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7ndipity · 5 months

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“I Missed This”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi catch up on some alone time together after the arrival of your baby.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: +18 mdni, soft smut, protected sex(wrap it up, folks!), Yoongi’s a lil sensitive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @vicky-chaos for this request! Love you!

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You don’t know why you were so fluttery as you straightened up the bedroom for what felt like the tenth time that evening, biding your time till Yoongi got home from the studio.

Everything was set, the bed was made, you’d done your hair and put on a touch of makeup, you were wearing one of your simple pajama sets that you knew Yoongi liked, you’d even lit a few vanilla scented candles to set the mood, now all that was missing was your sweet husband.

As you waited, you tip-toed across the hall to check on your daughter, Soyeon, who was still sound asleep in her crib. You leaned against the railing, feeling your heart swell as you watched her little chest rise and fall with each breath.

When you married Yoongi, you didn’t think it was possible to love anything else as much as you loved him, but you’d both found out it was very much possible when those two little lines had appeared on the pregnancy test. Somehow, your heart had managed to expand, growing to hold your love for both of them, your perfect little family, your universe.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the front door open and close, quietly slipping out of Soyeon’s room and back across the hall, situating yourself on the bed just before Yoongi walked in.

“Hi.” You smiled at him.

“Hey.” He returned your smile tiredly, coming over to kiss you gently before settling beside you on the edge of bed with a sigh. “How was your day?”

“Mine was good,” You said, moving to rub his shoulders. “What about yours?”

“Long, rehearsals took forever.” He hummed, leaning back into your touch. “Is Soyeon asleep already?”

“Yep, I managed to get her to sleep a bit early tonight.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, making him release another soft sigh. “Thought we could use some time alone together tonight, just us.” You mused, trailing a hand down across his stomach.

He stilled, turning to look at you wide-eyed, searching your face to make sure he was understanding correctly.

“Are-, are you sure? I mean, it’s not too soon or-?”

“I had my six week checkup yesterday.” You assured him, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth to calm him. “Everythings okay, we’re good to go.”

That was all the conformation he needed, falling on you with fervor, kissing you with so much intensity it took your breath away. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth, which you readily granted. His hands were everywhere, seeming unable to decide on what part of you to focus on first, finally settling on your waist as he pushed you to lie back on the bed so he could hover over you, settling between your legs.

“Fuck.” He breathed, eyes roving over your form, taking in every little detail of your appearance.

He always thought you were beautiful, but something about you like this, kiss bitten lips and flushed skin, made you look positively divine.

Yoongi had always handled you with a certain level of gentle reverence, and ever since you’d gotten pregnant, it had increased tenfold. Watching you navigate pregnancy and delivery with such strength and grace had left him in complete awe, and seeing you with Soyeon had made him fall even more in love with you, if that was even possible.

He suddenly understood why women were so frequently depicted as divine beings. You were the closest thing to a goddess that he’d ever seen; so caring, resilient, beautiful. And you were his, a fact that continued to leave him in disbelief.

“Yoongi.” You whined, tugging at his shirt in an attempt to get him to do something.

“Alright, Baby, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, shaking out of his trance, leaning down to kiss you again, much slower this time, savoring your taste as he delved back into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours.

You used your grip on his shirt to push it up over his abs and chest, Yoongi breaking away from you just long enough to get it over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room before diving on you again, fumbling slightly with the buttons on your pajama top in his eagerness. Once he got it open though, he couldn’t hold back the low groan that rumbled in his throat at the sight of the lacy black bra you were wearing underneath, one of his favorites.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He groaned, making you giggle as his eyes fell closed for a moment, trying to compose himself but immediately failing as he moved to tug your shorts down revealing nothing underneath but your glistening cunt, already wet and needy for him.

Yoongi prided himself on always being so controlled in bed, so seeing him so close to falling apart already over just the sight of you, chest heaving and eyes blown wide as he spread your legs further apart, was a massive ego boost for you.

Slowly, he brought a hand down to your core, swiping two fingers through your slick folds before bringing them up to his mouth, another low noise leaving him as he tasted you.

Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you pulled his hand away so you could claim his lips again.

“We have to be quiet.” You reminded him shakily.

“You have to be quiet.” He growled against your lips. “I’m not the screamer in this relationship.”

He pressed you back down against the mattress, kissing down your neck and chest slowly, pausing suck a spot on your collarbone as he let his hand creep back down between you to circle your clit gently, making you arch up into his hold.

Just as you felt the first hints of your release beginning to course through your body, he pulled away, causing you to let out soft whine.

“I’m sorry baby, hang on.” He said, digging around in the bedside drawer for a moment before pulling out a condom and quickly putting it on. “Wanna go with you, okay?”

You nodded, letting out a small shudder as his length rubbed against your wet heat.

His eyes shot back up to yours at the movement.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, searching your eyes intently for any sign of discomfort. “It’s okay if you wanna wait, I can just use my fingers if it’s too much-”

“Yoongi, If you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to fucking combust.” You giggled, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, stroking his flushed cheek with your thumb.

“I’ll be okay, please.” You whispered, pulling him for a soft kiss, lips ghosting over his as you spoke, making him shudder. “Yoongi, please.”

“Fuck, don’t beg.” He groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder. “I won’t last.”

“Then don’t make me wait.” You replied, combing your fingers through his hair.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes again, a ghost of a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth at your words. “Okay.”

He lined up with your entrance, hesitating for only a second as he glanced up at you one last time before pressing his hips forward slowly, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of your warm walls wrapping around him tightly, threatening to push him over the edge before he was even fully inside.

He inched his way into you at a torturously slow pace, pausing every time your face scrunched even slightly at the stretch, shuddering as he finally bottomed out, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Shit,” He hissed, arms shaking as he held himself up. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, eyes closed as you adjusted to the feel of him. “Move, please.”

“Just a second.” He grunted, trying to compose himself. “If I move right now, it’s over.”

“Are you serious?” You giggled, looking up at him surprise.

“Don’t laugh.” Yoongi whined, burying his face in your neck. “This is serious.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You cooed, stroking his arm soothingly. “Take your time, Sweetie.”

Collecting himself, he rolled his hips against yours experimentally a few times before pulling part way out and thrusting back in gently, causing you both to moan in unison.

Slowly, he built up a steady pace, angling his hips to find the spot that made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Y-Yoongi.” You whined.

“You okay? You feeling good?” He panted.

“Mhm,” You nodded. “Faster, please.”

He did as you asked, bracing himself up on his elbows to stay as close to you as possible as he rocked his hips into yours. “I’ve missed this.” He breathed.

He made the mistake of looking down at where your bodies connected, watching his cock slide in and out of you smoothly, shining with your slick.

“Fuck, I can’t-, I’m close again.” He huffed, almost frustrated with himself.

“ ‘m close too.” You whined, holding onto his arms tightly.

“Cum for me, please.” He said desperately, fingers seeking out your clit to push you over the edge with him.

Your whole body twitched as if he touched you with a live wire. “Fuck, Yoongi!” You whimpered as your orgasm hit.

As soon as he felt your walls beginning to spasm around him, he lost it, a choked moan leaving his mouth as he found his release, hips stuttering as he tried to push you both though your highs.

He stilled as you both fought to catch your breath, a few tears escaping from your eyes as you came down, immediately raising Yoongi’s anxieties again.

“Are you okay? Does something hurt?” He asked softly, hands fluttering over you, trying to find somewhere to touch without causing further harm. You caught them in your own grip, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m okay, It’s just a lot.” You assured him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I missed you.”

He looked at you confused. “I’ve been here.”

“I meant like this.” You gestured to the way he was still half laying on top of you, still connected.

“Oh,” He flushed, suddenly shy. “Yeah, I missed you too.”

You chuckled, but didn’t comment further, laying together quietly, basking in the peace of the moment, before you eventually sighed.

“We need to get cleaned up before Soyeon wakes up.” You said softly.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi nodded, pulling out gently and helping you up.

You quickly cleaned up, just finishing up when, right on cue, you heard Soyeon beginning to stir.

“I’ll get her, you rest.” Yoongi said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before heading for the door.

“Hey.” Your voice made him stop, turning back to look at you.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“I love you too.” He grinned.

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haruchi-slit · 25 days

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PERSONAL CUM-SLUT!

synopsis: Geto Suguru is your college bully and to make things worst your boyfriend messed up so Suguru wants you.

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You were walking in the school hallways, minding your own busines, you stride to your locker- grabbing your books inside.

while grabbing your books you heard a voice from your side you almost yelped when you saw Geto towering you, "awh look at her, with her stupid, stupid glasses-" Suguru says while pressing his index finger to your forehead over and over again. you slapped his finger and hand away then gave him a frown "what do you want?"

you stared at him with fury in your eyes ready to pounce him down, but nevermind he's twice taller than you. Suguru's been making your life living hell since middle school and you'd like to punch him for that, does he have reasons?

yes.

he just wants to destroy your innocence, your purity and he loves it when your face turns into a huge frown, "tryna study again i see, four eyes?" "Fuck you!" you said and turned to him then slapped your locker's door on to his face "ouch-!" he reached his face with his hand to soothe the pain, "bet you'd like that yeah?" he says with a smug look, a blush rose from your cheeks as you're trying not to cringe at what he said, "ugh fuck yourself Suguru!" you said slamming your locker's door once again to his face "wha- fuck that hurts!" he screamed, you quickly shut your locker and walked away as fast a you can, Suguru tried to catch up but before he could catch up to you, you were already gone.

'fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck' you chanted inside your head as your blush across your cheeks worsen as you walked away, you went straight to the rooftop after seeing Geto, is no where to be found you tip-toed up stairs making sure no one's following you.

You opened your books and angel sat on the cloth you've brought, you spanned it on the rooftop's floor, you positioned near the railings cause you liked the view there and the air's refeshing too. you placed your glasses on top of your head and started reading your textbooks.

you should've enjoyed the silence while it lasted, cause suguru guessed that you'd be at the rooftop and he was right, you were so focused that you didn't felt suguru was behind you, he squated down to your level right next to your ear, "Found you." he whispered, which caused you to turn your head to your shoulder,

and fuck you almost kissed you backed away with wide eyes, you can feel you heart beat fast as you looked into his chocolate hazel eyes.

"S-Stop staring at me Suguru, Dumbass!" you said with mixed fury and nervousness, even though you backed away you two are still inches from each others mouth, Suguru raised his eyebrows "you're the one's staring honey" your move stiffined as he spoke in a low groan, you can't lie even though he made your life miserable, he's fucking hot (can't blame you girl) "Can you not!" you screamed putting your glasses back to the bridge of you nose, damn your eyes widen much more, you're fucked up and he likes it.

"Can you not" he mocks while moving his hand to mimic your mouth movements,

You stood up, backing away completely,

"Why are you like this Suguru! you've literally ruined my life since middle school what on earth do you what huh?" you'd snap, you just couldn't take it anymore you just want a peace and quiet study time but this man won't leave you alone! And for some shit he's been doing it for the last years! what on heaven, hell and earth does this guy wants?

"You really wanna know huh?" he groans slowly standing up, approaching your figure until you bumped on the sturdy concrete wall,

"You. I want you." he whispers narrowing his eyes up and down on your body "and I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine wether you like it. or not." your breathe hitched as your blush spreads across you cute face. you pushed him away and quickly grabbed your stuff that's laying on the floor before running downstairs, the man watched your worried look as he chuckled.

The next day...same as before study study study. you thought it'd be "just a normal day" but it was far from what you we're expecting.

"I want your petty little girlfriend, or you're fucked." Suguru says holding your boyfriend's bloody face, squishing his cheeks roughly, "you can't even treat her well." he adds, intensifing his grip on the boy's face

"so 'm taking her."

"Yes, yes she's yours! 'm sorry 'm sorry!" your boyfriend plead "I won't do it again just please-!" "Good boy haha" Suguru laughs with Satoru as he kicked your boyfriend to the ground,

"Text her to come to the rooftop after her last subject!" Suguru shouts as he walked away.

Meanwhile... you're attending your last subject for the day, suddenly, Ding. Ding. Ding.

you received a message from who? you asked your self, you took a peak on your phone.

Boyfie💝: where are you?!

Boyfie💝:are you in class?

Boyfie💝:if you are, come to the rooftop after that, please.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you put your phone down, confused. you tried to focus on what your professor was teaching and after your class you rushed to put your things away in your locker before going to your universities rooftop

you opened the door and it was practically empty. Just you, your boyfriend and Suguru Geto..you walked in very confused on why's Geto here, "Oh look she's here, tell her now" Suguru spoke as he playfully nudge your boyfriend's "I messed up, I'm sorry" your boyfriend says with his head down, you are very confused.

"what do you mean!" you asked, "He messed up and now you're paying for it." you heard Suguru talk, "WHAT?" "I said your boyfriend messed up so you're paying for his foolishness." repeats "Be my slave and your boyfriend's gonna be safe and sound" he adds

you gulped down so hard you swore it was like swallowing a damn rock, "Y/n please..." your boyfriend begs, "you have no choice" Suguru says with a smug smirk. Goodness.

"Fine, i'll be your slave!" he approached you and whispered, "cumslave." Suguru corrects, "WHAT! NO!" "Then I'm telling the principal to expell your boyfriend then" he backs out, before shruging his shoulders. you couldn't speak nor move you clenched you fist in to a ball then fixing your glasses.

Suguru pushed your boyfriend, "You're good now. Leave." Suguru says to your boyfriend, your boyfriend quickly stood up and ran away,

"did he said his breaking up with you?" he says infront of your sour face, that soon turned into a shocked figure, Suguru whips his phone out showing you a video, it was your boyfriend making out with some girl.

"He was using you" You almost cried but not now cause you're fucked! Suguru grabs the opportunity to grab you and lead you to the locker room. he closed the door behind as you sat down in the bench, your tears dropped down unconsciously as you clenched your thighs harshly that it turned to red.

"Are you seriously crying instead of taking revenge or something?"

Now here you are, denying at first then giving in later, your legs sparwled lustfully on air as Suguru flicked your sopped pussy with your ass stuffed with toys, fucking you so good in the Universities locker room, "S'guru s-too much-!" you moaned softly, as Suguru teased your clothed tits, he latched his mouth to your cunt making you arch your back in pleasure as you balled your hands with a fistful of his hair, he grinds the bridge of his nose to your puffy cunt making you insane, "too much, too much too-" you were cut off as the locker room's door swung open, Suguru swiftly grabbed you inside a empty locker.

fuckfuckfuckfuck! you'd chant in the back of your head as you're currently pressed to Suguru's chest, and his hard on, both of your breathing went uneven as the people that was in the locker room was half a meter away from the locker you and Suguru's in, your dripping cunt was exposed to thin air and Geto Suguru takes advantage of that to it's limits he glides his hand to your clitoris making you yelp suddenly, the people inside the locker room went SILENT, you quickly covered your mouth hoping they wouldn't find the two of you.

"Guys do you heard that?" the guy asked

"Yeah, but probably that's just the wind" the other guy said. "we probably should get going now." the girl said they all agreed as they walked to the exit.

after the people walked out, he lays you on the bench once again as he spreads you legs.

"soo wet, you're such a slut aren't you?" your breath went uneven, he unbuckled his slacks letting it hang around his waist revealing his angry pink tip, he teased your entrance flicking your clit using his cock before entering your cunt, your legs trembled.

"we almost got caught and your pussy drippin' wet?" he watches how his cock got easily devoured by your gummy walls

"fuck-! you're soo tight." he says trying to buck his hips on you, he stretched your leg to your shoulder so you can adjust and take his dick right "take it like a slut, fuck whore" he say before moving in a inhuman speed, he watched your boobs recoil up and down and it turns him on so much "fix your glasses so you can see how I can fuck you good" you obelige, you were surprised that your glasses stayed on even how fast Suguru thrusts. you were a moaning mess, you can feel him penetrating your womb over and over again, your climax was sooner than he expected, after you came he quickly followed. your cunt was stuffed with his thick ropes of cum, some of it was on your hair and abdomen, "fuck" he breathes heavily, catching his breath.

after coming down from your high he stood you up and helped you clean your mess,

"Slap your ex-boyfriend once you see him I got your back." he says smiling softly.

a/n: so ha...ha...ha i hope this doesn't flops it has 1.7k word in it please dear lord.. anyways hope you enjoyed this...i was 2 days late but atleast! PLS DON'T FLOP! the fic's too long so I had to cut it out, and as far as i can remember i scrapped this fic more than 4 times I'm not exaggerating it

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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you take a shirt from katsuki when you’re pregnant enough to start showing.

the black material has faded to a washed out grey, there’s a hole in the collar and the skull on the front has almost peeled completely off. you find the shirt when he’s out for patrol and you’re just touching four months a long— it smells like him, it’s still soft and it reminds you of your younger days back at U.A. the ones where you and bakugou pretended to hate each other despite how hard you were secretly crushing on him.

you deem it the pregnancy shirt.

that old skull t-shirt becomes one of your go-tos when you’re pregnant— when you need comfort, when you’re too tired to change, bakugou always makes sure it’s within your reach. he always reaches for it when he’s helping you change after a long day out with your in-laws too as he takes off your sandals and massages your swollen ankles. katsuki always pushes the fabric of the worn out shirt over your bump when you start to show more, kissing where your belly button is as he chatters sweet nothings to your baby, telling them how much he loves them— katsuki freezes, you freeze too when you feel a light flurry of tiny hands and feet push at your bump from underneath the fabric. and it’s the shirt you pull on when you make bakugou drive you to the nearest convince store for ice cream at five in the morning.

“it’s the baby’s cravings! not mine!”

you’re wearing the same ratty old skull shirt, in the doctor’s office— pushed up a little while she applies a thick layer of that cold jelly to your belly. katsuki snickers when you shiver, a kiss pressed to your head at the time but he damn near sobs, squeezing your hand for dear life when he finds out you’re having a little girl. it’s a little gross but you have to use the shirt to wipe his nose, especially when her tiny heartbeat echoes throughout the room.

a new tear is made in the skull shirt a when you hit the third trimester, seven more months in, and you’re watching katsuki flash across your mother in law’s TV screen—fighting for his life, the people of Japan and most importantly his unborn child against a villain that’s injured half of your classmates already. mitsuki switches off the news channel before the end of the fight, reminding you that you’re at the height of your pregnancy, that the stress hormones aren’t good for your body and that she’ll make you something warm to drink instead. for hours you wait for katsuki bakugou to walk through the door, fidgeting with lose strings on his old shirt that your nearly cry over as they unravel and you tell yourself and your unborn daughter that it’s all going to be okay, that daddy will come home.

“missed me sweetheart?”

this time it’s your tears that the shirt wipes away when bakugou steps through the door— a little worse for wear but his eyes still lit up at the sight of you in his old shirt with your precious bump popping out from underneath. he doesn’t mind so much when you squeeze him as close as you can, sob mean things into his scorched hero costume because he can feel his little baby kicking him at him through the shirt anyways.

the skull shirt is what you’re wearing, stretched beyond belief over the baby bump, when you go into labour at the beginning of December— katsuki hates the cold, strewn all over you with blankets up to his nose and of course his brat had to decide to be due then. he’s startled awake by you finding some ungodly amount of strength to shove the pro hero out of bed, yelling at him to get the baby bag and to call the hospital and to help you to the damn car ( he’s praying he’d put the car seat in already ) between yelps of pain.

your baby girl with a head of blonde curls and eyes the colour of your own is born bright an early the next day, with a strong grip to her daddy’s finger and one to his shirt too.

sixteen years later, you watch katsuki shove his finger through the hole in the collar and the tear at the side of his very old skull shirt— thumbing the fabric while his daughter packs up her room for the U.A dorms. excitement runs through her body, intertwined with sparks of nervousness before he sits her down, a proud expression pulling across his fine wine aged features.

“i wan’cha t’have somethin’ squirt. it never failed me, ‘n it didn’t fail yer ma when she was pregnant with you. so it’ll look after you when yer at school and we’re not there to look out for you anymore.” he says quietly, eyes warm and tired and mirroring your not so little-little girl’s own. her face lights up when he passes her the shirt, the one that you carried her in, the one that smells like her dad and holds his memories too and she hugs him, close like he’s about to disappear and your heart melts as the story unfolds.

“i’ll make you proud, dad.” she whimpers, tucking her face into his neck.

“squirt, i’ve been proud of you since you were just a twinkle in yer mother’s eye.” bakugou mumbles back, catching your eye from over her shoulder— both of you knowing that with the shirt, she’s going to be just fine.

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thegettingbyp2 · 4 months

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27 - Spencer Reid

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You were trying to stifle your laughter as you stepped through the front door of Spencer’s apartment. Tonight was your first time meeting the rest of the BAU team after dating Spencer for the past six months. It wasn’t that Spencer was trying to keep you a secret, he just knew that bringing you into his life could very well mean putting you in danger and he wanted to avoid that for as long as possible.

The night had been going surprisingly well, everyone on Spencer’s team seemed to love you and the best part about them all being on the same team was that they knew why Spencer had taken so long to tell them about you. However, about halfway through the night, you noticed that one of his co-workers, Derek, began to slide closer to you, making flirty comments. It didn’t take a profiler to see that he was doing it just to mess with Spencer with the way he was saying something and then having to hide his laughter instantly when he’d look over at your boyfriend.

When he noticed what his friend was doing, you’d felt Spencer’s hand land on your thigh, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt and his grip tightening with every comment that Derek made towards you.

‘Were you jealous, Spence?’ you asked teasingly as you toed your shoes off, leaving them on the stand by the front door before dropping your bag onto the hallway table and letting yourself collapse on the sofa in the living room.

‘No,’ Spencer replied, his voice going up at the ending, sounding as if he was questioning himself. He joined you on the sofa, lifting your legs to drape across his lap as his hands wandered up your legs gently.

‘Oh yeah? So, you didn’t care when Derek was telling me how good I looked or how he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of me for the whole evening?’ You couldn’t help the soft smile spreading across your face when you felt Spencer’s fingers digging into your legs with every word. ‘It’s okay if you were jealous, you know?’

As soon as the words left your mouth, Spencer did possibly the most un-Spencer-like thing you’d ever seen. His grip tightened on your legs as he yanked your body closer to his, at the same time he leant forward pushing you back until you were laying on the sofa, his lips hovering above yours as he took you in. ‘I don’t get jealous,’ he said, his voice dangerously calm. ‘It’s just that you’re mine.’

His lips then crashed onto yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands instantly flew up to tangle in his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Spencer was quick to adjust his position until he was hovering over you, one hand pressed onto the sofa by your head, keeping him propped up as the other harshly pushed your skirt up around your waist. He groaned when he looked down to see the innocent white cotton panties you were wearing and he moved his lips to press against your neck.

‘Spence,’ you whined quietly as he began to press kissed all the way down your body, stopping to look up at you as he pressed a gentle kiss just about the waistline of your panties.

‘I don’t need to be jealous, do I, (Y/N)?’ he asked. You were frozen both in his gaze and in the way he was talking, not used to hearing anything like this come out of his mouth so, instead of replying, you were quick to shake your head. ‘I need words baby,’ he prompted, slipping his finger underneath the crotch of your panties, the both of you groaning when his finger gently ran across your soaked pussy.

‘You don’t need to be jealous,’ you repeated. Seemingly happy with your response, Spencer roughly yanked the panties down your legs and threw them down the side of the sofa before spreading your legs and pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

Your back arched off of the sofa instantly which seemed to encourage Spencer as his mouth opened and his tongue dove into your pussy. One of his arms was thrown across your hips, pinning you in place while his other hand gripped your thigh, making sure that there would be bruises in the morning. The feeling of Spencer moaning into your pussy sent a vibration right through your clit as your fingers dug into his shoulder, eliciting a sharp hiss from him.

One of his fingers slowly breached your pussy and you felt your walls clamp down on him instantly, the sensation of his tongue on your pussy and his finger inside you had your careening towards your orgasm quicker than you were expecting.

‘Spence, please,’ you begged, moving your fingers into his hair and tugging slightly, trying to hold off on your orgasm.

‘Go on, sweetheart, cum for me,’ he said and with a crook of his fingers, you were flying over the edge, your vision going blurry as your thighs began to shake around his head. Spencer didn’t stop until you began to whine quietly, trying to push his head away from you. He pulled away, pressing one last kiss to the inside of your thigh before crawling back up your body, connecting your lips once more. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips when you tasted yourself on his tongue.

‘Now do you see that I don’t need to be jealous. Not when you cry so prettily for me when I make you cum?’ Spencer’s words caused all breath to leave your body; you’re not sure what had gotten into him but you really weren’t complaining.

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williamrikers · 2 years

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#tos #star trek #trekedit #*mine #my tos posts #not sure chekov qualifies as a himbo but the only other possible himbo is jim #and jim HAD to be the short king like. this is the hill i will die on #jim kirk is a short king and i love him so much

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spirkme915 · 8 months

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spirk fics i've read in the last two-ish months and loved

I will have you (if you let me) by ros3bud009 @roseymoseyberry (TOS) - starting out this list with a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ fic. i loved everything about this fic - the premise (k&s know they're t'hy'la from the second they meet), the yearning, the journey, the love. i could live in this fic

Spock 🖖 by vaksur, WerewolvesAreReal (TOS) - need a laugh? this one is it. spock decides to use emojis in his comms. shenanigans ensue

A Friend Like You by kierawrites (TAS, yes you read that right an animated series fic!) - pre-slash, a glimpse into their lives after the episode "mudd's passion." this one is short and yet is packed with *them*

A Different Perspective by Maeko (AOS, SNW) - transporter malfunction fic, and this time it brings AOS Spirk to SNW verse. loved this one for the AOS Spirk dynamics, but mostly the SNW Spock and AOS Spock interactions and Maeko's perspective of Vulcan telepathy. it's a fascinating character study!

in the dying of the light by scar_a_mouche (zanni_scaramouche) @zanniscaramouche (AOS) - i'm not sure how to categorize this one, other than to say that i had this *ache* in my chest through every sentence and it just felt so AOS Spirk that i wanted to drown in it. one of my faves over the last few months

Personal Personnel Protocol by dothedeux (TOS) - another comedy entry for the list. this time it's not just the bridge crew that knows what's up, it's the computer. such a fun read and so sweet too

Professor Kirk by TonightNoPoetryWillServe (AOS) - cadet spock, professor kirk, and all kinds of fluff with only a touch of angst. perfect bedtime reading

Let Forever Be by gunstreet @gunstreet (TOS) - listen. i need everyone to drop what they're doing and read this fic. it's a city on the edge of forever fic that is mostly a jim character study but pulls in queer history. it breathes compassion and humanity, and is stocked with OCs you'll fall in love with. another ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ read

Shall We? by Jenna Hilary Sinclair (JennaHilary) (TOS) - yet another comedy entry? what has the world come to? i love my angst just as much as the next spirk truther, but when comedic spirk is done right it hits perfectly and this one is definitely done right

And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa (TOS) - finishing this spirk list with a final ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ read. this became easily one of my favorite TOS fics of all time. it's from 2003 and deserves WAY MORE hits, kudos, and comments than it has!

for the non-spirk entries this time around:

StarDate.org by Exxact (TOS/AOS fusion) - christine/t'pring and online dating. fluff and friendship. perfect

The Time of Neither by gunstreet (SNW) - spoimler nation rise! your definitive fic has arrived!

My World Is No Longer Hollow by existentialcrisistime @existentialcrisistime (TOS) - a mcspirk fic about finding where you belong. so beautiful

and two recs for WIPs for you to read and subscribe to:

Place Your Hand In Mine by remylebae @twinkboimler (AOS) - a super sweet mckirk fic about leonard having a secret admirer (who could it possibly be??)

It's Not An Illusion by Borealisblue @thetimetostrikeislater (AOS) - gorgeous story about healing and gorgeous artwork? i'm sold!

please do send me recs, and don't be afraid to self-promo! you can find all my recs here

#spirk #k/s #spirk fanfic #spirk fanfiction #k/s fanfic #spirk fic recs #jim kirk #spock #star trek fanfiction

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Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 6)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Mikey, possessive! Draken, naive! reader, threesome, violation of trust, dubious consent, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, teenage craves, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, pussy eating, love confessions, cock-drunk, boys trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, sleeping! reader, gang stuff.

The water is already steamy, and both boys itch to fulfil their next fantasy. They know it would take time to have your full and undeniable consent and approval.

The duo also knows this wasn’t the best path to win you over but now that it's done, there’s no way back and letting you go isn't even an option.

“N-No.” your defiance is intoxicating for some unknown reason.

“No, huh?”

“Yes, I said no.” You don’t let the shake in your voice manifest.

Meanwhile, the heat emanating from the shower starts to create a cloud of steam and being the only one with clothes on, you can feel the fabric beginning to stick against your skin.

You don’t know how to be shameless regarding nakedness like them. As if they didn't care if someone else saw them…. Even as if they've seen each other naked a million times, and then, it hits you.

“—Since when are you together?”

Mikey hums, pensively, “We know each other since we were just your height, little one.” The blond openly jokes, and you can hear Draken snickering.

“You are like one inch taller than me—”

“You’ll do good to remember that.” Mikey keeps teasing, sassy grin curving his lips.

Fed up with his antics, you stop tip toing around them, and aim for a punch under the belt.

“Your boyfriend is being an asshole, Draken.” You spat, venom dripping from your tongue, crossing your arms in front of your chest a tense silence floats for a second too long, and it pops like a soap bubble when, they burst out laughing.

“She is at us, baby.”

Draken says between laughter, and you can hear his equally annoying buddy, clap a hand at his knee while holding his stomach, letting the laughter slowly die down.

“(Y/N)—you perspicacious little thing…” Mikey chuckles out, and cleaning the remnant of tears from his eyes, shakes his head, “of course, Draken and I are a thing.” The short blond unashamedly, admits.

“…Lover?” you murmur and quickly correct, “—boyfriend!”

“The first one…” Mikey replies, unconcerned “and the second one—” continues, your mouth opens but he keeps going, “and… the third one.”

Confusion reflects on your features and is quick to add.

“He is mine—” easily claims, “the same as you are.” Shrugs his shoulders, unworriedly looking through your shoulder at Draken who plainly grins.

“You can’t own a person…” you hear yourself whisper.

“Sure, you can!” he boasts, “as long as he owns you back—” Mikey explains, standing up from the toilet lid to take a couple of leisured steps towards you “… and I promise you…” the bastard towers over you, even when he’s just a bit taller, “Its. Fucking. Fulfilling.” Closes the distance with each word until is face to face with you.

The whole room begins to feel cramped; you feel like an animal inside a cage and sensing your weariness, Draken pats your shoulder, lightly.

“You must be suffocating in so many clothes—you’d better take them off.” He suggests, previous warning buried under layers of patience.

You hadn’t even noticed that you were profusely sweating, Toman’s uniforms are not for hot weather … or, rather for steam baths.

The fabric adhered to your skin feels awfully uncomfortable and soon the discomfort is so much that you don’t see another option. No doubt that damn Draken did this on purpose, smart little bastard.

“—Could you turn around?”

The request leaves your mouth out of your control and to your surprise, both comply.

They turn around without saying a word, and you stay still for a moment before starting to undress. You know it's silly because they're going to have to see you eventually, but being granted this small favor makes you feel a little more in control.

“Ready?”

Mikey asks, since the noises of clothes falling to the ground stopped being heard, and you sigh heavily before answering.

“I would feel more comfortable if you let me bath on my own—”

“We understand…” the ghost of a smile hunts your face for a brief moment when Mikey seems to yield “—but then who would wash your back,” but then he adds, wiping all mirth from your features right away, fake concern tainting his sarcastic tone, “or clean behind your ears…?” Draken joins following his lead, and you can hear the smirk on their faces even when you can’t see it.

“—Does messing up with me bring you guys any kind of twisted pleasure?” you ask, making sure they notice your contempt for them, “or is it part of your supposed unconditional LOVE for me?” Your blatant mock makes you feel pleased when they don’t reply immediately.

Finally, some payback, you think, but you couldn’t be more wrong because you just gave them the excuse they’ve been looking for, since the three entered the bathroom.

“She still doesn’t believe us, Kenchin.”

Mikey groans, stretching his back soundly, like subtly reminding you how strong they are compared to you.

“I heard—” the dragon tattoo owner replies, “and it breaks my heart.” Draken sighs, yet it sounds false and combing his blond hair back, stresses.

“Sounds to me like it’s our sacred duty as her irrevocable boyfriends…” makes a meaningful pause for you to witness him slowly turn around to look at you while spelling the next words, “—to remind her who she belongs to now.”

Fear melts your satisfied grin into pure despair and taking a step away from the intimidating tall blond and his dark promise, your naked back bumps against a solid chest.

“I agree, baby...” Mikey´s voice sounds closer to your ear, “now (y/n) … It’s your decision how this will happen…” the Toman leader explains, pressing his strong chest flush against your bare back, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder to spy your reactions, “… we can be gentle and sweet, or NONE…” putting a lock of hair behind your ear, pecks your cheek, gallantly and finishes, “your move.”

A loud breath tells them that you are getting awfully nervous, your gaze desperately searches for a way out, and they only follow your line of sight, yet don’t attempt to move. Until you try to take a step forward and as if in chain reaction, Mikey’s arm encircles your waist and Draken closes the distance, only leaving a centimeter of air that prevents your breast from colliding with his.

“I—…I believe you!” you lie, “there’s no need—”

“Nop.” You feel Mikey´s lips glued to the shell of your ear, “Just decide.”

You hate being put in these scenarios, and you hate more that you are so afraid of them that you prefer a known devil, than a devil to know. So, disgusted by your next words, you shamefully reduce to play they little sick game of power.

“Gentle.”

Both boys' smirk, wildly. Without a doubt, you are beginning to be trained to comply, and that pleases them very much, so much that they are going to gift you an extra special, session.

“Smart move.” Draken praises, “of course, she´s our smart girl.” Mikey complements.

Is the last you hear before been push under the hot water jet, the sound of the water lapping at your skin drowns out every sinful moan you try so hard to bit back as their naughty hands and thirsty mouths, explore your curves without restraint.

Trying to keep your legs closed is useless as teaming up, they spread them, effortlessly, losing all sense of composure and frantically both drag their fingers among your slick folds, enticing you to follow their euphoric pace.

You can´t swallow the heavy moan that breaks your composure, and Draken presses his lips to the line of your jaw, you instantly go rigid at the gentle kiss, making you wonder how someone who looks so dangerous can be so mellow.

“I know it´s only being a night since,” he whispers against your skin, fervently, maneuvering your palm to wrap around his warm, thick cock. “But don’t you ever stop us from touching you again, (y/n).” He groans and aids you to give him a good, rough squeeze, so he can slowly start to thrust his hips into your clenched fist.

“Fuck—that´s it.” He moans hoarsely, “keep going—Don´t s-stop...” your hand moves erratically, not sure how to please him and not sure if you want to keep going, when Mikey urges you to continue by wrapping his hand among your fingers, “Like this, Babygirl, Draken likes it when you pamper the head...” and following his instructions, you brush your thumb along the tip of his cock and Mikey hums approvingly when his bestie´s body jerks with it. “That´s a good girl.” The shorter blond praises, letting you keep going on your own.

Meanwhile, Mikey’s hands attack you gliding over your wet skin like a snake, caresses with a smooth continuous motion, insistently pursuing the curve of your breasts, squeezing hard enough for the plump flesh to spill among his fingers while his hard cock smears against your bottom, letting you nestle it between your butt cheeks, praises of how good your being falling from their mouths like water from the faucet.

“Be honest with us, (Y/N),” Draken gasps, growing harder and harder in your hand, “at some point —Fuck....” his breathing stutters, “—this scenario had to cross your mind… at least once….”

“W-What—what scenario?” you murmur, overstimulation making your speech drag, for Mikey is unable to stop playing with your hardened nipples, “don´t stop—” Draken groans, and you begin to stroke his throbbing length up and down in time with his euphoric thrusts.

“You guys are not my cup of tea...” you drag out, between pitiful whimpers and Mikey barks a humorless laugh before reply, “what's not to like, babe?... To me, you sound outstandingly pleased.”

“—Being fucked… without my-my consent—by two abusive gang members w-who won’t take no for… an answer?” how the fuck do you find the words to entice them even more is beyond them, but you do, “… and you ask—...what's not to like?”

A crude chuckle quakes Draken’s chest with blessed amusement and he press soft, open-mouthed kisses along the heaving curve of your neck, letting his warm tongue come out to taste you and slowly disentangles your fingers off his length, for your attention to be solely on Mikey, who reaches one of his hands down to gently cup your cunt.

“It’s not ideal, of course,” Mikey admits, mindlessly and you gasp at his blatant honesty, hand in hand with his working fingers on you, “-we are not some stupid gang members who don't understand anything,” his words are being muffled by your skin when his lips trace your shoulder, “we also understand that what we did, has consequences—” he agrees, and you realize why he´s one of the most respected leaders among the gangs, “but everything has a solution... if you accept us as yours.”

You groan deliriously when his digits scissor your sensitive cunt. “We´ll give you anything, sweet girl.” A ragged gasp tears through your throat and his back straightens, proudly at hearing your melodic orgasm rip out through your convulsing frame. “Thats it —” he breaths against your ear, “... that orgasm was nothing compared to what awaits you, if you say YES.”

Collapsing against Mikey´s body, he all too pleased holds you, lifting you a little off the floor, patiently waiting for your legs to work again.

“There is nothing you can do—to make me say yes...” you strive for your voice to sound firm but fail miserably, even so, the message is sent... “—nothing.”

“Well, that was disappointing...” Mikey slumps down a little, “but hey! this was my first attempt to woo you—” Oh my God, they had to be kidding... “I'm sure the others will be successful, and soon you'll come back to your senses, ain't that right, Draken?”

Draken nods, “—but that doesn't mean we can't help her to cope, Mikey,” he adds, wickedly.

“Ain´t you smart, baby…” Mikey praises his lover.

“Just...this time... let ME set the tune—” Draken calls dibs.

“By all means, Commander.” Mikey concedes.

Your sarcastic comeback catches in your throat as the tall blond, invasively slides his palm between your buttocks, and his thick thumb breaches the sanctity of your ass.

You raggedly gasp, stunned by his audacity.

“—Don´t...!”

“Shhh... just relax and let me work you.”

Your body fills with wildfire, ladling heat into your lower tummy. The sensation is genuinely mind shattering, no one has ever done something like that to you... not even yourself, the discomfort is too fleeting, only remaining a feeling that you cannot describe.

Your eyes shut tight as your mouth forms an “o” shape, but no sound comes out, and Mikey takes advantage of the moment of blindness to slide his fingers inside your tired slit, thumb designated to your clit, making lazy circles over your vulnerable bundle of nerves.

“It feels—I feel...w-weird,” you gasp out, swallowing thickly and reaching your hand out to rest along the smoothness of Mikey´s neck. He noticeably leans into your touch. “Relax, baby, just let him work.” He advices reassuringly, peeking down at Draken pumping his thumb, in and out of your virgin ass.

Your fingers squeeze gently, ranking your nails among the wet skin you can find. “...I don´t think... I can handle—”

“Sure, you can—” Draken is swift to interrupt you, thick fingers abandoning your spasming asshole to brace you up into his arms, you manage to stay remarkably still for someone who is being forced to straddle and present its ass out.

“I think she´s as ready as she will be.” Mikey suddenly says, speaking to Draken while ignoring your constant pleas for them to stop. “I guess, it´ll hurt,” Draken´s sigh presses against the side of your face, and glimpsing Mikey´s furrowed brows, hurries to add “—but just for a second before she stretches.”

The skin of Draken´s back feels feverishly warm under your fidgety palms as his toned muscles periodically flicker and shine under the slippery gush of water.

“Hold on tight to me, (y/n).” Draken instructs, sliding his palms from your thighs to your ass where he parts your butt cheeks for Mikey to dip the head of his cock inside your butthole.

You have to bite down on your lip, hard and harder, when Mikey suddenly impales you to the hilt in one swift roll of his hips, splitting you wide open in one single sharp thrust, which drags a pitched scream out of you and a highly pleasurable and long grunt, out of him.

“Oh my—….FUCK!” he blasts, out of breath “Oh my fucking god,” his head falls back, gasping deeply.

“...That good?” Draken wonders, firmly holding the sides of your thighs to keep you sprawl, Mikey nods.

“I´m gonna—make her milk me ´till she burst,” Mikey mutters raggedly, before setting a brutal pace, your moan piercingly loud, forcing Draken to cover your mouth. “Easy there, gorgeous, we don't want the whole brothel to wake up,” Draken says, and once he sees your brows starting to smooth again, he takes it as his cue to massage your ass before burying himself inside your cunt to the hilt. This is too fucking much. Your body is reaching a point of overstimulation you had never experienced before and noticing your slitted, crossed eyes, the sub-commander takes a long stilling moment for you to accommodate and enjoy the way you feel so asphyxiatingly tight around them, thanks to how well both are filling you.

“Thi-This...This is definitely it, Babygirl, you are so... so PERFECT.”

“She´s doing so well,” Mikey´s eyes remain tightly shut to be able to last, the slapping of his grinding hips against your ass a constant sound among your pitiful whimpers. “I’m so fucking close,” his voice sounds annoyed, “this kitten´s reaaaaally squeezing down on me, good—Fuck.”

“I know—...Ngh! So, fucking cramped-…. this cunt is...—driving me nuts.” Draken’s long, and awfully thick, every thrust of his fat cock nudges against that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You feel them sync up, and suddenly each thrust is appropriately devastating to your inexperienced body, not a trace of pain left, just the feeling of being impossibly stuffed. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Mikey sinks his canines to your shoulder. “M cumming,” and, bites hard to prevent the loud growl when he spills his seed inside you so fucking violent, it makes his legs almost collapse under his weight.

“´Yo still with us, Mikey?” Draken barks a laugh when his leader slumps down into the solid ground with a maniac grin stretching his lips like a wild man. His back continues to rise and fall with quiet, unsteady breaths, clearly passed out from overexertion. “Oh my god... oh my fucking God, Kenchin—...I'm going to burst into happy tears, man.”

“´Yo kidding, right?” Draken reaches up and takes one fistful of your hair to lean your face to his, but you are already half-way numb, and groaning a little, he keeps fucking you, steady and slow.

“Then, you call it a day.” Draken hurries to ask his fallen comrade, hips never faltering, your legs limp at each side of him.

“I, fucking, am—” Mikey grunts, too pleased with the experience to even care.

“So, do I have green light to: do whatever the fuck I want with our kitten?” he smirks, slowing down for a second to rub your back, affectional.

“Sure, man, fuck her stupid... stupider, if that’s even possible.”

Mikey enjoys the show from the wet floor. Draken gives your ass a hard slap which makes you wince out of your numbness, and throws his head back in ecstasy, allowing your gummy walls to embrace him at its fullest.

“’M about to find out.”

COMING SOON PART 7....

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j-onedrabbles · 10 months

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Just a heads up this is kinda sad (unfortunately a friend of mine was in a similar situation). It's alright if you don't wanna write it, I just thought l'd ask be of how talented you are🤭🩵. Poly skz + reader, or just Minsung or Hyunlix if you want, totally up to you. Reader relatively new to the relationship and is trying their best to be the best partner to all parties, but doesn't feel like it's being returned. They feel like skz (or whichever ship you choose is) too into each other and not them, like the shiny new toy isn't exciting anymore. One night, after everyone goes to sleep, reader gets their things and leaves without saying anything. If you're not comfortable with writing it, that's ok!🩵

✧ PAIRING: HYUNJIN X GN!READER X FELIX ✧ CW: ANGST, FLUFF IF YOU SQUINT, FEELINGS OF NOT BEING LOVED, THIRD WHEEL MENTIONS, SHORT BLURB, OPEN ENDING ✧ WC: 0.5K ✧ NOTE: you think im talented 🥹🩵🩵 and im so sorry your friend went through that. i had an old cosplay friend who was in a situation like that as well so i’d hear about it a bit

Y/n tried. They tried as hard as they could in the relationship. But entering an already established relationship was hard. Starting to date two people who already had a history together felt, weird? Almost like, sometimes you were intruding on the other two in the relaetionship.

The start of it was great. Y/n had met Hyunjin first and the two hit it off and he had mentioned them to Felix. Meeting Felix was a nice warm fuzzy feeling the moment he smiled at them. After a few months, the two boys asked Y/n out. Promising equal love. But three-way love was difficult.

Because of work, Hyunjin and Felix both spent a lot more time together than Y/n with just one of them. It was a little unfair, maybe a lot.They still showed Y/n the same amount of love they gave each other, good morning kisses, cuddling all the time, sleeping together, etc. But that didn’t stop those thoughts from coming in.

Maybe it was just all just one-sided to begin with. The two men were happy well before Y/n entered the picture; even though they both tried their hardest to wash the worries they had away. But all they did was give them words. Words that started to barely mean anything. Yeah, they were busy, but it just felt like Y/n was left out. Kisses, hugs, and cuddles weren’t enough anymore.

The two didn’t really need them, right? Would they even notice if Y/n left? Would they even care?

The thoughts swirled in their head for a week. It was when the two came home from a rough day at the company and just said good night Y/n figured it was time to go. They didn’t say anything, just texted a friend asking to stay with them for a few days. Once they agreed, she quietly grabbed as much as she could fit in a small bag while the two were passed out in each others arms.

It hurt to look at the couple laying in the threes shared bed all by themselves, but when you don’t feel the same love you put out, you get out before you hurt yourself more. Y/n wiped a stray tear from under their eye and tip-toed out of the room. They closed the door and headed out of the home. Y/n took one look around the living area, not praying that one of them wakes up and walks out of the room asking where they were going, but making sure they had everything.

Y/n sighed and closed the door, locking it and heading down to their car. The realization came once they got to their friends place. Crying on their coach till almost two or three in the morning. There weren’t enough words to describe that pain of being promised shared love and only receiving it when it was new and fun— if there was even words to describe that pain.

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