretty thing’s been taking me real nice, been a nice doll f’me.” whimpering, more restrainedly, back arching, more, toes curling, again, nails digging, deeper, pussy squeezing, harder. with a sloppy pace, a change in the rhythm, you desperately felt it crash over you devastatingly, attempting to close your legs together, feeling a caress on your ass with his thumbs, a grin against your neck — that was being filled with pecking kisses — and, another powerful pound, while you were about to finish squirting intensively, it was enough to find an ever better spot, and to have it filled with that warm cum, with daddy’s precious warm cum, drying him completely with a tighter squeeze. “fuck, bunny, ya milking my cock, gonna make me want to fuck ya again.” his voice could kill, it had an effect that sent shivers down your spine, you once more repeated yes!yes!yes!, clueless almost, emptying it inside your tight walls, forming a white ring on the base of his cock as you came down your high completely, alongside his, by a matter of seconds. slowly, leisurely lifting your sore hips, pulling his cock out of you in a quite effortful move, even if being assisted by toji’s large hands — it was harder after seeing him breath so heavily, his chest moving up and down so seductively, legs shaking more — still feeling the liquid in, his tip leaving your pussy with a clamp of your destroyed cunt at last, cum began dripping down your thighs so easily. breathless, disoriented, dizzy, exhausted, sweaty, you stared back at him, hearing low chuckles, noticing his signature smugly smirk, his hips adjusting on the couch, his body sinking in it, again. “go clean yo’self up, mommy’s gonna be angry if ya dirty the couch, she won’t let me play with ya no more either.” you huffed exhaustedly. “come on, baby, or do ya want me to do it for ya?”
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The Text
A/n: I don’t know if she wants to be tagged but this is a commission for a lovely friend of mine. I hope she likes it.
Summary: You’re fine with just being friends with Taehyung....until you get the text, that is.
Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, a little filth, a little feelings, reader;’s friend is me but listen it was a specific request
Word Count: 2094
The text you receive from the man you've had an on again off again sexual relationship with for months is a peculiar one, as they go.
You've gotten a few interesting ones over the past few months, some nearly incoherent when he'd gone out with friends, but they'd all had a common thread: sex.
Although you'd entertained the idea of something more, especially in the beginning, after time when he'd never seemed to want anything more, leaving early in the morning after a night together and maybe a couple breakfasts or lunches, never anything that could be considered a date.
You're not even friends, exactly, more like... acquaintances with benefits.
You're fine with that. You really are. Mostly.
Maybe sometimes you watch the line of his jaw when he's sleeping, count the eyelashes across his cheekbones, but in your defense, he's ridiculously handsome. Taehyung is friendly and affectionate after sex and before, but he's that way with everyone, all his friends and even acquaintances that he's fond of, you know it doesn't mean anything.
Does your heart skip a beat when he calls you jagiya casually, when he catches your waist as you walk by, presses his face into your stomach and hugs you? Maybe.
But it isn't what that smallest part of you hopes it could be, and you've accepted it. You think.
Until you get the text.
When you get it, you're not even thinking about him. In fact, you haven't thought about him almost all night, ever since your friend introduced you to her new boyfriend's best friend.
She's been single longer than you have, and you're shocked when she abruptly changes her status on Facebook to "in a relationship" with pierced Im Changkyun, a man she'd brushed off as being "young and dumb but wicked hot" when she's first started sleeping with him.
A month later at her birthday party, she's all heart eyes and goofy smile and she still calls him dumb but with the softest voice.
"You're in love," you say to her, dumbfounded, when she beckons you into the kitchen to help her open the fifth bottle of wine at her party.
"I know, it's so fucking gross," she says cheerfully, leaned over to grab a bottle of red.
"I'm happy for you," you say, and you try to mean it, you really do.
She chuckles as she opens it. "You hate me a little, and that's valid. But listen. He has a friend-"
"No." You say firmly, and she continues like you've said nothing and you put your hand over her mouth to stop you.
"Y/n, he has dimples," she continues, muffled, and you slowly drop your hand.
"Go on."
"He'll be here in a bit, he's so much fun, he's a Libra-"
"You know I don't know what that means," you sigh, exasperated.
"You're gonna love him, trust me."
"I'm still kinda-"
She holds up a hand. "Do not say you're still seeing that adorable fuckboy, he's so pretty but he's never gonna be your boyfriend, babe."
"I don't want him to be my boyfriend."
"Oh so we're lying? Is that what we're doing?"
You roll your eyes and drink half a glass of wine.
You're considerably buzzed after another glass when he shows up and boy she was right, he really does have dimples.
When you introduce himself, he smiles and you almost drop your wineglass.
"Jooheon. But you can call me honey." He winks at you and you wonder if this is what she means by Libra.
He's charming and funny and man, those dimples and for once, Taehyung isn't even in your thoughts.
Them your phone dings and you absent mindedly check it.
Taehyung: You got a boyfriend now?
Oh. Oh. That's new. Not the text itself, you've gotten texts like that from other men, ones who were a bit territorial, and on its own, you know it doesn't mean anything.
But from Taehyung?
Not once in all the time you'd known him had he been territorial or jealous in any way. You'd gone out to clubs together and you'd danced and flirted right in front of him and he hadn't batted an eye, even later when you ended up in bed together.
Your eyes dart around the room and when you see him, he's watching you with dark, half lidded eyes on your friend's loveseat. Not surrounded by people, like usual. Alone, wearing this white button up that's half unbuttoned and an empty wineglass in front of him. He looks a bit rumpled in a way you haven't seen him look, maybe even drunk.
He doesn't react when you lock eyes, face passive, but something's different.
"Y/n?"
Jooheon's voice brings your attention back, and his brow is a bit furrowed.
"You okay?"
"Good," you choke out. "I'm good. Just...work," you lie.
Instead of texting him back, you pointedly put your phone in your lap and go back to texting Jooheon.
In less than ten minutes, you hear your phone ding twice more, and you can't help the thrill that races through you.
Jooheon looks down at your phone during a lull in conversation.
You smile. "I'll just check. It's like they can't live without me."
Taehyung: Just curious. And then, three minutes later: You ignoring me now?
You feel oddly victorious and powerful. You text back quickly: I'm a little busy.
You see him on his phone in your peripheral vision, see him sit up, shoulders stiffening, but you stay focused on Jooheon, talking a bit more about your work and he's listening actively, leaned forward toward you.
He's asking you what you like to do in your free time and you feel a little thrill at the prospect of him asking you out and that makes you feel a bit better about things.
It isn't as if you can't be attracted to anyone else but Taehyung, it turns out, just that you hadn't focused on anyone else since you'd met.
Your phone goes off once more and you check it after a moment, trying to appear nonchalant.
Taehyung: You think he can make you cum like I can?
You feel a jolt of heat down your spine. Well, that's an escalation. It's cocky, though, and as much as it turns you on it kind of pisses you off, too, so you text back: Guess I'll see.
You put your phone back in your lap and lean forward to put your hand on Jooheon's knee.
"Sorry," you apologize.
Jooheon smiles at you and puts his hand over yours. "No worries."
He is awfully handsome, and it's easy enough to fall back into conversation with him.
Jooheon is distracted by someone coming up to speak to him, and you can't help your gaze going back to Taehyung. He's slumped back against the couch now, glass of wine magically refilled, and he's still staring at you, blank faced, but instead of half lidded like before his eyes seem bigger, somehow, wide and darker than usual.
It's intense, that look, and not one you've seen before unless he was fucking you, looking down into your eyes in that intimate way he had.
Your phone dings again and you look right away, unable to wait now that you weren't distracted by Jooheon.
Taehyung: I didn't like seeing you touch him.
Your heart seizes in your chest and suddenly it's not as fun anymore. You're thinking about what it all means and having to think about how you actually feel and....
You're staring at your phone and thinking of how to respond to that when Jooheon touches your hand.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks, and you nod, swallowing hard.
"I need a refill," you say, and when he raises an eyebrow at your half full glass, you gulp it down. "Be right back."
Before he can offer to refill it for you, you stand and bolt for the kitchen, running from the way you can feel Taehyung's eyes on your back and the way your real feelings seem to be rising in your throat.
Half of you hopes your friend is in the kitchen so you'll have someone to bounce this off of, but it's empty and you sit your glass on the counter, taking in a deep breath.
When you hear footsteps you stand up straight, and you hear him before you turn around, his tone calm and steady, like always.
"You didn't mean that, did you?"
You close your eyes, turning to face Taehyung, bracing your hands behind you on the counter.
"Mean what?"
He takes a step toward you and you brace down harder on the counter, willing your heart to stop racing.
You really wish he wouldn't look at you like that, somehow passive and hungry at the same time, you've never met a man so difficult to read.
"When you said, 'Guess I'll see.' You didn't mean that." It's not a question, this time. He takes another step closer.
"Who says I didn't mean it?" Your voice sounds stronger than you feel.
Taehyung swallows visibly. "I do."
This time, he doesn't sound so sure, and it does something to your heart.
You shrug, hoping it seems nonchalant.
"He might ask me out."
Taehyung shakes his head, huffing out a breath. "You'll say no."
"I like him," you say, honestly, and he just keeps staring into your eyes and it's making it hard to breathe.
He shakes his head again. "Don't say that."
His voice is softer, less sure, and he takes another step, close enough that he could lean down and kiss you with a tilt of his head.
His hands come to your hips slowly, as if he thinks you might push him away but you can't move. You don't want to, damnit, as much as you'd love to believe you did.
When he lifts you onto the counter your arms go around his neck instantly, it's like second nature, and he lets out a long breath as if he's been holding it.
You expect him to lean down and kiss you, hungry and possessive, but instead he just presses his forehead to yours.
"I don't want you to like him," he says in that low, soft tone.
"Why?" You ask, nearly breathless, and that's when he kisses you, slow and deep but somehow needy at the same time.
His fingers dance at the inside of your thigh before he hooks his thumb into your panties, barely brushing across your clit and making you gasp into his mouth.
"I can make you cum harder," he murmurs against your ear. "I can be better."
Instead of cocky and arrogant like his text sounded, it sounds like a promise, a plea, and you wonder if you've gotten it wrong, all this time.
"Taehyung," you say his name softly and he makes this little pleased sound in the back of his throat, presses his thumb against your clit before dipping two fingers inside you, too shallow, teasing. "Taehyung."
“Do you still like him?” He presses his fingers up against that rough spot just inside your cunt that makes pleasure shoot up your spine.
“I do,” you admit, and his shoulders slump, head dropping against your shoulder as if he’s tired, exhausted even.
Before he can back away, you press your hand over his, pressing his fingers deeper inside you.
“But I think I’m in love with you.” Your voice is shaky, but the way he presses his lips to your neck makes the confession feel less vulnerable.
“Thank God,” he mumbles, moving to kiss along your jawline. “You were driving me crazy, jagiya.”
It makes it all seem different, his casual use of that petname, the way he turned his face into your stomach after grabbing you around the waist, as if you’ve gotten it all wrong all these months.
Later, when he’s looking down into your eyes with that same intense look he’s been giving you for months, it all seems to make sense.
When he moves his mouth to your throat, making big, sloppy marks there, you tug at his hair to make him look at you, and he bucks inside you.
“Taehyung. You have to say it.” You insist, firmly.
He pauses, face blank, and then a big, boxy smile breaks across his face. “I’ll text you.”
You’re laughing into his mouth when he kisses you again but when you wake up the next morning with him sleeping soundly on his stomach beside you, you check your phone.
Taehyung: I love you. I love you. I love you.
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On the eve of the Battle of Winterfell, Gendry has a gift for Arya.
Arya gives something back.
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Slicing the Tiger's Head (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/ZKQ3rMeHJJ [Short Story---2400+ words] High school junior, Heather, never imagined the day would come when she would step foot in her classmate Jennifer's home. But school group projects never go according to plan.
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Yo! I wrote this in December for my fiction writing class! It’s really short but I think it’s okay. If you don’t follow me on Wattpad already, please do so. I’ll be posting more original writings there and hopefully be updating my AO3 with fanfiction. Thanks everyone <3
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This collab fic is gonna be so long
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somehow mama had a productive day & i got about 2kwords of the requested ethan being a brattamer fic done
&cos im pleased with myself& cos yall kept me company yesterday you can have a preview
y/n is actingup, trying to get ethan frustrated/ready to punish. hes atwork & she sends him abunch of unaskedfor nudes& he isnt happy with the teasing
&now im probs gonna go workon stainedsheets8 😘byeeeee luvya
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deciding weather of not to give you guys a 2kword preview of my newest one-shot.
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I would love to write a book but how the fuck do I write a book
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now playing ► KINKTOBER 22, first week.
OVERVIEW. he just wants to make sure you know you are only his.
♫ SONG DURATION.
0:00 ——◦———— -2kwords
parental advisory ! explicit content
LYRICS. a!u, possessiveness, deep throat, oral sex, gagging, dacryphilia, jealous and rough sex, discipline, creampie, degradation, choking, pet names, age gap, begging, ownership, cum play, scent kink, marking, exhibitionism, manhandling, punishment, restraint, impact play, unprotected sex, strong language // gojo [30] user [21]
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯
— the playlist
your pretty rich boyfriend, gojo satoru, almost a decade older, surely did enjoy taking you out anywhere that’d make you happy. however, that did not include work-related events, specifically for the fact that it meant that not only you’d be wearing the finest of clothing — ones he had chosen, since he gifts you anything and everything — but also that you would be out there for all of his (male) co-workers to see, he hated that. gojo was the ceo, an influential man, yes, but so was getou suguru — his closest friend, but still… you, his beautiful, desired and perfect girlfriend, both made a great pair and, even if you did not work there, you’d met some of his acquaintances, except for him — the dark long-haired man, whose name was all you’ve ever heard of, never seen the face, never knew anything else other than those two words, and for a good reason. your sugar daddy, the blue-eyed tall man, knew that the instant you were caught on suguru’s sight, he’d devour you with his eyes, bingo. unaware of him, but very much knowledgeable of your appearance, hypnotizing, delicate, innocent — at first glance — a very soothing presence, only twenty-two, a muse, who wouldn’t want you? exactly, no one. gojo cursed under his breath, noticing who he feared the most had been stepping closer, gracefully and pompously with a grin on his lips.
“satoru,” almost as if ignoring you there, shaking your boyfriend’s hand. “glad you came, seems like you brought someone with you.” suddenly, latched his gaze onto your figure, as if there was just a quick glance from him, that scanned you from head to toe — you imagined, maybe not — accompanying a smile that made his eyes narrow.
“suguru,” gojo affectionately yet annoyedly replied as he spoke, getou greeted you with an unexpected kiss on the cheek — did his hand hold onto my waist? of course, it did — the white-haired paid no mind to that, not yet. “yes, you know this is y/n, my girlfriend.” that smug smirk, disguised with a jealous protectiveness, pulling your body against his own bigger, safer.
“nice to meet you, y/n, i’ve heard a lot about you.” suguru had an apparently warm, calm expression, being a little closer than normal to you.
“the same goes to you, mr. getou.” what a sweet smile you had there, way too sweet. installing a brief silence, tense atmosphere.
“you can call me, suguru. and, i’m glad to hear that,” again, a pause on the conversation, what a pressure. “well, i’ll excuse myself now,” his words feeling as if directed to you. “hope you enjoy the night, maybe we will meet again, right, satoru?” a humming chuckle as a response, while he then left with slow steps, leaving your sight almost as if hesitantly, as if he wouldn’t be staring at you from the corner of his eyes all night long, not even hiding sometimes…
…and so, that “genuinely friendly” interaction was enough to lead into a situation where you’re being pushed in bed, with elbows as support, and, in between your legs, stood him. knee placed in the cushion, so close to your crotch, undoing his tie with a hooked finger, shivers running down your spine, the air had shifted. gojo seemed way too composed earlier that night, something must have happened, you knew he wasn’t like that but maybe, you thought that was just a side of him you did not know about — wrongly trying to trick your kind, you knew him very, very well — heart rate began increasing, breath hitching from anxiety, unconscious of what had led him to act like that, he definitely was horny all of the time, but this was simply unusual, the approach was unpredictable.
“what happened, ‘toru?” asking soothingly, slightly scared. watching him undo the first three buttons of his white collared shirt, curving lips at your question.
“don’t act all dumb now, Y/N.” i fucked up, you thought.
“don’t get what you mean.”
“quit it, know you were enjoying that ridiculous flirting,” his hand traveled to your dress, pulling up the long skirt of it, from your heels to thighs, examining every inch from a bottom angle, him almost kneeling on the ground. “i don’care if some asshole tries to check you out, i know you’ll act stupid and all, but him? in front of me even,” unable to speak, his soft digits pressing against your uncovering skin, the tight fabric easily slipping, him, now, standing straight up, again. “so disappointed in ya, sweetheart.” slapping your face casually, which fell to the side, gasping somewhat late. grabbing your chin carefully with his thumb and index finger — as if nothing had happened — careful not to be mislead by your doe, starry eyes.
“what?” you nervously, lowly questioned. “what are you talking about?” repeating the same things, he didn’t answer. “toru.” calling, his eyes intimidating, a huge pressure devouring, towering over your defenseless self.
“say my name again.” he demanded, out of the blue.
“toru? wh—
“i’ll make you say it all night long, needa remind you who’s the one that spoils you rotten,” leisurely feeling his thumb press against your glossy lips, parting them slightly. “to who you fucking belong to.” sliding it inside your mouth, pressing against your tongue, a burning ache in between your legs, squeezing them together. clicking his tongue, noticing your act. “you horny already? fucking slut, aren’t ya? come on now, princess, on your knees.” he let you fall onto the floor, staring at him from an even lower angle, noticing the growing bulge on his dark navy blue trousers — that matched the color of your very own long-length dress — waiting for him to unzip, watching his hand sneak inside his black boxers, pulling out his pretty cock, with some pre-cum. “suck it.” you gulped down hard, salivating, pressing hands against his upper thigh, spaghetti strap falling onto the side of your shoulder. while he held onto the base of his dick, with middle and index finger so easily around, as you took in both hands, pumping once loosely, pressing a kiss on the pinkish tip, leading into putting it in your mouth ever so gently.
as soon as you knew, your head had been pushed into the mattress behind you, cock deep down your throat, hands gripping onto the fabric of his pants and, one of his hands grabbed the hair on the crown of your skull, sitting your ass on the ground. “gonna fuck your pretty little mouth, yeah? ya can only suck my cock, get that?” thrusting once, back and forth, tears already forming on your waterline, you hummed obliged, sending vibrations that made him groan. “good girl.” putting your tongue where it could wrap around him, sucking, hollowing slightly your cheeks whenever fastening the pace, restraining your neck completely so you could not move, you would not move, even if you wanted to. “ff-fuck.” he coos, moaning, pulling that useless head of yours further back, no doubt that there was a pond under you already. had you choking at that one specific thrust, gagging right after it, then crying, tears streaming down your face. his cock hit the back of your upcoming sore throat, chest rising up and down, searching for air, nose digging against his crotch once he thrusted, you saw his legs shaking and squirming just a little, but he definitely did twitch inside your mouth. jaw hurting from opening so much and, for the first time, you looked above to find him panting; throwing his head back every once in a while, those white eyebrows furrowed together, staring back down at you with a haughty curve on his lips.
“don’t, don’t think I’m gonna let you have it in your mouth.” raspy voice, struggling to keep composure, suddenly he pulled out. you had left a loud gasp, choking on air, coughing and breathing heavily, your figure being handled easily, thrown in bed, dress finally taken off, wearing nothing else but a thong — which was also quickly removed afterwards — all while laid sideways on your belly, recovering, sweating a little too. gojo took off the rest of his clothing, as well, tempted to stare but you were too breathless to move a single muscle. feeling strong hands laying you flat on the surface, pulling then both of your legs up, in doggy position — fuck, you were in big trouble — “for acting like a whore,” a harsh slap on your right ass cheek made you jolt, whimper. “bring that fucking ass up.” and so you did, trembling in both fear and arousal. his tip brushing against your wet folds, playing a little, the man chuckled at your desperation, watching how those hips tried moving backwards, looking for more friction. unexpectedly, your lower back had been buried down deeper into the bed by those same wide hands, arching it fully as he thrusted inside that cunt forcefully and, oh how you moaned shamelessly at that.
immediately, head falling onto the sheets, arms unable to keep up, gripping onto the silky fabric. gojo bent over you, burying his cock in more, and pressing a kiss on your neck, sucking, while as well, leaving a hickey behind, possessively sniffing your scent. “your smell’s so nice, baby, fuck, how i love it.” whispering, sucking against that smooth spot you loved so much. pussy clenched, twitched, beating so fast he even could feel it palpitating. “so wet, yet so tight, gonna stretch it up, make it the right size f’my cock.” a pound, made you whimper, sank your head into the pillow, but he had lifted your chin, obviously. “nuh-uh, wanna hear ya screaming.” straightening his back, gojo caught both your wrists — one hand holding them — then, nicely wrapping around your pretty purple-marked neck, with the other unoccupied palm, as he thrusted once more, even rougher than before. his grip tightening, blood flow obstructing by the pad of his digits, letting you breath but still, your face warmed up. attempting to let out uncontrollable sounds that had been cut off in the middle, all due to that incoming dizziness, almost about to faint already, in such a short amount of time, you were controlled by him, always was.
“you’re fucking mine, got it?” gojo hoarsely stated, closer to the conch of your ear, pulling both your wrists and throat further and, further back, humming in agreement. spine curving like a cat in heat, lips parted, only able to mumble out all sorts of dumb things. like you two were the only people on the universe. “not gonna hand ya to anyone else, gonna be st-tuck with me, forever.” that harsh, brute, rough pace, imprinting reddish marks on your ass from the way his crotch hit the skin. beginning to speed up the pace, receiving another restrained whine from you. and, another one, a louder, needier one, after hitting that special spot ever so easily, how he knew you so, so well.
“toru! f-fuck, there, right t-there.” you finally could moan out, even if effortfully, whole body heating up too, walls clamping around him, gojo stopped, frustratingly, letting go of the grip on your neck, and only resumed toughly after what felt like never-ending few seconds, that even led your knuckles to whiten, from waiting, from holding onto the fabric, with eyes painfully closed, having some time to breathe, at least, as if lungs were about to collapse. entire body jolting at each pound, one followed by another, and again, and again. you heard his low whimpering, those which you adored but had been too hard to hear because of your own echoing in a louder volume, being aware of skin clapping together and, the crack of the headboard hitting the wall, creakingly. his perfect cock going in further and further inside each time, so much that it abruptly made it’s way to reach your cervix.
“come on, sweetie, tell me how much you fucking, like this.” choking on your own whining, he pulled your wrists back, and groaned in pain.
“i love it! love it s’much, love it, love it!” how lewd, how loud, so dumb-fucked. legs spreading open, clenching around nothing and everything, aching everywhere, pleasure everywhere.
“who you belong to?”
“you, ‘toru, only y-you!” like a puppy, as he pounded, pounded, smashing you in pieces.
“want me to cum in ya?—
“yes!yes!yes!please!p-please!” pleas over and over again.
“say sorry, b-beg for it.” he was so close to losing it too.
“sorry, ‘toru! sorry, s-sososorry!” not even knowing why and to what the apologies, then…
“tell suguru, s-say it again, princess.” only by opening your eyes a tiny bit was enough to find his phone lit up, on the corner of the bed, laying flat there. how much you loved this stupidity.
“fuck, ‘toru! ‘toru, cum in me, please, please…” that familiar ache, in an instant you felt it wash all over you as your toes curled, moaning into the cushion, trembling legs, your cunt embracing him so tightly that made it a thousand times harder for him to move. squirting, dripping down your legs, harder squelching noises, might also have soaked the bed. that was enough to be able to hear a groan, the moan you knew well, the one that was quickly followed by that warm, fulfilling wet liquid, you also knew very well. it filled you up, really good, so good, forming that white ring on the base of his cock, thrusting sloppily for the last few times before stopping as he twitched and, while you came down your high, alongside him. his cum seemed as if it’d never end, sliding down, dirtying the sheets, your walls sucking it, milking it dry. the moment gojo pulled out, he had immediately inserted two of his fingers on your sore cunny, making sure to keep his seed in, as your throat gave up on reacting to that, so, you only breathed heavily, very incapable.
“heard that, suguru? keep your fucking eyes off her, bye bye.” pling. damn bastard sent him an audio, what a greedy man.
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Wishing on Stars
A/n: Happy Valentine’s day to my lovely @tinysweetscrown! It’s Archer, who’s been in your inbox all month. I hope you like it and have a wonderful Valentine’s!
Summary: You meet your best friend Park Jimin at a lacrosse game in high school, and you can’t help being disappointed when neither of you get soulmarks.
Warnings: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, a little marking and possessiveness but this is mostly soft, a little angst
Word Count: 2170
You're sitting in the bleachers at a lacrosse game, bored out of your mind, when you first meet the boy who becomes your best friend.
Your friend had dragged you here because she had a big crush on the captain, Hoseok, and she's cheering at the top of her lungs while you're trying not to fall asleep.
Then suddenly there's a ball hurtling toward your face and you scream and close your eyes.
When you open them, there's a net dangling in front of your face, and a ridiculously handsome boy standing over you.
"You okay?" He asks, and you just nod, shellshocked.
You almost fall off the back of the bleachers when he smiles at you, and that's how it starts. That's how you fall a little in love before you even know his name.
Park Jimin wasn't like the other jocks at your high school, he didn't have rich parents or run in the same social circles, mostly kept to himself other than this one younger kids who ate lunch with him sometimes.
He latched on to you, though, finding you right after the game.
"You should be more careful at games. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face, yeah?" He says with this wicked smirk and your heart beats wildly and it seemingly never stops, even after you become best friends.
Even when you learn all the dumbest things about him, like how he constantly loses his socks somewhere in his apartment and sleeps in his contacts, your heart is still his, even if you never want him to know it.
When your 20th year comes and goes with no sign of a soulmark for either of you, it's a night of drinking and bemoaning your lonely futures.
"We can always marry each other," He says, propping his face in his hand and staring at you with glassy yet serious eyes.
You snort. "Sure, Jiminie."
Something flashes across his face but then he smiles, changes the subject, and you'd brushed it off as drunk rambling.
It isn't as if he hasn't said things like that before while tipsy, like the night of your high school graduation, his head in your lap, looking up at you.
"I love you, yeah?"
Your heart had skipped about twelve beats but you'd just smiled and ruffled his hair and the next morning he hadn't said a word.
It's your junior year of college when things start to change, and it happens so gradually you wouldn't have even noticed if it'd been anyone but Jimin.
He'd always been a hands on friend, literally, hands on you almost all the time, always cuddly and affectionate, always butting into your life and telling you the guys you were dating didn't deserve you, but slowly, he starts pulling away.
He still plays lacrosse and for a while you figure he's just busy with practice and games and you haven't had time to attend them lately.
But then the next time you're at a party together he's too quiet and he pulls away from you when you take his hand.
"So it's something?" You kneel in front of him, looking up at him with concerned eyes.
He won't look at you, runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it's something."
Jimin won't meet your eyes until you put your hands on his thighs.
"You can tell me anything."
He huffs out a breath, looking down at you miserably. He shakes his head. "Not this."
You sit up on your knees, frowning. "Jiminie-"
He stares at you for a long moment, seeming torn, biting at his bottom lip.
"Fuck it," he breathes, and then he leans down and puts his hand in your hair and your mind goes blank.
Then he kisses you, Park Jimin, your best friend, secret crush for most of your life, with his perfect mouth on yours.
He tastes like peaches and when his tongue slides into your mouth the bitterness of soju blooms on your tongue.
You make this sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan into his mouth and then he's hefting you up into his lap and kissing you and kissing you and you can't breathe.
He moves his mouth to your throat, hands on your hips and his lips feel like fire.
"I wanted it to be you," he murmurs into your skin. "I prayed for it to be you."
You don't understand but you can't think enough to ask when he slips his hand under your shirt, palms light on your skin.
"Y/n-ah, can I?" He asks softly, meeting your eyes, and suddenly your heart rate slows. It's just Jimin, just your sweet, handsome best friend who you'd done everything with since you were 16, and you nod, something seeming to swell in your chest.
He slides his hands up your back and you throw your head back, feeling suddenly dizzy.
"Jimin," you moan, and he unhooks your bra with one hand and your eyes snap to his.
He has the grace to look a bit sheepish before he lowers his mouth to your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth along with the fabric of your t-shirt.
"Fuck," you curse, and your hips roll almost involuntarily.
Jimin moans against your breast and when he lifts his head there's a wet spot on your shirt.
His pupils are blown, brown eyes almost black, and you can't believe this is happening.
"I know you don't….I know you've never wanted me, but-"
Your mouth drops open. You're so baffled you can't even speak and his face crumbles, eyes darting away from you, hands dropping from your hips.
"I'm sorry," he says in this hoarse almost whisper and you make a distressed sound in the back of your throat.
You push him down onto the bed, a little roughly, and he looks up at you with wide, shocked eyes.
"You're stupid," you mumble, kissing along his collarbone.
He trembles under your mouth. "Y/n-"
"You're so fucking stupid," you say again, more emphatically, and slide your hands down his abdomen, he's muscled from the practice but on off season his belly gets a little soft and you love it either way, love all of him so much you could burst.
He's just wearing a pair of striped pajama pants and you unceremoniously yank them down, unsurprised and a little mad when his cock is as pretty as the rest of him, the slightest curve, and you wrap your fingers around him, twisting just a bit.
He thrusts into your hand, making this intoxicating whimpering sound.
"Fuck. Fuck. God, you're so good at this, you…"
He trails off into a low moan when you thumb over his slit, throwing his head back.
You can't resist smirking a little. "Well, I've had practice, Jiminie."
His jaw clenches instantly and he sits up and flips you over easily, hands on your waist, making you gasp and giggle.
"I don't wanna talk about it," he growls, kissing and sucking at your neck, nipping at your collarbone. You're wearing a denim skirt and one hand massages you high up on your thigh. "God, when you told me about that guy, Woo something-"
"Wooseok?" You feel giddy, more drunk off him than the one shot of soju you'd had earlier.
"Whatever," he grumbles. "You kept talking and talking about him last year, about how big he was, ugh."
He buries his face in your neck and you coo and stroke his hair.
"Don't tell me you were jealous, Jiminie?"
"Of course I was," he admits, nipping at your earlobe before lifting his head, fingers dancing at the edge of your lace panties.
"Then you clammed up when I asked you how the sex was, and I wanted to die a little."
"None of your business," you sass, but you're grinning.
"Such a brat," he murmurs, pushing your skirt up around your hips and pushing your panties to the side, staring down at your pussy.
He licks his lips and your breath catches in your throat. You can feel how wet you are, and your hips buck when he trails two fingers down your pussy, bringing them to his mouth.
"J-Jimin," you stutter as he pops them into his mouth and sucks, meeting your eyes.
He leans over to grab something out of the bedside drawer, cock bouncing against his belly, and you belatedly realize it's a condom when he's sheathing himself with it.
"Jagi, wanna fuck you now, yeah? Wanna ruin you for all other men."
He's kneading your thigh with one hand, and you should want to laugh at this, your best friend saying this possessive caveman shit, but instead, you part your thighs.
"Oh, Jiminie. You already have. Years ago."
His face softens and he lines up and slides inside you, slow, lips parted, watching your face.
"Do you mean that, jagi?"
There's something in his eyes, something off, but the way he stretches you out makes your brain stutter.
Before you can respond he leans down to kiss you, hard and hungry, and rolls his hips.
You cry out curses into his mouth, and he chuckles.
"Such a dirty mouth, jagi," he says, his tone dropping lower as he starts to move faster inside you.
Your mouth feels dry, all your nerve endings on fire, and when he sits up on his knees and presses his thumb against your clit, you clamp your hand over your mouth to keep from yelling.
"God," he groans, thrusting into you erratically, his thumb moving rougher against your clit. "Fuck, the way you clench around me, jagi-"
You make a muffled keening noise when you tumble over the edge, feeling your cunt pulse around his cock and when he moans your name and grips your thigh tighter, hips bucking, aftershocks tingle down your spine.
Jimin collapses next to you, discarding the condom in his wastebasket before pulling you into his arms, swinging a leg over your hip like a koala.
You sigh, happy with the affection, having kissed having him close the last few weeks. Anytime you'd let yourself fantasize about this, you'd thought it would feel different, but it doesn't, it still feels warm and safe, just like always.
You start to drift off a bit as he hums a little, dropping soft kisses on your shoulder.
When you wake, the bed is cold and you whine and roll over to see Jimin sitting up on the bed, facing away from you, his shoulders a bit slumped.
"Jiminie?" You yawn, placing a hand on the small of his back.
He sniffles and you scramble up into a sitting position, concerned.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Jimin lets out a shaky breath. "I wanted it to be you," he says brokenly, and you frown, confused.
"What does that mean, Jiminie?" You kiss his shoulder and that's when you see it, a small, purple mark, almost in the shape of a star. "Oh. Oh." Your heart plummets to your toes.
Jimin twists to face you, tears streaking his cheeks.
"Every night since I met you, I've wished it was you. I wished on every shooting star, wished every time I threw a coin into a well. I wished so hard for you to be my soulmate, Y/n-" His breath hitches and your throat aches.
"Did you….did you meet her?" You choke out.
Jimin shakes his head. "I don't want to. I just want you. I've only ever wanted you, Jagi."
You let out the breath you'd been holding, tears threatening behind your eyes. "But I don't have a soulmark, Jimin. I'm not…. you're meant for someone else."
Jimin shakes his head again. "I'm not," he says passionately. "I know I'm not, it's only ever been you."
Your skin feels hot and uncomfortable, your heart aching, and you sweep your hair back from your neck to one side in frustration.
Instantly, Jimin kisses you there, the side of your neck, and you gasp when his mouth hits a particularly sensitive spot just above your ear.
Jimin pulls back from you and his eyes are wide. "Jagi-" he breathes.
"I don't know what to do about this," you say miserably, but instead of responding Jimin just kisses you, hard, and you feel him smile against your mouth.
"Jimin, what-"
He's grinning widely at you when he disappears into the bathroom , returning with a handheld mirror and tugging you up to stand in front of his floor length mirror.
He angles the mirror and pushes back your hair and you gasp. There's a raised spot just above your ear, matching Jimin's, and you turn to throw your arms around him.
Jimin laughs out loud as you kiss him all over his face, pushing him down on the bed.
Later, when you're riding him, after he's kissed that spot above your ear about a million times, you lean down to kiss him softly. "Your wish came true, Jiminie," you whisper, and his smile makes you feel like your heart will burst wide open.
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Fearless
A/n: This is the first in a series for the Monster Smash Halloween project for Ksmutclub! I am attempting to do all seven BTS members with a supernatural (read: spoopy) theme by the 28th.
Summary: Min Yoongi doesn't want anyone moving into the house he's been haunting, especially not someone who reminds him what it feels like to be alive.
Warnings: is it considered unprotected sex if he's a ghost? Teasing, clothed sex, some angst Ghost!Yoongi is horny yet soft, reader is kind of a top really, less spoopy than horny, praise, dirty talk
Word Count: 2276
Min Yoongi doesn't like change. Change makes him anxious, it always has, even before....well....before.
He feels his chest tightening nonetheless when you view the house, eyes wide and bright, surveying his bedroom like you're imagining all your stuff in there.
Yoongi hates you on sight. You must have drifted through life, being that pretty, with a bright smile.
People make him more anxious than change, and a beautiful girl in his space? Standing in the living room, inches from where he'd taken his last breath?
It felt oddly intimate.
Imagine being anxious when you have no heartbeat to speed up, no breath to get short.
The movers start bringing your things in before you know it and he sulks, pushing over boxes marked fragile, laughing when it's blamed on one of the younger movers.
Yoongi doesn't particularly like to scare people, but it's easy. Just a few toppled boxes and the movers rush out of the house, and he can't help but smirk as you struggle to bring everything in yourself.
The first night, you curl up on the couch with a book and he watches you for a couple of hours, the line of your jaw, how long your legs look, and he's angry at himself for looking.
He's more angry at the way he wishes he could wrap a hand around your ankle, brush the hair back from your face.
He's the most angry for suddenly feeling lonely after god knows how many years of shuffling around the house, content in his solitude.
So he makes the lights flicker, and when you get up to check the breaker, he hides your book down in the couch cushions.
You're frowning as you look for it, and how does he feel his heart speed up when it isn't even fucking beating?
It's weeks of this, of him toppling over your drinks, hiding your books, flipping the breakers, slamming doors, doing everything he knows has worked in the past, but you're unbothered. You're...fearless.
He's never appeared to anyone before, never even known that he could, and when he appears to you, it's completely by accident.
Yoongi doesn't watch you shower, he's never been that kind of guy, but he can't help how his eyes catch the curve of your ass when you walk around in a men's t-shirt and panties, can't help wondering whose shirt you're sleeping in.
His throat tightens when you go up to the attic and find the box he'd left there, full of his clothes and books, and part of him hopes you throw it away, but when you don't, when you squeal in surprise at some of the books, gently fingering the pages, it's his chest that tightens.
The night you end up seeing him, just for a moment, you'd washed the box of his shirts and you were wearing one of them, a black one, with the bottom knotted to show your stomach and a pair of black panties, dancing around in the kitchen, making popcorn.
He feels his lips curling in a smile, watching you, and he wonders how long it's been since he's smiled.
Yoongi finds himself crouched behind you as you lie on the couch, reading over your shoulder, that night, and he tells himself that it's because he's bored and not because he likes the way your shampoo smells, likes the view of your legs stretched out on the couch.
It’s almost 3am, and he kind of likes that you’re an insomniac, because he had been once, when he was alive, and he tries not to think about why that pleases him so much.
You huff out a breath, frustrated suddenly, and he stands to come around and see your face, frowning down at you.
You slide your hand down what used to be his shirt, slip a thumb beneath the waistband of your panties, and if Yoongi had still had lungs, he would have surely stopped breathing.
When you slide your hand further down, slipping beneath your panties, fingers finding your core, he crouches down again, watching your face. Your eyes are squeezed shut.
He hadn't even known that his anatomy still worked this way, that he could still get this hard, that his heart could thud against his chest, hands aching to touch you.
You hitch in a frustrated breath and your eyes pop open, widening a bit, and Yoongi realizes you can see him.
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You don't commonly fantasize about anyone in particular when you touch yourself, and you've been single for so long you don't even conjure up past experiences anymore.
So when you can't quite get there, alone on your couch, you're shocked to open your eyes and see a pair of hungry brown eyes, a man crouched down in front of you, black locks falling over his face.
He's gone just as your breath catches, as heat floods through you.
That night, when you dream, it's of those hungry brown eyes and pouty lips, how his tongue flicked out to the corner of his mouth.
He seems familiar, and you wonder if it's someone you'd seen in passing, someone you'd been attracted to.
It isn't until days later that you go through that box you'd found in the attack and that one Polaroid of the same man, except this time with a gummy smile, eyes softer, that you realize that all the flickering lights and lost books weren't just your imagination after all.
It doesn't even occur to you to be scared, you've grown up seeing things that other's couldn't, believing in things like the tarot and the other side, and nothing about the energy you felt here seemed malignant or frightening.
You wait a few days, and you stop feeling the random rushes of cold, there's no flickering lights, there's no more hiding your books or toppling your glasses.
After two glasses of wine and a particularly trying day at work, you speak out loud.
"Are you shy now?" You ask, tipsy enough not to feel stupid in case you're talking to yourself.
You wait a few seconds, and nothing happens.
"Do you only show up when I'm half naked?" You continue, smirking a little. You slide down one strap of your camisole, revealing a bit of cleavage.
When nothing happens, you huff a little, but then the lights flicker.
"Aren't you afraid?"
You flinch at the deep voice right next to your ear, shivering at the sudden chill, but it isn't from fear.
"Takes a lot to scare me," you murmur, and turn your head to see him sitting there, right next to you, close enough that if you moved slightly, your thigh would touch his....if you could touch him, that is.
You're not sure how this works, but you're insanely curious to try.
He chuckles a little. "You're fearless."
"Do you like fearless girls? Or...did you? Before?"
"When I was alive, you mean?" He gives you a half smile. "Didn't know very many. I worked too hard to date much. Worked myself to death, really."
"Do you get bored, hanging around here? Is that why you watch me?"
He flushes, looking away from you, and you wonder how a ghost can blush. You find yourself wondering...
"I didn't mean to spy."
You smile at him and reach out to touch his collarbone, not knowing what might happen, but it works, you feel his skin soft beneath your hand.
He takes in a sharp breath, eyes widening. "You...you touched me."
"I...I did some research," you admit softly. "It's the witching hour, the time when the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest. My name is Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”
He swallows hard, staring down at your hand touching his collarbone, and then looks back up to your face. “I’m Yoongi.”
You swing your leg over his waist to straddle him, impulsively, and his breath hitches again, and he's cold to the touch, trembling under your fingers when you wrap your arms around his neck.
"What are you doing?" He breathes, eyes searching your face.
“Don’t you ever get lonely, Yoongi? Don’t you miss being touched like this?”
He smirks at you then. "I think maybe you're the one who is lonely, doll. Looking for a phantom lover?"
"You offering?"
"Doesn't look like you're gonna move out anytime soon. And you keep prancing around in my clothes..."
He slips a hand under your t-shirt, spanning his fingers up your ribcage and hissing in a breath between his teeth.
"It's been so long since I've been been able to touch someone," he says, looking into your eyes almost in awe.
"So touch me," you breathe.
It's so slow, how his hands move up under your shirt to palm your breasts, your nipples tightening and not just from the chill.
He lets out a low groan when you arch your back.
"I don't think I was ever this hard when I was alive," he mutters, and you roll your hips against his erection, eliciting another strangled moan from him.
"You know what's great about having a phantom lover?" You murmur into his ear.
"What's that, doll?" He sounds distracted, voice muffled against your skin as he kisses the base of your throat.
"You don't need condoms."
He hisses in another breath and moves his hands from your breasts to unbutton his jeans, huffing in frustration when he fumbles.
"These aren't even real," He mutters, and when you giggle his eyes dart to yours, something so soft in them it makes your heart speed up.
"You're so beautiful when you laugh."
He moves his hand to your face and your throat goes tight. You don't want to think about what happens after, if he'll disappear forever, if you'll pine over your phantom lover for years, so you unbutton his jeans for him, freeing his cock from the denim, and he looks down at your hand instead of your face.
"Oh, fuck." He mutters, bucking into your hand, and he moves his hands to your hips, lifting you up to rock you against him.
When you just roll your hips, stroking his cock slowly, watching precum drip down the head.
His breath is hitching in his chest and he buries his face in your neck. "C'mon, doll. Y/n. Don't tease. We...we might not have much time."
Your throat tightens again at the thought and you push the crotch of your panties to the side, holding him at the base until you slide down on him completely.
"Oh, fuck!" He cries out, throwing his head back against the couch, throat working, hands kneading your hips.
"Oh. Oh." You mewl.
You don't know what you'd expected, but he was so warm, pulsing inside you, just like he was alive and breathing, and you rock forward for friction, adjusting.
Yoongi sits up straighter on the couch, rolling his hips beneath you, and he catches your mouth with his, and his tongue is warm, too, he's warm all over as if he's coming to life and you press closer to him, wanting more.
He breaks away from you, breathing hard, watching you ride him, an awed and almost pained look on his handsome face.
"My pretty little doll, look at you. You're so good, so perfect. You're going to make me come. You're going to make me come in that tight cunt, but I want you pulsing around me, want you to come first, yeah?"
The way he’s praising you makes your skin hot, your head dizzy.
He grabs your hips, thrusting up into you, dragging his cock along just the right spot as you grind against him for pressure on your clit, and when you come you cry out his name.
You feel your cunt pulsing around him, tightening like a vice and he throws his head back again before kissing you hard, nipping at your bottom lip.
“You feel so fucking good, doll. You feel like heaven. It was worth all these years being alone just to feel you, you know that?”
He lets loose a string of curses when he spills inside you, and his come is warm too, almost hot, and none of the biology of this makes any fucking sense but you can’t care when you can feel his heart thudding against your chest as he presses you to him, when you can feel his lips planting soft kisses along your shoulders.
You play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, looking at the clock over his shoulder, and it’s nearing 4am.
You hug him tight, tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. “Will you disappear after the witching hour is over?” You ask, voice hoarse.
He pulls back enough to look at your face, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek.
“I...I don’t know. You’re the one that did the research,” he jokes, but his half smile is a bit sad.
“Will you come back?”
He seems to think for a moment, and your heart seizes in your chest.
“I won’t leave. I never leave this place, and I damn sure don’t plan to now, after this. After you.”
You sigh in relief, but it’s shaky, and he leans up to kiss you, soft, and then you yelp as he disappears, making you plop down on the couch with a thud.
You feel cold, suddenly, cold and empty because whatever he’d left inside you was as gone as he was, and tears roll down your cheeks.
It’s not until the next morning, until you grab for the novel on your nightstand and it isn’t there, that a smile spreads across your face.
#ksmutclub#kscproject#2kwords#monster smash#ghost!yoongi#min yoongi x reader#yoongi x you#suga x reader#bts suga x reader#yoongi x reader#yoongi smut#yoongi imagine#suga imagine
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Dark Woods
A/n: No one asked for this, I have had a hellacious month and I just needed to write some self indulgent filth, but if you wanna catch up there’s actually an entire universe of these fics leading up to this poly filth with feelings, the latest installment being The Other Shore
Warnings: BUCKLE UP THOTS, mmf threesome, sub!Jungkook, switch!reader, switch!Taemin, Jungkook just wants to be a good boy, restraints so light bondage, orgasm control, this is pretty gay, bisexual!Jungkook, bisexual!Taemin, lots of praise, lots of dirty talk, gratuitous use of the pet name “bunny,” Jungkook has some angsty inner monologue, anal fingering, unprotected sex (so much of it, really), anal sex, demon sex pheromones making things all fuzzy, sexual punishments that kinda turn into rewards bc everyone is whipped for Kookie, blowjobs (male receiving and male giving bc this is a threesome folks), some oral sex (female receiving), Jungkook has a helluva praise kink in this, lots of m/m so if that’s not your thing, skip it
Word Count: 2371
"It isn't fair!" Jungkook burst out, tears of frustration pooling at the corners of his eyes, his skin on fire, head spinning.
"What's not fair is Persephone and I having to rush home from meetings because our pet won't. Fucking. Listen." Taemin emphasizes each of the last three words with bites on Jungkook's inner thighs.
Jungkook cries out, straining against the leather restraints and under Taemin's strong forearm locked across his hips. It hurts but his mouth, fuck-
Jungkook can't think, he's just crying and babbling out apologies.
"Baby," you croon, and it's always like this, good cop, bad cop, but Jungkook feels stupid and degraded and so fucking horny he can't think, so he squeezes his eyes shut, won't look at you. You're sitting up at the head of the bed with his head in your lap.
"Baby," you repeat. "You know we do this because we love you. You have to learn to take care of yourself when we have to be away."
"I didn't want you to go away," he says, and it sounds pitiful but it's true, he feels lonely and scared and jealous when the two of you leave, arm in arm like the demon royalty you would have been if Jungkook hadn't interfered.
Every hour that goes by when his temperature rises he can't control his breathing or his heart rate, can't stop thinking about how both of you must resent this, having to take care of him when you should be beautiful happy couple, ruling together.
He ends up just lying in bed, clothes making his skin feel tender and sensitive, surrounded by that cherry and cinnamon scent that makes his cock ache and his heart ache and by the time you two get back he's near delirious and Taemin's angry and you're disappointed.
"Baby." Jungkook's eyes fly open because it's Taemin's voice he hears, soft, smooth like honey. "Bunny."
Jungkook whimpers softly, it makes his heart skip a beat when Taemin uses that pet name and he'd just been so angry with him and more tears spill down his cheeks.
"We didn't want to leave you either, but we can't very well take our bunny into the pits of hell where any incubus or succubus could get their claws in you, yeah?" Taemin kisses the bites he'd left.
"I'd be good," Jungkook protests, and Taemin chuckles, lifts up to lean over him.
Taemin kisses him softly, almost sweet, and Jungkook makes a displeased noise in the back of his throat when he pulls away.
"I know you would, bunny. I just don't want any of their eyes on you, yeah? You belong to us." Taemin leans down to suck a mark onto Jungkook's throat and Jungkook moans.
"I do, I do, please please, I'll be good next time, hyung, I *promise.*"
"You will?" Jungkook nods eagerly, and Taemin's fingers wrap around his cock and he's so grateful he's crying all over again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't leave me, yeah? I'll be better."
He rolls his eyes up to yours and you smile, kiss the tip of his nose. "Baby. We'd never abandon our bunny."
"Of course not," Taemin scoffs, stroking Jungkook's cock slow, too slow, and Jungkook is letting out whimpers and moans.
"Tell me what you need, baby."
Taemin is thumbing tears from Jungkook's cheek, brown eyes so soft, and Jungkook's heart feels like it's swelling in his chest.
He hadn't expected it to be so easy, falling in love with Taemin, a man who would have been his rival in any other world, but it'd fallen together like clockwork, and every part of Jungkook ached for his approval, his love.
His favorite thing is when you're the strict one and Taemin goes all praise and soft kisses, calling him "bunny," stroking his face like he was now.
"Want you to fuck me, hyung, please," Jungkook breathes, and Taemin blinks, full lips parting.
They hadn't talked about this, not yet, although there's been Taemin's wicked mouth and talented fingers and before he'd even arrived there'd been yours stroking his prostate, making his words stutter on his lips, his cock twitch, the hardest orgasms he'd ever had.
You're already tossing Taemin the lube, Jungkook is always amazed how you two work in tandem, smooth and graceful when he can't string two sentences together.
"Are you sure, bunny? I could use my mouth-"
He gives Jungkook that wicked smirk that makes his heart speed up, but Jungkook shakes his head.
"No. No I want you inside me, love you so much, want to make you cum, *please,*"
Taemin looks almost shocked, and Jungkook feels pride that he's able to surprise the demon, if only for a moment before that wicked smirk is back.
"Our bunny. Slutty boy," Taemin murmurs into his ear and his words send shivers of pleasure down Jungkook's spine.
He always means to ask if Taemin's voice is some kind of demon magic but then Taemin's fingers are inside him and he can't think anymore.
You're cradling his face, murmuring praise into his ear and fuck, he loves you, you'd always described the addiction to demon pheromones like a drug but you'd never told him it was the love that made him itch and ache and want the way he does. He loves you both and sometimes he feels like it's too much, he loves you both too hard because he can't even say it unless he's half drunk on demon pheromones.
Taemin presses up on Jungkook's prostate and his vision blurs out a bit.
Jungkook feels his orgasm approaching like a freight train and he cries out. "No, no, want you inside me, hyung, don't want to cum yet, please-"
He wants to cry again at the thought of cumming before he's filled and you always know, you lean down and kiss him, distract him. "It's okay, baby. You're okay."
It slows his breathing, at least until Taemin pushes inside him and Jungkook hiccups out something between a sob and a moan.
It's been hours since he's been able to cum and double the pheromones makes an hour feel like a week.
He's so hard it hurts, dribbling precum like a faucet.
It burns a bit, but being filled with Taemin's cock is a whole new sensation, a bit foreign but it feels so good, and all this time this is what he's been missing? No wonder you loved it so much, Taemin is rolling his hips slow and dragging the head of his cock along Jungkook's prostate and his nerve endings are all on fire.
Jungkook looks up at you again, and you laugh a little, as if you know what he's thinking.
"He's good, yeah?"
"So fucking good," Jungkook moans, and if he weren't so far gone he'd be embarrassed by how desperate he was for more, for Taemin to fuck him harder, but he looks at Taemin focused on where they meet and Jungkook is suddenly overcome.
"Tell me I'm good, hyung?"
Taemin's eyes catch his, and his smile isn't wicked anymore, but soft.
"You're so good, baby. You take my cock so well."
The praise makes heat coil in Jungkook's stomach and he whimpers. "You can go faster, hyung, I can take it, I'll be so good for you."
Taemin looks up to catch your gaze and again Jungkook is struck by the nonverbal communication, and for a moment he feels adrift and left out but then your fingers wrap around his cock and he gasps in a breath.
Taemin grabs ahold of his hips and starts to move his hips faster and Jungkook has seen this from the other side but the way it feels…
"C-can I-" Jungkook stutters, and Taemin smiles.
"Go ahead, bunny. Cum for us, yeah?"
It's almost instant, his back arching, cum spurting onto his stomach and the relief makes all his muscles go weak.
When Taemin pulls out, Jungkook whines, hates the way it feels to be empty and he's still needy, still hard against his stomach with the smell of cherries and cinnamon bursting around him.
Taemin leans down to kiss him, hard and hungry this time, and Jungkook ruts against him, still whining.
"Don't be greedy, bunny. Have to take care of our girl, yeah?"
Jungkook whimpers again, and he doesn't know how to voice what he wants, how he's usually content to watch you and Taemin but today he feels needy and jealous, but somehow, Taemin seems to know.
"Do you want to do it, bunny? Make our Persephone cum?"
"Yes, yes, please-" Jungkook breathes, and Taemin is already wiping the mess off his stomach. Jungkook is fighting tears again when Taemin kisses his chin, humming a bit.
He shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't worry so much about all the history you and Taemin have, but he can't help it, can't help feeling weak and obsolete and…*human.*
You've unhooked his restraints at just a glance from Taemin and Jungkook's biceps ache from straining against them.
He flips over instantly, spreading your thighs roughly, and you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs.
He licks from your thigh to your opening, moaning against you, the scent of musk and cherries making his skin heat all over again.
You tug at his hair before he even gets started and he whines out a protest.
"Want to be fucked, Kookie. Want you to fill me up," you moan, lips parted, and who is he to deny you?
You giggle when he grabs your ankles and yanks you down on the bed, and Jungkook feels light-headed, grins and kisses you.
He's so focused on you that he is surprised by Taemin's low moan, looks up to see him sitting against the headboard, one hand circling the base of his cock.
"Our eager bunny," Taemin teases when Jungkook rams into you, but his voice is uncommonly strained.
Jungkook looks over at him again, concerned, and his brain goes fuzzy at the sight of Taemin's knees up, feet flat on the bed, two long fingers buried to the knuckle inside him.
"If you're a good bunny, next time I'll let you fuck me," Taemin says, low and almost hoarse, and pleasure shoots up Jungkook's spine, his hips stuttering.
"Or you could watch me fuck him," you moan, and Jungkook stills inside you, willing himself not to instantly cum inside you from the thought and how your cunt clenched around him.
"Y-yeah?" He stutters, and he's not sure if he's ever been this turned on, even after weeks of living with two demons with sex pheromones that literally almost killed him.
He looks down at you, your open mouth, and remembers suddenly what Taemin said, about how you liked to be dominated sometimes, and he impulsively sticks two fingers between your parted lips.
You moan around them, sucking, hollowing your cheeks just like you did around his cock, and his breath catches in his throat.
“Sh-shit,” he mutters.
Taemin is making the most musical moans and Jungkook’s head feels heavy with both your scents, pheromones washing over him and his hips move without his brain, sloppy and uncontrolled, but your back arches and he feels you clenching around him, tighter and tighter, when you cum, and it’s like the most filthy song, Taemin’s moans and the wet sounds of him pumping in and out of you.
There’s black around the edges of his vision when he cums inside you and he collapses against you, breathing hard.
You stroke his hair. “Gotta learn to control your breathing, baby,” you mumble, and he nods against your shoulder.
He takes a few deep breaths, looks up at Taemin and Jungkook feels his dick twitch inside you at the sight of him, blonde hair curly and mussed, pretty mouth parted, pumping two fingers in and out, his cock hard and curved against his stomach.
It’s almost like being in a dream, at this point, and there’s been moments like it before, Jungkook figures it’s something between the unreality of being a poly relationship with two demons and all the sex pheromones the two of you pump out on a daily basis ramping up during sexual activity.
Jungkook slides out of you, crawls up toward Taemin.
“C-can I help? I’ll be good,” he says again, because he needs him to know, needs you both to know he’s been bad while you’re away but if you’ll stay he’ll be so, so good. He rests his cheek on Taemin’s thigh, coming around on his left side, and Taemin tugs at his hair gently.
“Of course you will, baby,” Taemin croons, and Jungkook envies his level of self control and it makes him so proud when he fits his mouth around the head of Taemin’s cock and Taemin lets out a hoarse moan.
Jungkook wishes he could see Taemin’s face, breathes slowly through his nose and sees you crawling toward Taemin in his peripheral vision.
He hears the two of you kissing and uses a hand and his mouth, flicking his tongue over the head of Taemin’s cock.
“Ah, bunny, your mouth...Gonna cum soon,” Taemin groans, tugging at Jungkook’s hair again but Jungkook shakes his head just a bit, letting saliva help him move up and down.
Taemin’s fingers go soft in his hair, playing instead of pulling, and Jungkook hums out contentedly around his cock.
“Persephone, our bunny is so good, yeah? Taking care of us both.”
The praise makes Jungkook’s hip twitch, rutting against the bedsheets.
Taemin hisses and his hips jerk up once when he cums, and Jungkook is surprised at the taste, sweet and tangy like cinnamon.
When he lifts his head, you’re standing naked over him with a cool cloth, just like always, and this is almost his favorite part, after you’re away, when the two of you take care of him, clean him up, break his fever.
This time it’s even better because he’s tucked up against Taemin’s side, head on his chest, with the demon’s nimble fingers in his hair, murmuring out comforts and praise.
Jungkook decides as he’s drifting off, that if being bad gets him here, sleeping in the middle between the two of you, he might not want to be such a good boy after all.
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It takes him a while to figure out that she gets off on him working in the smithy.
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Arya hears whispers as she travels; whispers of family and foe, of war and peace, and of Lord Baratheon of the Stormlands.
She tries to ignore the latter but can’t — especially when the news of his betrothal reaches her.
Sandor Clegane didn’t convince her to live for nothing, so Arya heads to Storm’s End, but to see Gendry one last time or convince him to leave with her is anyone’s guess.
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And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me.
A year after the Council named their new King, Gendry Baratheon is trying to be the best possible lord for his people. His thoughts continue to drift to a girl though, a girl who left him and Westeros behind -- until one day, she comes back.
(Post Season 8, episode 6 -- fix-it for the finale)
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