#all drabbles all 100 words all experimental | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gimmethatagustd · 2 months

Text

ultra thin & extra sensitive | kth + jjk

It takes an impromptu trip to buy condoms for Jungkook to finally confess his feelings to Taehyung.

○ Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Friends with benefits, smut, fluff

○ 10 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Grocery Store)

○ Word Count: 4,557

○ Warnings: Dick jokes lol, Jungkook is so needy, relationship drama, "what are we?" painful moments, groping, anal fingering, protected anal sex, car sex

○ Notes: I hope you all enjoy this strange fic about condoms. I'm so behind on this drabble challenge, and I don't even wanna think about it 😅

○ Post Date: March 12, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? Bambi - BAEKHYUN

“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

Jungkook smirks as Taehyung whimpers and tosses back his pretty blonde head. Jungkook has him pressed to the wall with one of his legs hiked up and hooked over Jungkook’s hip, opening him up so Jungkook can grind their clothed cocks together.

They’re both hard, Taehyung in his straight-leg jeans and Jungkook in light gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination. Not that Taehyung needs to imagine what Jungkook’s cock looks like; he’s seen Jungkook naked plenty of times in the few months they’ve been hooking up.

Although the foyer of Taehyung’s apartment is dark, the moon casts enough light through the windows to illuminate the men as they rut against each other. It’s Jungkook’s first time here, but he’s too preoccupied to look around.

Despite their familiarity with each other, Taehyung is still shy around Jungkook. He squeezes his eyes shut when Jungkook sucks hickeys against his throat as though he’s afraid to see how devoutly Jungkook wants to devour him, chin tilted to the ceiling, and pretty pink lips parted so more whimpers can slip from them. A blush spreads across Taehyung’s cheeks like spring tulips in bloom, and Jungkook wonders how he possibly got so lucky to have something so sweet.

Jungkook nips at the curve of Taehyung's ear, and Taehyung curls his long, pretty fingers around Jungkook’s shoulders to hold himself up. Taehyung’s innocence makes Jungkook want to bite into him even deeper.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers hoarsely.

“Hmm…?”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

A breathy whine is Taehyung’s response, and even though it isn’t what Jungkook is looking for, he quietly laughs under his breath.

“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”

“I’m not,” Taehyung protests with a gentle sigh. It isn’t true, but Jungkook leaves him be.

Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s thigh to work on unbuttoning his jeans. Once they’re unzipped, he glides one of his hands inside Taehyung’s jeans to palm his ass over his briefs. Using his other hand, he loosens Taehyung’s fingers from his shoulder. He brings Taehyung’s hand to the back of his neck and slowly slides it upward until their intertwined fingers slip through Jungkook’s hair. Curling his fingers, he forces Taehyung to grip his hair and lets out a satisfied groan when Taehyung experimentally tugs on the dark strands.

“Anyone ever fucked you like this?” Jungkook asks in between hickeys sucked along Taehyung’s neck, leading up to the corner of his jaw. “Up against the wall?”

“No,” Taehyung sighs against Jungkook’s lips when he kisses him.

Taehyung’s answer doesn’t surprise Jungkook. Everything they’ve done has been pretty tame, mainly because Taehyung has little experience. Although Jungkook isn’t the type to get off on corruption, there’s no denying how his cock twitches when Taehyung trembles from his touch like it’s the first time he’s been held and kissed.

Jungkook sucks Taehyung’s bottom lip into his mouth and tugs gently, pulling back far enough for Taehyung to chase his mouth. When Taehyung pouts in frustration, Jungkook laughs.

“Stop teasing me.” Taehyung finally opens his eyes, and the blush on his cheeks deepens when he locks eyes with Jungkook.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Jungkook promises with a shadow obscuring half his devilish expression.

Surging forward, Jungkook captures Taehyung’s lips again, shoving his tongue in his mouth to swirl it around Taehyung’s. Taehyung’s whimpering gets louder, and Jungkook groans into the kiss. He grinds their hips together even harder, spurred on by how vocal Taehyung is.

“Where are your condoms?” Jungkook asks in a breathy voice. He’s somewhat shocked by how worked up he is with just a bit of kissing and groping.

Their lips lightly brush against each other as they pant, chests heaving in tandem. Taehyung has to clear his throat before he can properly speak.

“What?”

“Your condoms?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to whine. He presses his forehead against Taehyung’s and tries to calm himself down. “You don’t get it, Tae, I need to fuck you so badly. I’ll get them for you. Are they in your bedroom?”

“I… I don’t have any condoms,” Taehyung admits meekly, turning his head to the side to force Jungkook to pull back. “I thought you had some. Y’know, in your wallet or something.”

“Fuck.” Jungkook tips his head back and lets out a drawn-out groan. “God fucking damn it, Taehyung. Why don’t you?”

“I don’t know! We always go over to your apartment; why would I need any here?”

If Jungkook wasn’t uncomfortably hard, he would find it sweet that Taehyung only associates needing condoms with being with Jungkook, meaning he clearly isn’t bringing home anyone else to fuck him. It makes Jungkook’s chest swell, knowing he’s the only one who gets to have Taehyung like this, all pink in the face and disheveled, pretty fingers tangled in his hair and cocks pressed together.

But Jungkook is uncomfortably hard and doesn’t have the patience for this.

“Let’s go.” He shoves his hand down his pants to adjust his cock. There doesn’t appear to be any precum stains on the front, but Jungkook is beyond caring.

“Go where?” Taehyung stumbles forward when Jungkook steps back and releases his grip from Taehyung’s waist.

“To the store to get condoms.”

“W-What? Right now?”

Jungkook looks up at Taehyung as he stomps his feet into his boots.

“Yes, Tae, right now.”

“But, we could just…”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows and stands with his arms against his chest, waiting.

“I could suck you off?”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook sighs and pulls him over to zip up his jeans for him, “I don’t want you to suck me off. I want to fuck you. So, please, put your shoes on so we can go to the store before I start crying.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but a small smile plays on his lips as he slips into his shoes. They’re all-white Converse with the backs smashed in from how many times he’s walked around without entirely putting them on. Nearly all of Taehyung’s shoes look like that. Jungkook finds it rather ridiculous, but it’s somehow also endearing.

Much of what Taehyung does is endearing. For example, he lingers in the doorway with Jungkook’s car keys hooked around one of his fingers and his mini leather backpack slung over one shoulder, even though a box of condoms is small enough for Jungkook to carry in his hand. The flush on his face has lessened, and he runs his pretty fingers through his hair to flatten it down. Jungkook enjoys looking at him when he’s put together or ruined.

Outside, the air is thick with humidity from a hot summer rain earlier in the day. This frizzes Taehyung’s hair and dampens Jungkook’s upper lip with perspiration. The weather does nothing to calm the heat building in Jungkook’s groin.

Driving isn’t necessary when the closest 24-hour convenience store isn’t very far away, but Jungkook isn’t interested in getting sweatier than he already is from the short walk from Taehyung’s apartment complex to Jungkook’s parked car.

“Do you like me that much? That you’d go to the store in the middle of the night when it’s so gross outside just because you want to fuck me?”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook curiously, his head slightly cocked to the side and his hands in his back pockets.

Do you like me that much?

Their relationship is about more than just a good fuck, but Jungkook is afraid to say it, and Taehyung is afraid to directly ask. Instead, he skirts around the question, asking others that are parallel but never intersect the way they should if either man wants to be honest.

Instead of answering, Jungkook grabs the strap of Taehyung’s backpack to yank him into a bruising kiss that hopefully tells him everything Jungkook wants to say but can’t.

When they finally reach Jungkook’s car, he holds the door open for Taehyung like a proper gentleman because Taehyung is sweet and soft and deserves the gentlest side of Jungkook, even if Jungkook likes being a little mean when they fuck.

“AUX?” Taehyung asks, already twirling the cord between his fingers once Jungkook slides into the driver’s seat. When Jungkook gives him the okay, he chooses a playlist that Jungkook recognizes after two songs.

“Y'know, I’ve got a Pavlovian response to our sex playlist,” Jungkook comments. He briefly looks at Taehyung before returning his eyes to the relatively empty road as he drives.

“What happens to you?” Taehyung asks like he knows the answer already.

“My dick automatically gets hard.”

“No, it doesn’t!” Taehyung brings his hand up his mouth when he laughs, his lips brushing against the back of it.

“Yes, it does. Want to check if I’m lying?”

Taehyung scoffs, but it only takes a few seconds before he’s palming Jungkook’s thigh. He’s hesitant when he does it and slow once he slides his hand between Jungkook’s thighs to gently squeeze his hard cock.

Taehyung’s next exhale is audibly shaky, and Jungkook grins but doesn’t look away from the road again.

They’re silent the rest of the short drive, Jungkook thinking about Taehyung’s hand on his cock and Taehyung lost in thought while he watches the city lights through the window and nibbles his bottom lip. It’s cute how flustered Taehyung gets, even when he does it to himself.

The embarrassment even follows Taehyung into the store. He tries to avoid standing in the aisle where condoms and other sex-related products are, but Jungkook insists that he helps choose which brand to get.

“What kind do you like? These are the ones I get, but if you want something else, we can try it out,” Jungkook says with a tap of his finger on the box he usually buys – ultra-thin and extra sensitive because he likes feeling as much of Taehyung as he can.

Taehyung skeptically eyes the boxes. He picks up one that boasts a pleasurable texture of ribs and dots on the outside of the condom.

“Does it really make a difference?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose and takes the box from Taehyung to return it to the shelf.

“Everyone I’ve hooked up with has said textured condoms are too thick and don’t feel like anything, or they hurt.”

Taehyung looks away quickly, but Jungkook notices how his expression falls into something sad, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“Tae–”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to bore you by doing the things you’ve already done with everyone else,” Taehyung says curtly. He reaches for a seemingly random box and turns on his heel.

Groaning, Jungkook grabs a bottle of lube and his usual condom brand and follows Taehyung down the aisle.

“Tae.”

“Let’s just go.”

Grabbing Taehyung’s forearm, Jungkook tries to turn him around to face him, but Taehyung yanks his arm out of Jungkooks hold. He watches Taehyung claim one of the self-checkout registers. The force with which Taehyung jabs the touchscreen to select his payment once he scans the lube and two condom boxes is concerning for his index finger, as is how violently he shoves the items into his mini backpack.

“You should have let me pay for them,” Jungkook says quietly once he’s caught up with Taehyung, falling in line with him as they exit the store and walk toward the back of the parking lot. It’s late enough that only a handful of other cars are in the lot, most likely the employees’.

“Why? Do you buy condoms for everyone else?” Taehyung snaps as he squeezes the car door’s handle.

Frustrated with the sour turn their night has taken, Jungkook covers Taehyung’s hand on the handle with his own and crowds Taehyung against the side of the car. A ball of anxiety sinks to the pit of his stomach when Taehyung refuses to look him in the eyes, and Jungkook realizes he’s never considered what it would be like to no longer have Taehyung in his life. He has taken advantage of how dependable Taehyung is, knowing he’ll always be there when Jungkook needs him.

Eventually, people grow tired. Jungkook can see that weariness and wariness in Taehyung’s eyes.

“I bought condoms for everyone else,” Jungkook admits quietly. When Taehyung scoffs, he pushes on, “But I buy condoms for you.”

It’s a horrible way to tell a guy that he likes him, but Jungkook is the first to admit that he’s terrible at this shit. Swallowing a lump in his throat and rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants isn’t enough to calm himself down, but Taehyung’s glare hurts more than the anxious ache in his stomach.

“There isn’t an everyone else, Tae,” Jungkook’s nearly pleading as he tilts his head to follow Taehyung’s gaze when Taehyung tries to look away. “It’s only you. I swear on my life, it’s just you.”

“Really?” Taehyung’s eyes are narrowed, and skepticism taints his pretty features, but Jungkook sees the vulnerability hidden behind the hard exterior Taehyung is so accustomed to crafting.

“Yes,” Jungkook breathes as he leans forward to kiss Taehyung’s forehead. “You can, I don’t know, go through my phone. Read my texts and look at my photos. See that I deleted Grindr. Whatever proof you need.”

Taehyung is silent for a few seconds. Jungkook keeps his lips lightly pressed to his forehead and breathes in the comforting scent of his peppermint and eucalyptus shampoo. He clings to that and finds it grounding when Taehyung’s following words shake him to his core.

“I went on a date with someone,” Taehyung whispers and Jungkook feels his chest constrict. He tries to breathe slowly and lets his grip on Taehyung’s waist slacken slightly.

“How,” Jungkook pauses to clear his throat, “How did it go?”

He feels Taehyung shrug, but he keeps staring out into the empty parking lot.

“Pretty good. He was nice and really cute. We went to lunch and a new art exhibit and then hung out at his place.” Taehyung’s voice is steady as he talks, but there’s an implication behind admitting that he went to this other man’s home.

Jungkook feels like he’s suffocating.

“He wasn’t you, though,” Taehyung whispers as he leans back slightly to look Jungkook in the eyes. “He was nice, but we didn’t click, I guess. He wasn’t thoughtful like you are. His jokes weren’t as funny and his music taste was horrible. And… he didn’t touch me like you do.”

Jungkook bites at his lip piercing and tries to ignore the thunderous sound of his blood rushing to his head. He can’t stop the images that flood his head of some mystery man his imagination conjures for him, touching Taehyung, kissing Taehyung, fucking Taehyung.

That mystery man wouldn’t know that Taehyung can cum untouched but isn’t fully satisfied unless he cums again with external help. He wouldn’t know that he needs to hold Taehyung after because he gets emotional sometimes, especially after a hard fuck. He wouldn’t know that Taehyung worries about being enough and how important it is to affirm him during sex.

“You don’t need to look for what you need in someone else,” Jungkook murmurs as he runs his hands up and down Taehyung’s sides.

Taehyung leans in to whisper against the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, “I need you.”

The kiss Jungkook pulls Taehyung into is frantic and rougher than how Jungkook usually kisses him. He buries one hand in Taehyung’s silky hair and grabs Taehyung’s hip with the other, pushing him against the car so he can mold his body to Taehyung’s. He wants to feel every inch of Taehyung’s body on his, to know that he has all of Taehyung, just him and no one else.

Jungkook loves Taehyung.

He has known it for a long time, but he stamps the truth so deeply inside himself that sometimes he convinces himself that he’s forgotten. But then, in moments like this, when Jungkook is flinging the car door open and crawling over Taehyung’s body as they climb into the backseat, Jungkook is forced to acknowledge the swell of love he feels when Taehyung stares up at him with such a tender expression. Taehyung’s face disappears momentarily, obscured by his t-shirt when he pulls it off and tosses it onto the floor. He slips his hands beneath Jungkook’s shirt and runs his palms up his toned abdomen, stopping when he reaches his pecs to flick his thumbs over his nipples.

“Take this off, please,” Taehyung asks sweetly, and Jungkook is a goner.

The back of the car is cramped, and two grown men trying to maneuver on the narrow seat is more than what the space is made for. They make it work with Taehyung lying on his stomach, his jeans pulled down around his knees. He keeps his legs together so Jungkook can straddle his thighs, one of Jungkook’s legs slipping off the seat and forcing him to half-kneel, half-stand. It’s an awkward position, but Taehyung seems comfortable with their shirts balled up under his lower stomach to lift his hips and his crossed beneath his head, and that’s all Jungkook really cares about.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whines when he pulls out the random box of condoms from Taehyung’s backpack. “You bought the fucking fire and ice ones. These things will genuinely light my dick on fire.”

Taehyung snorts and turns his head to the side to get a better look at Jungkook.

“I don’t know. I just grabbed it because the colors on the box were pretty.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook tosses the box onto the floor and pulls out his preferred brand, tried and true. Setting it to the side, he opens the new bottle of lube and squirts some onto his fingers.

Jungkook assumes the fit will be tight due to Taehyung’s position since his legs are pushed together, but Jungkook is patient. He holds Taehyung open with one hand and rubs his lubed-up fingers against his rim.

Taehyung groans into the crook of his elbow and squirms from the cold lube, but he can’t move with Jungkook’s body weight on him.

“Stay still,” Jungkook murmurs with a light squeeze of Taehyung’s cheek.

The satisfaction of getting a reaction out of Taehyung dissolves when Jungkook easily slips his finger past his rim. With a shaky breath, Jungkook pulls out and adds another finger without resistance.

Taehyung never said when he went on the date, but he’s stretched enough that Jungkook massages his prostate with three fingers after only minimal stretching. He spends some time tapping and swirling his fingertips around his walls until Taehyung tries pushing against Jungkook’s fingers.

“Jungkook, please,” Taehyung whimpers, and something snaps inside Jungkook.

“Jagiya,” Jungkook rarely uses the pet name, but he knows it makes Taehyung quiver when he does. “Say my name again, jagi.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung moans when Jungkook speeds up his fingers.

The sound of his palm smacking against Taehyung’s asscheek and the squelch of lube harmonizes with Taehyung’s breathy chant of Jungkook’s name. He leans forward until his chest is pressed against Taehyung’s back, and his teeth can graze against the curve of Taehyung’s ear.

“You said he didn’t touch you like I do,” Jungkook repeats and lets out a slight hum when Taehyung nods. “Tell me what you like about how I touch you.”

When Jungkook pulls away, he leaves kisses across Taehyung’s shoulders and down his spine.

“You touch me like I’m special,” Taehyung says softly, his statement punctuated by a quiet whimper when Jungkook pulls his fingers out of him.

“What else?” Jungkook asks before tearing a condom package with his teeth.

“You’re gentle, and you actually care about how I feel. I can trust you,” Taehyung’s voice cracks when Jungkook spreads his cheeks to finally sink his cock into him in one slow but smooth thrust.

Planting one hand on the seat beside Taehyung’s waist and grabbing Taehyung’s waist with the other to press him into the seat, Jungkook leans forward and grinds his pelvis against Taehyung’s ass.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, “Am I too heavy on you?”

Taehyung shakes his head and reaches down to adjust his cock so it rubs against the seat at a comfortable angle every time Jungkook thrusts into him.

Despite being adequately stretched, the position makes Taehyung’s grip on Jungkook’s cock hot and tight. They’ve never fucked like this, with Jungkook straddling Taehyung’s thighs. Even though Jungkook can’t reach as deep as he likes to, the tight heat and softness of Taehyung’s ass, as well as the intimacy of having to hover over Taehyung, makes up for it.

“Feels really good,” Taehyung says softly, his eyes scrunched shut. “You’re right there.”

Jungkook knows what that means. He maintains the current angle of his hips when he thrusts into Taehyung again, the head of his cock hitting Taehyung’s prostate directly.

“Yes, fuck, Jungkook, stay there.”

Taehyung’s moans are pretty, so deep and airy that they seem to whisper a secret meant only for Jungkook. Jungkook should be the only one who gets to hear Taehyung like this. His heart yearns to call Taehyung his own, to be the person Taehyung can go to for support, to give him affection freely without feeling as though this is all just temporary.

It’s why the sex is so good, Jungkook thinks as he picks up the pace, fucking Taehyung just the way he likes it. The pace is hard and fast because Jungkook needs this. He needs to be as close to Taehyung as he possibly can and needs to mold himself until they become one, two halves making a whole. He needs to hear Taehyung moan his name when he’s on the verge of tears because Jungkook fucks into him relentlessly and latches his lips to every inch of bare skin to leave his mark so Jungkook can’t look at Taehyung without remembering that he yearns.

“Can you cum like this?” Jungkook leans down to murmur in Taehyung’s ear, drawing a string of expletives out of Taehyung that are moaned so quietly that Jungkook can hardly make them out.

“Y-Yeah, yeah.”

“Gonna cum on my cock, jagiya? Let me feel how good I am to you?”

Dirty talk embarrasses Taehyung, but Jungkook knows it turns him on anyway.

“I will, I will.”

Taehyung lifts his chin so Jungkook can kiss him. It’s sideways, and Taehyung keeps rocking up and down across the seat from each smack of Jungkook’s body against his, but it feels good to taste Taehyung while he’s inside of him.

Another thing Jungkook knows about Taehyung is that he likes to stretch out. It’s like he builds up tension inside of him, then curls into himself when he cums. It reminds Jungkook of a cat stretching after a long nap. Taehyung doesn’t have much room to do that in Jungkook’s car, but he reaches his arms above his head to grab the edge of the seat and hold himself in place as Jungkook fucks him.

Intertwining their fingers, Jungkook brings one of Taehyung’s arms behind him, bending it at the elbow so his hand rests at the small of his back. Jungkook keeps holding his hand, even when Taehyung starts squeezing it and digging his nails into his skin hard enough to hurt.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung gasps with one particularly hard thrust. “A little faster, please. I’m close.”

“God, you’re so cute, I love you so fucking much.”

The confession is so natural that it slips out without Jungkook even realizing it. The reality doesn’t sink in until he hears Taehyung moan, this time with a higher pitch and whinier, a sound Jungkook has never heard from him before. It sounds broken and desperate.

Surprisingly, Jungkook doesn’t feel the anxiety he thought he would when he considered eventually confessing. Perhaps because it is natural, something that should have happened so long ago.

Jungkook gives Taehyung what he wants, making sure not to hold him down too hard so he can move his hips to meet Jungkook’s thrusts, further stimulating his cock trapped between his body at the seat. It doesn’t matter that Jungkook’s seats are black. When Taehyung cums with a wet, sputtering sob as tears stream down his cheeks, Jungkook knows nothing matters except him making Taehyung feel good.

Pulling out, Jungkook rips the condom off and sits back on Taehyung’s thighs as he pumps his cock. His orgasm hits him so hard that he’s silent, only uttering a small groan when the last of his cum spurts on Taehyung’s ass.

“Shit,” Jungkook sighs, throwing his head back and taking a deep breath.

The car windows are so foggy that condensation drips down them, creating streaks that expose the city's lights around them. The air inside the car is muggy, smelling of sweat and cum. Jungkook may be weird, but he likes the smell of sex when it’s with Taehyung. Maybe he’s that pathetically whipped for Taehyung. If he is, he doesn’t care.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung calls hoarsely, lifting up the top half of his body so he’s resting on his elbows. “Can you clean me up?”

He’s shy when he asks, and Jungkook wonders if he’ll grow out of it. It wouldn’t matter to him, though. Jungkook loves Taehyung regardless of if he’s afraid to say cum or not.

In the front console is a disorganized stack of napkins Jungkook has collected from eating fast food far too many times. He grabs a handful of them to clean Taehyung up and is acutely aware of Taehyung watching his every move. It’s nerve-wracking because Jungkook knows what Taehyung is thinking about and thinks he knows what Taehyung will say. It will be exactly what Jungkook hopes for, yet he’s still scared.

The two men watch each other get dressed and exchange shy smiles when Jungkook smacks his head on the ceiling, and Taehyung accidentally crushes the box of fire and ice condoms. Jungkook feels like a teenager sneaking out of the house to hook up with his high school sweetheart, parked somewhere they shouldn’t be. He can’t believe he’s well into his twenties and just had sex in a grocery store parking lot.

“Do you only love me during sex? Or all the time?” Taehyung finally asks once he and the seat have been cleaned up as best as Jungkook can, and they both are fully clothed.

“All the time,” Jungkook confesses with Taehyung sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs and draping his arms over his shoulders.

“Did you say it because of my date?”

Jungkook runs his hands along Taehyung’s sides and takes his time to think about the question. It’s a valid one, but Jungkook doesn’t like the implications.

“I loved you before the date.” It’s an easy answer to give.

Taehyung runs his pretty fingers through Jungkook’s hair and kisses his forehead.

“I went on the date because I love you, and I thought you wouldn’t want to commit to being with me,” Taehyung presses his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and breathes him in, sweaty skin and all. “I fucked myself over, though. I left the date loving you more.”

Jungkook never planned for Taehyung to enter his life and completely turn it upside down, but as he holds the back of Taehyung’s head and wraps his arm around his waist to keep him against his chest, Jungkook’s thankful for the part of him that gave him permission to love.

Click here to join the 100 Drabble Challenge taglist.

@jooniesxbby @taegeum @chimmisbae @yoonminkookk @joonsmagicshop @shameless-army

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories.

All rights reserved © @gimmethatagustd - Do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my writing. Do not use my writing for any AI purposes whatsoever. Do not use my fics for anything aside from reading and commenting on them. My fics will only be posted on this Tumblr and on AO3 (gimmethatagustd & daddytaehyungie).

#taekook #taehyung x jungkook #bts smut #bts fluff #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #ut&es #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #100 drabble challenge

154 notes · View notes

anystalker707 · 10 months

Text

That guy from the local band

Pairing: Gerard x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 1 100 Genre: Smut / Drabble Summary: One thing leads to another after you talk with the singer of the local band. Kind of content: Dom-Sub dinamics / Biting / Oral / Overstim *Not proofread

Requested by @melavoris [Hey! I saw a reddit post saying they'd had sex with Gerard in like 2002(seen below) and i just think it'd be sooo cool fi (...)]

MASTERLIST

Gerard Way. The name rolled off your tongue in a whisper as you still processed what was happening. He really was just letting you undo his shirt’s buttons and touch all over him while you straddled his hips; he made sure to prop up on his elbows to watch you. Something about that shy look from under dark lashes made something stir in your lower stomach, which only intensified when you ran your nails down his chest and he whimpered.

Red lines were left behind on Gerard’s pale torso in a soft contrast. There was something about the submissiveness in his actions that just motivated you to keep going—which, actually, had gotten the two of you on your bed like that after a gig of his band, a local thing that was just starting. A long makeout session eventually escalated after you finally got a grasp of what Gerard’s little whimpers meant.

“Let me touch you?” He whispered, quietly. “Please.”

Resisting that question was fucking impossible.

It was a matter of time until your clothes were all on the ground and, before you could really do anything, Gerard bent down between your thighs, his breath hot over your pussy as he brought your thighs over his shoulders. Just the proximity was enough to make your pussy throb a little in anticipation, mouth going dry as you watched him observe you with such dark eyes that carried such a pleading hint.

You gave him a slow nod, which was enough for Gerard to start what he intended to do. His tongue, warm and wet, ran up your slit just right. It moved around experimentally, carefully measuring each spot and exploring exactly where he would get more reactions from you. His hands tightened around the sides of your thighs to hold them in place, fingers sinking into the skin just perfectly, grip warm and caring at the same time it is firm. His hands tightened once he settled down, using your thighs as leverage to press closer, the movements of his tongue becoming more assertive.

A shaky gasp escaped your lips, making you shift a little, trying to hold back from rolling your lips onto his tongue when he pressed it flat against your pussy, rolling against your clit and flicking. The way he did it snatched moans from you shamefully easily, making you arch your back against the mattress and fist the sheets, trying to ground yourself before how easily Gerard was already making your mind become fuzzy.

If just his tongue already did wonders like that... You couldn’t help but let out a louder moan when Gerard’s lips wrapped around your puffy clit, giving it all his attention as he lapped his tongue at it and around. Your hand immediately flew to his head as you rolled your hips against him, tugging a little onto the greasy strands until you suddenly pulled away.

“S—Sorry,” you whispered breathlessly, “I didn’t mean to—”

“More,” Gerard mumbled before he went back to sucking at your clit, and the way he moaned against you at the moment you tugged on your hair again just snatched a louder moan from you. Fuck.

You could feel your release peaking in the distance, approaching faster than usual with the way Gerard’s tongue worked so much against your clit. The suction he added to it, just—

A string of moans and incoherent words spilled from your lips as you reached your high, waves of pleasure running up your body and clashing down, leaving a throbbing sensation between your legs that slowly built into the overstimulation. Gerard didn’t stop there, now letting his tongue trace your entrance and poke in to lap into your insides, licking up the remainings of your orgasm, letting the mix of spit and cum run down your ass and pool down, making a mess, but it didn’t even fucking matter. You were too lost in how fucking good his mouth felt against you.

Wouldn’t he stop, though? You’d already come, but he kept going, doing even more this time, enough to send your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you tugged onto his hair to pull him even closer.

Gerard managed to get you somewhat spent before he pleasured himself with something other than rutting against the covers. He looked over at how you were sprawled on the mattress, biting on his lip. “Can I?”

You had to blink a couple of times to ground yourself to reality rather than the throbbing between your legs. Damn it. You didn’t even have the strength to adjust yourself on the bed, only nodding in response. “Yeah, go on,” you mumbled, letting out a quiet sound at the feeling of his cock pressing to your pussy.

Gerard’s cock slipped in so easily, but also felt so, so good. It made you let out higher pitched sounds with the overstimulation, immediately wrapping your arms around Gerard’s shoulders the moment he started moving.

Your breathing became shaky, nails sinking into Gerard’s shoulders as it was difficult to hold yourself back now with all the overstimulation—even holding back tears was hard, the sounds escaping your lips way too easily, higher pitched than usual.

“Harder,” he breathed once he felt your nails sinking into the skin. “Scratch it.”

It took your overwhelmed brain a couple of moments to process what he said, but you sank your nails into his back again, letting your nails sink into his back harder, which easily had Gerard’s hips snapping into yours with more force. Breathy words were muttered among whiny moans that came from him as he had his face right next to yours, gasping into your ear. Hell.

It was easy to drift your eyes to his neck, observe the flushed skin... Leaning in to bite onto Gerard’s neck was an automatic reaction, which had just the expected reaction. His hips snapped into yours at the same moment and he couldn’t help but start babbling for more again, groaning as his grip tightened around your thigh to keep fucking you until your next release hit you shamefully easily. It didn’t take long until Gerard ended up coming as well, pulling out before he could, letting the hot and sticky mess drip all over your torso.

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

#my chemical romance #gerard way #x reader #x female reader #afab reader #mcr #gerard x reader #oneshot #imagine #mcr x reader #mikey way #frank iero #ray toro #fan fic #fan fiction

137 notes · View notes

ohtobealady · 10 months

Note

Cobert and 'support' for the drabble challenge, please <3

Ah! Thank you, friend! This was a good word - but I’m feeling pretty limited by this 100 word cap! Ha! All the same, what a fun writing exercise.

-//-//-//-//-// — SUPPORT — //-//-//-//-//-

“Oh, please; don’t worry!” She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, Robert.”

But of course he knew her better than that.

Sitting in a treatment room, the light bouncing harshly off of each white-washed wall, Cora’s arm felt heavy and sore from the injection moments before. And now she had to wait for the next injection. And then the raw liver, again, if the experimental injections weren’t to work.

Her mouth watered, a precursor to vomit, and Cora closed her eyes. But then, his fingers grasped her own, and she knew. She could do anything with him here, holding her hand.

#100 words #cobert drabbles #I hope you like it!#thank you again!

21 notes · View notes

redacted-deviant · 1 month

Text

MINORS DNI I BLOCK ON SIGHT

Anyway!!

Writing sideblog. Mostly BSD. Because I have a hyperfixation.

Don't expect any kind of schedule or normalcy from me. The motivation comes and goes. If I tag something as a ship, it's meant as that ship.

I will accept requests, depending on my investment in said request. You can send them in via anon or message. If I won't write it for whatever reason, I'll let you know.

Problematique things below cut. Readers be warned.

I write about a lot of problematique topics, including but not limited to:

Grooming

Pedophilia

Parental incest (I don't normally do sibling incest)

Trafficking

Abusive relationships

Manipulation

Torture

Mutilation

Self harm

Drugging

Sexual assault

The list goes on. I'll try to CW anything that comes up, but if I miss one, just tell me. I forget things a lot.

My (BSD) Ships In... Relative Preference Order

Morizai

Fukumori

Suegiku

Odazai

Soukoku

Odango

Moriakuzai

Akuzai

Yosazai? Dazsano?? Idk, Yosano/Dazai

Pianolipp

Kousano

Odangozai

Morichuuzai

Morichuu

Fyozai

Kunizai

Fukufukumori

Things I Won't Write

Any ships with Kenji, Kyouka, Margaret, Nathaniel, or Tanizaki

Pregnancy

Inflation

Scat

Soft vore

Main Tag

[🍸Mori's Catalogue ] : The tag containing all of my own writing.

Common Tags

Inspiration: Random inspiration prompts.

Dialogue: Random inspiration prompts but with dialogue.

Drabble: My own writing. Exactly 100 words.

Oneshot: My own writing. Any standalone that isn't a drabble.

Colorfic: My own writing. A little experimental fic type of my making that I rather enjoy writing. Primarily differentiates characters (or other elements) through the use of color.

DNI

Lol I don't have one. Just minors. I don't care what your stances or your beliefs are or any shit like that. I'm here to write and I presume you're here to consume.

That's about it. Have fun, y'all.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #whump writing #proship #comship #darkship #bsd #bungou stray dogs

6 notes · View notes

bleeding-handprints · 1 year

Text

Day 3: Experimentation (Alt)

Trying to fill all Febuwhump prompts with exactly 100 word drabbles.

Warnings: Captivity, restraints, implied lab whump

He couldn’t remember how it was to not feel pain in every part of his body. To open his eyes and not be blinded by painfully white light, so much colder than the sun. To breathe freely, to feel the earth instead of the shackles he was restrained with, biting into his skin as he struggled against them. It was hopeless. The foreign material didn’t give in, and his limbs were cramping from the position they had been in for days already.

Perhaps it was better that he couldn’t raise his head, couldn’t see what they had done to him.

#whump #whump drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #mine #febuwhumpday3 #captivity cw #lab whump

15 notes · View notes

shurisneakers · 3 years

Text

harmless (v)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, ghosts, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, rats

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: why did i like this chapter sm someone explain. anyway!! y’all are so passionate about these two i love it mwah

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He dislikes the subway.

Other than his other valid reason to have disdain for trains, the subway is dark, it’s shady and he’s sure he’s seen rodents fight to the death here on several occasions.

Still, he’s following you down the stairs of the station, watching as you whistle along to the song blasting through your headphones. There’s a backpack swung over your shoulders, hands stuffed into the pocket of your hoodie and converse doing a skip every now and then. There’s a bandana that’s tied across your face, acting as a mask to hide your identity.

He realises that you’re dressed like a commuter. Were you going to dress the part every single time?

You walk along with the crowd. He follows, a few feet away.

Until you stop. He abruptly stops too, leading someone to walk right into him.

“Watch it, dumbass,” they hiss with the courage of someone who has no idea who he is. He ignores them.

He looks on as you dig around your backpack and pull out a roll of paper. A poster, he realises soon when you peel off a layer from the back and press it to the wall.

Was it legal to put up posters in the subway? He wasn’t quite sure.

He observes as you turn around and continue down the path. He waits a few seconds before trailing up to the poster.

Volunteers needed!

If you’re interested in being turned into a ghost for a couple of hours, this is your chance! Should be okay with being on camera so that we can make money off of taped paranormal sightings.

Paid opportunity. You get to pick your outfit. Randos don’t apply.

He yanks the poster of the wall before continuing down the same place you did.

He finds another poster along the way. He doesn’t hesitate in pulling it down. You were advocating to kill people.

He knows he’s going in the right direction because more posters creep up along the wall.

The both of you are on the platform by now but to him, something changes about the placement of the posters. They were growing in frequency, the distance between them decreasing as they were situated close to each other.

He pauses in front of the next one, hand hovering over the paper.

All it reads is ‘STOP’.

He furrows his eyebrow, pulling it down before peering over at the next one.

‘TAKING’, is all that it says.

It doesn’t take him very long to make his way through all the posters in the hallway.

‘THESE’

‘DOWN’

The train’s arrived by now but a quick scan over the crowd and he knows that you haven’t entered. That, and he knew that you were too dramatic to leave without a trace or a small conversation with him.

‘DICKHEAD’

Tasteful, he thinks.

“It took effort to make them, stop ruining it,” you whine from the end of the hallway. It’s empty, given that rush hour was over a while ago.

Even though the mask covers half your face, it’s obvious that there is mischief etched under it. The twinkle in your eye is telling.

“You’re literally killing people.” He holds up the poster. Not the ‘dickhead’ one. He pockets that for later.

He knows there are a few minutes before the next train arrives and more people flood the station. The eccentricity of today lay in the lighting from the incandescent lamps and acoustics of the platform. It made his voice echo like a movie scene.

“I very much am not,” you huff.

“You’re turning them into ghosts. That’s what a murderer does,” he says pointedly.

“Well, only if you keep saying it like that. You’re making me look bad.” You cross your arms across your chest. “What are you, Fox News?”

A scurry next to him earns his attention. Two rats nibble at a piece of fallen food. He wonders when they’ll starting brawling.

“Explain this.” He waves the poster around. He isn’t taking it too lightly he hopes. If it’s actual murder then it’s going to be an issue.

You pull out a black cylinder, slightly bigger than a pen. He can’t really see any more details, but you hold onto it like a wand.

“I’m turning them into ghosts. I’ll post videos of them doing stupid shit. I get famous and then boom, cash money.” You rub your index finger and thumb together. “I’ll give you a share if you volunteer.”

“You’re not explaining the death part.”

He can feel it. You’re about to start derailing.

“Winter Soldier, the ghost story. Literally.” You grin, yanking down the mask from your face to prove it. It pools around your neck. “That’s so funny, c’mon, it’d be amazing.”

It’s been years since he’s heard that. Never in this context.

“No,” he says sternly, “and I’m going to have to bring you in if you’re going to kill people.”

The rats were ignoring everything that was going down like the hardened criminals that they were. They had probably seen worse. He can’t stop paying attention to them.

“I’m not killing them, bro.” You raise your hands in exclamation. “I’m just moving some molecules around, some frequency shit. They’re alive, just ghosts.”

He’s always been one for science. Straight As throughout high school, attended science conventions as a hobby, alive even at 100 through some mad experimentation, definitely seen some weird shit during his lifetime.

But this doesn’t make sense.

“No,” he repeats. “Give me the thing.”

“Fine, I’ll show you.” You roll your eyes. “Since you have absolutely no faith in me.”

He does a quick review of his surroundings.

No one’s around, which is good.

But that just leaves him in front of you, which is bad.

“Don’t you even thin-” he starts, muscles tensing as he shifts into a defensive stance.

You whip out the little pen thing from beside you but before he can react you turn around and duck.

The click of a button releases a bright light, small but intensely stronger than the fluorescents in the station.

He reels back, feet carrying him away from where you’re crouched. His eyes quickly look down at his body.

Nothing’s changed.

He lifts his hand to check, runs it over his face. Still alive. He thinks.

“Behold,” you declare, “Ghost rat.”

He looks to where you’re pointing. The two rats from earlier were still nibbling on their food but something was off about them.

He could see the faint outline of the tiles on the wall behind them, almost like they were... translucent.

You aimed at the rats, not him. He doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or annoyed at the fake threat.

He watches as they move. They don’t look hurt or injured.

“Cool, huh?” you say smugly.

He can’t stop staring at them.

“Bring them back.”

“They’re fine, look how abstract it is.”

“Bring back the rats.” He can’t believe this is what his life has come to.

Bucky Barnes, Rodent Protector.

You aren’t fazed by his indifference, instead wonder filled eyes gaze at the animals. “Astral mice, sarge. Embrace the miracle of modern science.”

“You killed them.”

“They’re alive, they’re just ghosts.” You raise a finger to point. “Look, they’re still eating. Biological functions are still taking place.”

Which was true. But still. He doesn’t know what is going on.

“Bring them back to... non-ghost alive.”

“You sure you don’t want one? That one kinda looks like you.” One hardened glare after you realise the answer. “Jeez, alright then.”

You dig through your bag before pulling out a matte black replica of your current invention.

“Sexy colours, right?” You hold them up. “I modelled them after your arm.”

He looks down. Sure enough the gold and black matched his cybernetic limb. It was oddly flattering.

“Say thank you, Y/N, for letting me be your muse-”

“Un-ghost the rats.”

“Ungrateful,” you narrow your eyes at him.

Still, you comply with his demands, ducking down to their level again.

A click of the button, a bright light and the rats are back to normal. Non-transparent normal.

“Okay, give me that.” He takes a step towards you.

“Nuh uh.” You pull your arm back. His mouth twitches at your response; what are you, five?

The black one is stuffed back into your bag but you wave around the gold like a threat.

He sighs, making a pass for it. In a second his arm is twisted and shoved against his back, forcing him to spin so that he’s facing away from you. His eyes widen.

What the fuck?

“Now we’re having a good time,” you whisper into this ear.

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist to rotate his own out of your grip.

“Since when can you fight?” he asks.

“Are we getting to know each other now?” You raise your leg to give him a semi gentle kick in the side, using his momentary distraction in blocking it to give him a knock on the head with your free hand. “This is so romantic, sarge.”

There’s a low rumble in the distance and he knows the train would soon start pulling into the station. It was still a distance away, but his heightened senses warned him that it wouldn’t take much time.

He groans. How much longer would he have to go at this?

He could easily win this fight and he knew it. But something in him itched, pulled him back from doing it.

He blocks another attempt at his head. “Stop that.”

You grin. “You know what’d be fun?”

He knows you’d reply even if he didn’t encourage it. The lights from the train light up the tunnel around the corner.

“This.” You don’t give him a second to recover before you flick your wrist away from him.

The device flies out of your hand and right onto the track. The both of you watch, you in glee, he in horror, as the train runs right over it, unleashing the brightest light he had ever seen. His eyes shut instinctively before it blinds him.

He forces himself to pry open his eyelids, look at the damage caused.

The train, sure enough, is translucent. He can see the posters on the other side of the platform through the carriage, through various people holding onto the poles for support or seated on the seats.

“Ghost train!” you cheer. He’s mortified.

“Fuck no,” he mumbles, yanking the backpack off your shoulder. He rummages through it, looking for the gold version.

“You lookin’ for this?” you ask nonchalantly, holding it up in your hand like it isn’t the solution to stopping a bunch of ghosts from wandering around New York.

“Turn them back.” He gives you a chance.

“Do it yourself, coward.” You grin, holding it above your head. The train is going to stop and he needs everyone to be alive and non-ghost before they leave.

He doesn’t wait this time, instead turning to you. The thing is still held in your grip above your head. He rolls his eyes, doing a quick assessment before grabbing your free hand, tugging you closer and plucking the device out of your hand before you have the opportunity to retract it.

“Great, now figure out which button to press.” You’re dangerously close to him. He can feel your hoodie brush against his tactical jacket. “Also if you wanted to be all pressed up against me, you could have just asked.”

He furrows his eyebrows, letting go of you as you give a loud laugh. He looks down at the device. It has several buttons, littering up and down the side. Each look the same.

The train’s slowing down.

“They’re both the same device; this version is not a magical solution to the other one. If you press the wrong button then both of us are going to be fucked.”

The last carriage is getting closer.

“Say I win this round and I’ll fix it.”

There’s a gleam in your eye. He knew this was exactly what you wanted.

He wishes he was as stubborn as Steve, just run through each button until the right one worked.

“You win this one.” He hands it back. He wasn’t like Steve and judging by the number of items the idiot jumped out of planes without a parachute on a daily basis, Bucky was glad about it. At least Bucky did it sporadically.

“Yay, two each for the both of us, then,” you say, taking it from him and twisting, eyes running down the sides. “Close your eyes, old man, or else your cataract’s gonna get worse.”

Right as the train pulls to a stop, you press down on the button before throwing it and the blinding light that emanates from it. It lands on the top of the train right as the doors open.

The passengers start stepping out. Some of them are looking at their hands and legs in a little disbelief, most just push through the crowd to leave.

He can’t see through them. It’s a good sign.

He turns to look at you but you’re not there. Instead, the weight of the small device weighs down in his pocket.

The sound of a thud on glass draws his attention.

He looks up at the train. The window of the carriage in front of him has a bit of fog on it. You trace a heart in the condensation and blow him a kiss before pulling your mask back on.

The train starts moving, leaving him alone in the platform again with your invention.

He lets out an exhale, wandering outside to grab a sandwich before waiting to catch the next train to go home.

Later in the evening, he catches hold of a bit of tape and the ‘Dickhead’ poster finds a place on Sam’s door.

He doesn’t appreciate it.

So now it’s tucked away in the shelf of Bucky’s bedside table along with a freeze ray, a ghost-inator, and some discount Pym Particles.

Next part

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes angst #harmless fic #winter soldier x reader #Winter Soldier #bucky barnes #bucky

928 notes · View notes

starrygalaxy04 · 3 years

Text

The MLQC Boys and Squirting Headcannon+Drabble (NFSW)

Victor

At first, he didn't really think much of it

He's 100% a giver and wants to make you feel all the good feelings

He knew how to pull orgasms from you as well as he knew how to tie a tie, so there was no doubt you would have many

But what he didn't expect was for you to gush all over his face while he was nose-deep between your legs

He doesn't actively look to make you squirt after that, but it is a major turn on for him and if you do it once, there's a very good chance he'll get you to do it again

Victor laid hot, wet kisses down your stomach as he made his way in between your legs. He had made sure you were absolutely soaked before even letting a finger slip down there, gently making out with you as his fingers rubbed gentle, slow circles on your clit. It was enough contact to make you squirm, but it was too slow and not exactly firm enough to get you to the peak you wanted.

He hushed your whining with a kiss before slowly picking up the pace, bringing you to one of the many earth-shattering orgasms Victor consistently gave you when the two of you made love. He was nothing if not thorough, if you didn't like something he was quick to stop and move on to something else. And when you tugged at his wrist after your orgasm, a small whine leaving your lips, he got the hint.

Which is how he found himself nipping at your thighs, patiently waiting for any sign that you were ready for more. He didn't like to overstimulate you unless you were bouncing on his cock. Foreplay was very important, a necessity that was taken very seriously when you were under Victor Li.

Your fingers tangling in his black locks and tugging is what brought him back to the present, smirking as he trailed his kisses higher until his breath was ghosting over your clit, warmth radiating against his lips as his tongue flicked out of his mouth experimentally. The low moan that left your mouth and the insistent tugging against his scalp was all he needed before he had pressed his mouth against your folds. His tongue lapped languidly against you, occasionally venturing up to circle your clit before trailing back down, collecting more of your sweet-tasting slick on his tongue.

The sounds of him licking your folds began to fill the room the wetter you got, low moans leaving your lips as Victor groaned against your folds. Without warning, he slipped a finger inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls as he focused his attention more on your clit. Soon, a second finger joined the first, and the pads of his fingers found a spot that made your moans grow much louder.

He kept a slow, steady pace, sucking and licking your clit as you clenched on his fingers, heavenly moans leaving your lips as your grip on his hair tightened. Your hips bucked once, twice, and Victor used his free hand to pin your hips down, his deep purple eyes watching as your expression contort into one of pure ecstasy. He could tell you were close, and couldn't help but smile against your clit, his teeth gently rubbing against it as his fingers continued to move.

Before long, you were gasping, begging him not to stop. He obliged, sucking hard on your clit before your orgasm rocked through you. Your legs closed around his face, plush flesh pressed against his cheeks. He closed his eyes, prepared to diligently work you through it. But what he didn't expect was a gush of fluid to coat his face and splatter onto his neck. He paused for a brief moment, eyes wide, before he began massaging your thighs, waiting for you to come down.

When you finally released him, he slowly moved away, letting you take in the mess on the lower half of his face and around his prominent Adam's apple. His narrow purple eyes caught yours, adoration, love, and lust mixed together into one picture you wouldn't forget any time soon.

"I didn't know you could do that."

Lucien

This man is actively looking to make you squirt

He's into both overstimulation and edging, and he can read your body like a book

It was a matter of time

The first time he got you to do it, he made sure to forever engrave it in his memory

He loves to take pictures of you, innocent or naughty

He didn't think a simple picture would do that beauty justice, though

If you consented to it, he would definitely take a video of it for his personal enjoyment

It wasn't uncommon for Lucien to tie you to the bed with the light purple silk wrapped around your wrists and ankles. And it also wasn't uncommon for Lucien to hold a vibrator to your clit, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you until you were in tears, begging for him to stop. But it also wasn't uncommon for him to do the exact opposite, pulling away when you were just about to cum, making you whine and moan for hours until he finally let you cum.

Tonight was a more merciful night.

You had a hard day today, which meant Lucien wasn't going to be as hard on your body. You liked both sides of him, the ruthless hard dominant and the softer dominant that still held a guiding hand in every move you made in the bedroom.

Lucien sucked on your collarbone, leaving a hickey that would just barely be covered up by the clothing you would wear to work the next day. He had been teasing you for the past hour, his large hands roaming over the expanse of your body, squeezing, massaging, pinching, kissing, and licking everywhere except where you wanted him most. Hickies littered your upper thighs and hips along with some bite marks. Lucien had already made a mental note to take a picture of them later, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his right hand trailed lower. His middle finger made contact with your slit first, completely soaked. He trailed further down, his fingers coming in contact with a damp spot on the sheets.

A smile made its way onto Lucien's lips as a pleading moan left your lips, and he shushed you quietly, resting his head in the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He was still fully clothed, his lab coat and shirt rubbing against your heated skin as his hand trailed back up, coating itself in your slick.

"Just relax, little butterfly. I've got you."

Lucien gently kissed your shoulder before slipping his middle and ring finger inside your sopping, gummy walls. Your head tilted back and another smile graced Luciens lips as he pumped his fingers at a slow pace, making sure to rub that one spot that drove you wild.

"If you want more, all you have to do is ask, butterfly. Today is all about you." Lucien cooed in your ear, watching you squirm.

"More, please more," were the only words that left your lips before Lucien had obliged you, his fingers knuckle-deep inside you as he thrusted them at a moderate pace, listening to your moans and whines.

His thumb trailed over your clit, rubbing the nub gently as his fingers were getting coated in your juices. The sound of squelching could be heard only if you listened close. Lucien didn't want anyone else to hear the sounds your decadent pussy made within the walls of his apartment.

When your moans grew louder, his thumb rubbed more generously on your clit, his fingers pressing up against that one spot with more vigor. He pressed gentle kisses on your neck, praising you with gentle hums as he worked on getting you to an orgasm.

When your gummy walls began clenching on his fingers, he rubbed your clit just a slight bit faster, encouraging words leaving his lips without him even thinking.

"Cum for me, my butterfly. My beautiful, lovely butterfly. Let it go, I'm right here."

You came with a squeal, your walls clamping down on his fingers as he watched the clear liquid gush from your cunt. His pale eyes were locked on his wrist, his lab coat soaked from the ejaculate.

You were still coming down from your high as Lucien slipped his fingers out of you, removing your bindings so that you could move freely. He laid back down next to you, a smile on his face as he watched you roll over to face him.

"It seems like we have a new result to look forward to."

Kiro

Kiro, the poor baby, didn't even know what squirting was

He had just gotten back to the hotel from shooting a promo for his newest movie, but because he was in another country he couldn't release the pent-up horniness like he wanted to

So what was better at that moment than some phone sex?

He knew you had the day off, so he didn't hesitate to video call you after he had crashed in his bed

You answered immediately, and the rest was history

It takes him a while to get the gist of it, but thanks to his skilled fingers he finds all the right spots in no time

If you feel up to it, he will happily give you a squirt orgasm that will leave you boneless without his dick going inside of you

Kiro couldn't stand it anymore. He hadn't had you in his arms in a month, and it was really starting to take its toll. He had a boner at almost all times now, which was very inconvenient considering he had many shoots to do. So as soon as he got back to the apartment, the first thing he did was call you.

You had a day off, and were watching Netflix when he called. He had greeted you happily, and you two talked for a while before he brought up the real purpose of his call. Normally he had no issue about asking you to have sex with him, but his flaming red cheeks gave away a hint of embarassment. You agreed with a chuckle, assuring him that you missed him that way too.

Since you were on video call, he came up with the idea of a mutual masturbation on camera thing, and while you had gone to get some things he had pulled his pants and boxers down, sighing in relief as his achingly hard cock was finally released from the confines of his tight jeans.

But what he hadn't expected was for you to come back in lingerie with a weirdly shaped glass dildo and lube. His blue eyes watched in amazement as you smiled at him through the camera, pushing your laptop far enough away that he could see all of you slumped against the headboard of your bed.

You wore his favorite set, a bra and panty ensemble made of chains of golden beads, leaving little to the imagination. His cock twitched as he watched you pull aside your panty, running a finger along your folds tantalizingly as you stared directly into the camera, lust clouding your gaze.

Kiro let out a sigh as his hand gripped around his cock, fighting back the urge to lean his head back as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. You had moved to open the bottle of lube, pouring some of it over the dildo. He got a better look at it. It was narrow and curved, as if it were meant to stimulate a certain spot inside of you. He watched eagerly as you slid it in after spreading the lube around generously, mouth open into a perfect "o".

Slowly, you began moving the toy inside you, and Kiro stroked his cock at the same pace, the head flushed a bright red as he spread the pre cum leaking from it over his cock with his hand. You slowly began moving it faster inside you, and as you did Kiro's pace picked up as well. Before long, the both of you were panting, moaning messes, watching the other pleasure themselves through the screen.

Kiro's cheeks were flushed a deep red, sweat pouring from his brow as low groans left him, the rings on his finger a sharp, cold contrast to the warmth of his hand, which he was currently picturing as the soft, sopping warmth of your cunny.

A particularly loud groan left him, a sign that he was close, and you picked up the pace dramatically, knowing it was what he needed to push him over the edge. Kiro came with a loud groan, his cum coating his hand in thick spurts. As he came down from his high, he watched as your face contorted, and then you were cumming, clear liquid spraying from your cunny. Some of it landed on the camera, and Kiro felt his refractory period become non-existent as his cock hardened again.

Your body slumped against the pillows, your thighs closed tightly together, the toy lay forgotten next to you.

There was only one thought on Kiro's mind after that.

"How did you do that?"

Gavin

This man was a pure virgin baby, hadn't watched anything more than a couple creampie compilations in his free time

So he also knew nothing about squirting

He knew that the calluses on his hands felt pleasurable to you, especially when he was prepping you to take his cock

And while he couldn't quite get the spot you wanted him to get with his fingers, he certainly could with his cock

You had asked him many times if he was sure he hadn't had sex before because God sex with him was heavenly, but he vehemently denied it (it was the truth after all)

So when he was balls deep inside you, with those slow, deep, hard thrusts, he knew you were in ecstasy

But he didn't expect when you came for his dick to literally get forced out of your cunny as clear liquid gushed from it, coating his hips and thighs

He's been entranced with it ever since

If you're feeling up to it, you'll squirt at least once when you two have sex

Its how he knows he's making you feel good

Gavin's fingers slid out of your sopping cunny, moving to undo his belt as he kneeled in front of you. You were laid out on his bed, legs spread wide to accommodate him. He had just gotten back from a mission and with him uninjured, neither of you hesitated to jump each other's bones.

In your haste, you had completely ignored each other's shirts, instead immediately ripping down your shorts and underwear, Gavin apologizing with a deep blush on his face as he pulled you in for a kiss full of tongue and passion as he massaged your aching cunny. Then he slowly slid the first finger in. Prepping you for his cock always seemed like the most torturous teasing, especially when he had been away on missions long enough for him to have to prep you all over again. You'd much rather him be able to get you sopping wet, effortlessly slipping those two fingers inside of you, confirming you were ready for him.

But right now, the stretch wasn't something you were used to, and stung slightly as he had scissored the long, thick digits inside of you, hitting spots only your toys could reach. And even then, it wasn't near as good as what was happening now.

Gavin had pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to release his stiff cock, leaking pre cum as he stroked himself once, twice before pulling your hips towards him. He lined his thick cock up with your hole, coating his tip in your copious juices before his golden eyes met yours. His brunette bangs hung low in his face, his golden eyes smoldering as he waited for your confirmation. You nodded once, and he pushed in.

The stretch burned, but God did it feel good to have him inside you again. Gavin groaned, bottoming out inside of you, head thrown back as he tried to hold onto any self-control he had. He really wanted to rail you at that moment, but he knew if he didn't want to hurt you, you needed the adjustment period. Plus, staying still would keep him from cumming too quickly.

He kept still until your hips began moving, wanting him to move. Watching you grind on him gave him an idea. Without warning he pulled out then flipped the both of you over, holding your hips above his aching cock.

"How about you ride me tonight?" He asked, a smile on his face.

Without thinking you nodded, sliding his cock back inside you with a bit more ease this time. After finding a comfortable rhythm, you began bouncing on his cock, grinding on him in a way that made you see stars and made him audibly groan.

Gavin watched in awe as you worked yourself on him, using his body for your own pleasure. You looked beautiful in his eyes, the amazing warmth around his cock an added bonus as he watched your lips part, a series of low moans leaving you as you began to grind on him. He groaned as you clenched on him, and without warning he flipped the both of you back over, whispering a quiet "Sorry" before delivering a slow, hard, deep thrust in your cunny.

Your moans became exponentially louder, each thrust hitting every perfect spot. Your gummy walls drew his cock in further, and before long he was humping you like there was no tomorrow. Without warning you came, the squeeze forcing his cock out of your warmth as clear liquid gushed from you, coating his hips and cock as he watched your hole flutter and your clit throb.

At that point, he had forgotten entirely about his own orgasm as he watched you slump against the sheets, trying to catch your breath.

"Can you do that again?" Gavin breathed.

Shaw

Another one actively looking to make you squirt

He's got an advantage here- in small doses, he can use his Evol to stimulate you

He might pinch your nipple then give you a small shock, rub your clit and do the same, or even give you those delicious shocks while he has two fingers knuckle-deep in your cunny

With the massive sex appeal oozing from this man, it's not surprise he's got a high sex drive, meaning he's horny almost all the time

But when he got you to squirt, oh boy

He got even more addicted

He has a slight sadistic streak, and no matter what if you two are having sex he's going to make you squirt

Most of the time, it's going to be more than once, too

Shaw had already sent you over the edge twice just from rubbing and shocking your clit alone, and now he was going for a third. Your legs clenched in protest. He had given you no breaks from the moment your first orgasm hit until now, his fingers furiously rubbing on your clit as you pleaded with him to stop.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not stopping until you give me what I want," He cooed, a smirk on his face as his sweat-soaked lilac locks fell into his face. His golden eyes drank in your sweat-soaked and overstimulated form hungrily, an idea slowly forming in his head as his eyes trailed to your weeping cunny.

"In fact," He said, his smirk growing wider. "I'll help you out a little."

Before you could get anything else out, he had shoved his middle and ring finger of his other hand knuckle-deep in your cunny, probing and searching for that one spot he knew would give him what he wanted. And when your back arched, a tell-tale sign that he had found it, his pace became ruthless.

Squelching filled the room as he quickly thrust his fingers in and out of you, rhythmically shocking you as he did. Your moans quickly got louder, as well as your pleas for respite as another orgasm began brewing.

"I'll let you rest in a minute, darling," Shaw smiled at you, shocking you again. "You're close, aren't you? Such a filthy slut, getting off on a few shocks." He slapped your clit before going back to abusing the nub. "C'mon princess, cum for me. Make a mess all over."

And that was all it took for the band to snap. You came around his fingers, hard. The clear fluid Shaw had been searching for gushed from your cunny as you coated his fingers, which were thrusting at a slightly slower pace. He praised you throughout the orgasm, managing to pull just a little bit more of the fluid from your sore cunny before you slumped, boneless and in need of a nap.

Shaw slowed his pace down gradually until his fingers weren't moving at all, slowly pulling them out before licking up the copious amounts of fluid coating his hand.

"Good girl. You can rest, for now."

#mlqc kiro #mlqc victor #mlqc gavin #mlqc lucien #mlqc #mlqc shaw #mlqc kiro x reader #mlqc victor x reader #mlqc lucien x reader

298 notes · View notes

gallawitchxx · 2 years

Text

please indulge in some wedding night hubbies as a palette cleanser after some raucous days of face-sitting lol. also also also, check out this sweet s3 sleepover fic by @tellmegoodbye which beautifully encapsulates today's theme!

• • • • •

day 22: innocence for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

• • • • •

Ian’s threads his left hand into Mickey’s, and it feels as solid as the metal of their rings.

Mickey looks up at him with the same soft gaze he had at the altar. No doubts, no pain, just years of togetherness, stretching in both directions.

Ian sinks into his husband, and it feels like the first time.

God, he remembers when they finally fucked face to face, all blushing cheeks and slow kisses, after years of sweat and fast and kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.

Their lips meet, and it feels like forever.

At fucking last.

#soft husbands are the best husbands #more wedding night fics please #(how are we doing kids? are we kinked out?)#day 22 #catch up by clicking this tag ->#dirty drabbles #all drabbles all 100 words all experimental #no plans just fun 🖤👻#shameless #shameless fanfiction #gallavich kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

92 notes · View notes

thetpot · 2 years

Text

2021 year-end fic in review

thanks for the tag, @avatraang!

How many stories did you complete?

i finished 10 whole stories this year, holy bananas! granted, one of them was a collection of 100 word drabbles that i just gave up on halfway through, but the rest are ACTUAL STORIES 😳

What is your total word count for the year?

76,459 words on ao3 as of right now. but i have a 10,000 word chapter going up in the next week or two so it'll be closer to 86,000 before year's end.

What fandoms did you write in this year?

atla, all day, every day babeeey.

Did you write more, less, or roughly about what you expected?

omg, way more. a year ago, i just posted paper flowers for the hell of it. i couldn't have imagined how rewarding the process of writing it would be, and how many wonderful people i'd find in this fandom because of it.

What’s your own favorite story of this year?

oh man, it's honestly so hard to choose. i'm so immensely proud of every fic in my pocketful of stones series, but i think my favorite is still history etched out. like i go back and read it sometimes, and am like, damn, i can't believe i wrote this.

What is your most under appreciated story of the year?

stats-wise, it's sorrow—and wonder which is not surprising, but SPIRITUALLY, it's mountains of tenderness. imo, it's the second best fic in my oneshot series, but it didn't really land as heavy with readers. that's mostly because, for my zukaang readers, there's not really any zukaang in it since it's decidely a maiko fic. and for maiko readers, there's like 3 fics worth of zukaang content to read to capture the actual context for that fic. so i'm not salty about it, it makes sense overall.

What’s your most appreciated story of 2021?

dude, i went and checked my stats and i am still laughing about pocketful of stones having more kudos than after the flame, a pause. isn't it literally an inversion of ao3 logic for oneshots to have more kudos than multichapters?! but yes, people really liked pocketful of stones this year, and i loved it too! it was a very experimental fic for me at the time i wrote it, and it was mostly just a trust exercise with myself. but continuing the series has really forced me to extend myself as a writer and it's been an absolute joy.

Biggest fanfic related disappointment of 2021?

how few zukaang fics there are in this fandom! i should have stopped being surprised about this ages ago, but i've said it before and i'll say it again, the fact that zukaang isn't the most popular mlm ship in this fandom is eternally perplexing to me.

Biggest fanfic related surprise of 2021?

honestly, the fact that my oneshot series has occupied me since may 2021. i only ever wrote pocketful of stones as a oneshot, but the idea of exploring its consequences would not leave me alone. and five fics later, it's coming to an end this month woo hoo!

Something you are looking forward to working on in 2022?

writing a taang fic for @all-inmoderation, my beloved 🥺

tagging: @god-of-dust, @shifuaang, @the-cloud-whisperer

#zukaang #atla #my fanfic

9 notes · View notes

katareyoudrilling · 2 years

Text

Tumblr Writers Q&A

Thanks for tagging me @grogusmum! This is way more fun than what I am supposed to be doing...

I am very new to all of this, so I expect a lot of these answers to change!

1) How many complete fics/one-shots do you have that you have not published (yet)? None. I posted the last chapter of an OC story I wrote last year yesterday!

2) How many WIPS do you have right now? I think I have 3 -- Part 4 of Movies with Marcus, a new Marcus Pike one-shot, and a Javier Peña one-shot. I guess I also have the start of an OC multi-chapter work, but I’ve set that aside for now for fanfic.

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? The idea of requests scares me so much! The pressure! I am so impressed by everyone who takes requests. I would be open to hearing story suggestions, but no guarantee that I will use them.

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have? Don’t have any

5) How many fandoms do you write for? Just Pedro

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for? So I don’t know if this is a fandom, but the first “fanfic” I wrote (which was also the first fiction of any kind I ever wrote and before I knew fanfic was a thing) was in the fall of 2020 and was about Richard Ayoade. I wrote 3 one-shots that will never see the light of day (except one I repurposed as an OC) and then moved to original characters.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other? I started with original characters and just made the switch to reader inserts. I will admit that I see all reader inserts as original characters. I assume the reader is at least in part a reflection of the writer. I’m not bothered by descriptors that don’t match me. I can lose myself in any story.

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for? I wrote a role play script, which I suppose is kind of niche. I would do more of those if the right idea or material presented itself.

9) Do you read fics as well as write them? ABSOLUTELY!

10) What is your favorite genre to write for? Romance 100%. It’s the only genre I’ve ever felt compelled to write.

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)? I love them all - one bed, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, accidental dating, secret dating, pretend dating, sex workers with feelings (is that one?) - name a trope and I’m here for it.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write? Just having an idea that won’t let me go

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? There are many many tropes and genres I have read, but not written because I am so new to this. I guess I would say the sci-fi stuff (Mandalorian, Prospect). I don’t feel confident in those worlds, but I love reading them.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? Again, no requests here. If I want to write for a character, I’m going to do it whether you want me to or not!

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction? If you don’t count that very early experimentation before I even knew what fanfic was, a month!

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing? I discovered Tumblr in the fall of 2021 and started reading then. I joined Tumblr in January, started writing my own fanfic in March.

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well? Only Tumblr

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of "Drabble", "One shots" and "fics"? I read it explained that drabbles are less than 1k words. One-shots are more than 1k words and not multi-chapter. Fics are all. So I’m going with that.

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other? I’m not sure yet. I think I lean towards one-shots.

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? Nope

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr? The anon hate is baffling. I truly don’t understand why anyone thinks they get to say nasty things to people. I would love to get more engagement, but I’m just starting out. I try to focus on the fact that anyone at all is reading something I wrote because it is truly mind-blowing and that I’m doing this for fun!

22) Do you write a particular time of day? Not really. I have found Sunday afternoons to be a good time.

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence? I would prefer silence, but often I get the sounds of my family. I’m pretty good at tuning them out.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing? I haven’t outlined anything formally with the fanfic. If I was setting out to intentionally write something multi-chapter I would.

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? So far things are coming out as I write them because I get impatient and excited!

----------

Start a new post and tag me! No pressure tags: @thirsty-flygirl @whataperfectwasteoftime @just-here-for-the-moment and anybody else!

#tumblr writers #q&a

4 notes · View notes

thistlecatfics · 2 years

Text

Frankenfest February Round Up

I did NOT plan on writing so many fics and drabbles for all of these fests. (Sorry to all of my other writing commitments...)

Endless thank you’s to the fest moderators ( @kinkuary @hpshipuary @febuwhump ❤️) for offering me the opportunity to be experimental, recklessly creative, and unselfconscious in creating so many different kinds of short fics and drabbles this month. I’m going to try to carry this joyful and fearless energy to the rest of my writing too (and maybe starting writing more Narcissa because gosh is she fun.)

Short Fics (1-3k)

Creative Uses for Interior Design Charms for the Young Wizard, His Best Friend, and His Best Friend's Brother (1.2k, E, James Sirius/Albus Severus/Scorpius)

Sometimes apologies come in the form of double penetration.

Acting Out (2k, M, Molly/Narcissa)

Narcissa’s to-do list for the evening: -Drink enough champagne she forgets she ever had more than one sister. -Make someone cry. (Does not count if it’s herself.) -Be told she is the most beautiful woman at the party. (Preferably by multiple people.) -Have sex that would scandalise her parents. (If they would even pay attention.)

Narcissa’s Kindness (3k, M, Narcissa/Lily)

In order to protect Lily from the Death Eaters, Narcissa offers her a version of kindness.

Helpless (2k, E, Sirius/Narcissa)

At a party, Sirius is immobilised after being hit by one of his mother’s curses. Narcissa… helps.

Drabbles (100-500 words)

Angsty (Sometimes Sexy) Vibes-

Abandoned (100 words, Helga Hufflepuff/Salazar Slytherin)

School Discipline (200 words, Daphne/Theo, torture)

Dorcas’s Tattoos (200 words, Dorcas/Andromeda, MCD)

Impact (200 words, James/Regulus, MCD)

Wedding Invitation (100 words, Percy/Oliver, homophobia)

No Rescue (500 words, Bellatrix/Hermione/Narcissa, torture & sexual assault)

Bloodflows (500 words, Pansy/Daphne, DV not between P/D)

Delirium (500 words, Katie/Alicia, sex trafficking & addiction)

Fun (Sometimes Sexy) Vibes-

Vulnerability (200 words, Cho/Ginny, explicit consent)

Sculpture (100 words, Pansy/Millicent, daddy kink)

Beefcakes (100 words, Dudley/Greg, Olympics AU)

Dormitory Living (100 words, Fred/George/Oliver, face-sitting)

Pet (500 words, Fleur/Tonks, pet play)

A Happy Accident (350 words, Angelina/Fred, tentacles)

A Farewell Letter (500 words, Remus/Sirius, humor)

Height Difference (437 words, Remus/Sirius, absurdity)

#thistlecat fics #frankenfest feb

5 notes · View notes

casnextdoor · 3 years

Text

due to the worlds best beta, i give you my first smut fic. pt 2 to this drabble .

warning; reader is specifically a poc, sexual content MDNI, sex under the influence, mention of alcohol, pwp (sort of?? this is pt 2 so there is a plot. just not here), fingering (fem receiving), jimin sucks her clit but i dont really consider that oral, A pussy slap, praise sort of, jimin is soft dom asfuck, pretty vanilla cuz this is my first time writing smut.

word count; 1.3 k words

————————————

Jimin’s apartment building

Jimin’s fingers shook nervously as he fumbled with his apartment keys causing them to jingle. You’d wrapped your arms around his torso from behind, hands turned into sweater paws in Jimin’s notorious leather jacket.

You kissed the covered skin on his back, letting the five drinks finally take a hold of your rational thoughts and inhibitions.

“Hurry, Jiminy, I’m hot,” You stopped short for a second, letting out the cutest little giggle he’d ever heard.

“I do look good, don’t I?” You laugh cutely, leaning all your weight into his back. He chuckled over his shoulder at you, a wave of relief washing over him. You were still your normal self.

“Baby, get up for a sec, I need to unlock the door.” He hummed at you, huffing out a laugh when you groaned in annoyance.

When the door was unlocked and open, he pulled you to his side by your waist and led you to his room.

In your drunken state, something about Jimin’s room screamed sex. His room was draped from top to bottom in red and black. It smelled like him and it took everything in you not to pick up a pile of his clothes and form a nest out of it.

You’d been in his room before. You’d spent nights in his bed with him, just talking and binging episodes of criminal minds. But somehow, this moment felt more intimate. Fuck, is it hot in here.

Slipping off Jimin’s jacket, you flopped down onto his silk covered mattress, heaving out a sigh.

“Jimin. Why did you bring me here?” You sit up, eyeing him from across the room. He had unbuttoned his black shirt, exposing the white wife beater and the silver chain sitting pretty on his chest.

He looked up at you for a second. He couldn’t quite read you, which made him a bit anxious. You were like a children’s book for him most of the time. A quick and easy read. But after that kiss in the club, he hasn’t been able to get a real understanding of his or your emotions. He’s on edge, and the way you were currently looking at him wasn’t quite helping.

He glanced down at the boxer briefs and shirt he had pulled out of his drawer for you, avoiding your heated gaze. “You’re drunk, Y/n.” He said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

You threw your head back and let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head incredulously.

“Jimin. You and I both know I’m no lightweight. I’m a bit tipsy, yeah, but I know what I did. And I know what I want. Just tell me what it is.” You leaned back on your hands, dropping your cheek to your shoulder.

He stared at you for a moment. Trying to gather his thoughts. Weighing out the pros and the cons. There was just so much left unsaid. There was so much to lose. But he couldn’t deny, the way you were looking at him made him throw caution to the wind. Mm, Fuck it.

Before you knew it, you were drowning in Jimin. His lips were on yours and his hands running up and down the dips and curves of your body, committing it all to memory.

His lips were full and tasted like vanilla and rum. He licked at your bottom lip experimentally, still being cautious with you. You were quick to pick up on this, letting his tongue in your mouth with a welcoming hum.

His hands found the hem of the little black cocktail dress, tugging on it wordlessly, but it was all the action you needed. You pulled away from the kiss in favor of stripping the dress from your body.

To Jimin’s undeniable delight, your chest and legs was bare of anything but the metal bars with hearts at the ends going through your nipples. He was there when you’d gotten them on a late night adrenaline rush.

He took a step back, noting pridefully that you’d taken a step forward. He regarded your body with the utmost appreciation, enjoying the sight of your clean shaven legs and thick thighs that curved and dipped, leading him to the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Your bottom lips were wet, covered in your essence and his mouth watered at the sight. He’d find out if you taste as good as you look eventually.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Let me show you how beautiful you are.” He approached you slowly, eyes searching your face for any sort of hesitation, finding nothing but lust and what looked to be admiration.

He pushes you back lightly by your shoulder, dropping to his knees in front of your already spread thighs.

“Can I touch you baby?” He asked, running a hand up and down your calf, receiving a nod back, to his dismay.

“Words, baby. Use them.” He tsked at you disapprovingly, causing you to whimper and breathe out an airy ‘Yes’.

“Good girl. Now tell me, do you want my lips, my fingers or my dick? And be honest, pretty girl. I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me.” He whispered the word against the exposed skin of your thigh, biting down on the plush skin when he’d finished talking.

You didn’t even need to think. “Dick. I want your dick, baby. I wan’ it bad.” You whimpered out pathetically, pulling your legs up to your chest by the back of your calfs and thighs, leaving you completely exposed to him. He hummed in response, tracing shapes into your skin. “Okay. I still gotta give you my fingers though, pretty girl. Gotta prep you.” And before you could fully process what he’d said, a long ring clad finger was plunging into your weeping hole. His finger sunk into you all the way down to his knuckle, causing your essence to squelch and leak to accommodate the intrusion.

The wind was knocked out of your lungs as your back arched due to the unexpected fulfillment. He slipped his finger all the way out of you, circling your spasming hole before plunging back into you, this time two, deep, pulling a gasp out of your chest. Your head was so full and so empty at the same time as he worked his fingers. You hadn’t realized how close he was until you felt his hot breath on your neglected clit. You instinctively bucked your hips up, in search of his lips. Jimin was quick to jump into action, lips enclosing around your swollen bud, sucking harshly.

You’re ears were ringing as you screamed and babbled nonsense at him. Your hips were jerking and bucking, searching for reprieve from his lips. Jimin hummed against you, wrapping his free arm around one of your spread thighs to keep you in place before he unlatching his lips from you, simultaneously slowing his fingers down.

“Stop moving or I won’t let you finish.” Though you were sure the threat was empty, you stopped squirming. His fingers had slowed to long, deep strokes, sinking all the way down to the knuckles and pulling all the way out to the tips. Every time he sunk his fingers back in to your crying hole, he hit that sensitive little spongy part that had you seeing stars.

Your moaning and senseless babbling hadn’t quieted a bit, and Jimin could sit and listen to you all night.

Your stomach started to get tight and your pussy felt hot. Your brain was drowning in Jimin and all you could do is let him take you there.

“You’re about to cum, baby. Come on, cum for me like the good fucking girl you are.” Jimin’s breath was hot on your pussy, causing you to leak more into his black sheets.

Before long, your toes were going numb and curling and your body started to shake as the tightening knot in your stomach snapped. Your body shook like a leaf against the ministration from his fingers and lips. He let you buck and grind into him, riding out your orgasm.

Your walls spasmed around his fingers and your clit throbbed in his mouth. He’d had you right where he wanted you.

When you’d calmed back down, breathing semi-normally, he pulled his fingers from you before slapping your glistening pussy.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

———————————————

PHAT hugs and kissed for the baddest bitch @deepseavibez for being my beta for this . she is so fucking awesome and please, if you know what good for you , go read her newest hobi fic. its the shit🥰. any mistakes made are 100% on me for not proof reading after making corrections .

#bts x female reader #bts x poc!reader #jimin x poc!reader #jimin x female reader #jimin smut #bts smut #sort of #first time writing smut so bare with me

44 notes · View notes

stuckybingo · 3 years

Photo

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #3 (September 20th - 25th)

Don't forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

Watching over you by DarthBloodOrange Square filled: G3 - Birthmarks Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Sickfic, Pre-War, Mild Hurt/Comfort Summary: Bucky watches over a sick Steve. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

Pretty Doll by DarthBloodOrange Square filled: Adopted square Sept - Crossdressing Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Sexual Content, Swearing Major tags: Crossdressing, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes Summary: Steve dresses up for Bucky. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

ART: Higher, Further, Faster, Bucky! by LiquidLightz Square filled: B1 - AU: Mythical Creatures Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Winged Unicorn Bucky, Animal Transformation, Steve is Worthy Summary: Nomad Steve rides his beloved Bucky as they fly into battle... Format: Art

Subject Two-One-Four (Chapter 1) by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: N1 - AU: Medical setting Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/non-con, Graphic depictions of violence, dub-con, torture, medical experimentation, emotional abuse, physical abuse, psychological abuse Major tags: Hydra Trash Party, pre-serum Steve, pre-war, prostate stimulation, bondage Summary: Weeks after his best friend and lover left for war, Steve Rogers finds what he thinks is the answer to his prayers. A flier promises a medical miracle that will allow him to follow Bucky to Europe and fight by his side. All Steve has to do is agree to a few medical experiments. He soon finds out that he’s made a terrible mistake because the experiments are conducted by the pro-Nazi organization Hydra that’s infiltrated American shores. Even worse, the head doctor seems to be far too concerned with the effect of prostate stimulation on the body, both before and after the injection of Super Soldier Serum. All Steve wants is to follow Bucky into battle, but now he’s strapped to a table with a vibrator pulsing inside him. He never should have agreed to any of this, but the blame falls completely on Hydra masterminds Zola, Zemo, and Schmidt. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

down beside your red firelight by gutsforgarters Square filled: G2 - America's ass Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Top Bucky Barnes/Bottom Steve Rogers, PWP Summary: Steve yelps. “Jesus! What the hell was that for?” “Just taking a bite outta some American pie, sweetheart."" Steve makes a huffy, irritated noise. Bucky smirks. ""Hey. Think I should sing the National Anthem while I’m down here?” “Don’t you dare.” Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Not a random gym by Otp-holic Square filled: I2 - Super-strength Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: headcanon, manip, adjusting to the century Summary: What if Steve randomly choose the gym where he released super-strong frustration when he came back? Format: Headcanon + manip

City Boy by PottersPink Square filled: N3 - Free Square Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, throwing up, bugs, small spaces, Major tags: Canon-Divergence, Creepypasta, Rescue Mission, Open Ending Summary: Steve knows the feeling of being prey. Knows what it’s like to feel eyes on his back and know that if he turned around, he’d see boys bigger and stronger than him with gleams in their eyes and stones in their fists. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Crawl From the Potomac by PottersPink Square filled: O3 - Mythical Creatures Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Angel!Steve, Canon-Divergence, Project Insight Summary: The Winter Soldier crawls from the Potomac and into Steve's waiting arms. Format: Art

Creamy, Thick, and Frothy by call-me-kayyyyy Square filled: G3 - AU Coffee Shop Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: preserum steve, shrinkyclinks, coffee shop au Summary: Bucky: What the fuck is a latte? Steve: It's creamy, but thick and frothy, just what every man needs on a Sunday morning. --- Or Bucky tried to figure out why coffee is so expensive now and Steve doesn't miss a chance to flirt with a hot customer! Format: Art

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 3 #round up 3 #remember to fill out the submission form #weekly roundup

8 notes · View notes

a-lil-perspective · 3 years

Note

Stopping by with another song drabble request: Hunter (surprise surprise) + 3? :D Literally whatever you want for it, you never cease to amaze <3

[:’) Thank you so much.]

Also this is not 100-200 words oops.

Song: All Due Respect by Asking Alexandria

“I can fly, and you’re gonna fall face down while I inspire greatness...”

———

All Due Respect

Hunter never thought he would have anything to his name, certainly not anything tied to that cesspool. Yet there he was, summoned back to collect his team’s experimental material that had long since been outfitted and was simply taking up nonexistent space in one of Kamino’s vast storage compartments.

Not like Wrecker’s training armor would’ve fit any of the Regs, anyway.

Just a quick requisitions. In and out.

It was times like these he felt the invisible leash that tied him to this place pull stronger than ever.

With a sigh and a directive to follow one of the chief Scientists, Hunter had a sneaking suspicion he’d never fully sever himself from it. None of them would.

He traveled along familiar corridors, the elongated hallways heaving up memories; a nauseating swirl of good and bad ones. ‘Good’. Or as good as he made them out to be. He never would’ve survived otherwise.

Trailing behind, Hunter slowed as he passed an examiner’s door, the one used for experimental Clones. He practically lived in that room, for the first few months of his life especially. His blood ran cold as his eyes fell to the ‘Occupied’ sign on the door controls.

Hunter didn’t think the Longnecks even bothered with Experimentals after the Bad Batch left and the war pulled their attention to other matters.

He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he punched in a sequence with a practiced remembrance he didn’t think still resided in his mind—or worked—and stepped inside the now open room with the automatic door shutting promptly behind him. He should’ve cared about his absence being noticed, or similarly, his unauthorized presence being detected. But he didn’t; to either.

Hunter’s stomach churned as he found a lone cadet strapped supine to a table. The boy was alert, his eyes widening a fraction at the unexpected visitor before relaxing once confirming it wasn’t one of them there to assault him with another round of needles. Hunter figured he must’ve looked as strange to the cadet as the cadet did to him.

Hunter held up his hands in a placating manner as he strode over to his side. His build looked slightly smaller than that of the Regs, kind of like Tech. He had discolored patches of skin that, upon closer examination, Hunter remembered to be what was diagnosed as Vitiligo. During Hunter’s time as a cadet, he only remembered reading about one reported case—he and Tech were... very interested in other previously recorded mutations—and this one was rare. Hunter didn’t need any internal scans to determine the raging hormonal imbalance as well; having heightened senses proved on the daily to be both a blessing and a curse. Likewise, the cadet’s overproduction of sebum was most apparent through his slick, patchy hair. Hunter couldnt help but wonder what other apparatuses he possessed other than what revealed through that of his physical appearance.

Hunter smiled down in reassurance he wasn’t feeling. “What’s your name, cadet?”

The cadet eyed him in a mix of curiosity and wary, and then his shoulders slumped what best they could in the restraints. “I don’t have one,” he murmured.

Another Nameless. In Hunter’s experience, those were the ones that never seemed to last very long. Having no name was silent damnation.

“Well,” Hunter cleared his throat, glancing back at the door for good measure before returning with a glimmer in his eye. “I’m pretty good at picking names.” His gaze washed over the boy once more. Profile read-outs on the wall to his right caught his attention for a brief second.

EC-44: Congenital deformities, Abnormal influx of hormonal properties due to artificial specimen integration at premature stage. Dermatological complex and subpar physical stature, but showcases a progressive endurance and faculties with which the extension of has not yet been determined. Further commencing on the etiopatholgical level is required.

“How about Spades?”

Kid had resilience in spades, there was no doubt. Let the Longnecks suck on that.

“Spades...” the cadet tested it. A name that had nothing to do with his outward predicament but instead the parameters of his potential. The corner of his lip turned up in a sheepish smile, and Hunter could’ve gathered him up right then and there, heightened senses be damned.

He refrained from tearing off those abhorrent straps, wanting nothing more than to whisk the kid away, somewhere far away where he could decide his own fate before the Longnecks did it for him.

But he didn’t want him to pay the price for his fervent feelings in that moment.

He’d make it.

They both would.

“Sergeant Hunter.” The voice was clipped and all business-conducting. Hunter straightened just as the boy’s eyes widened to saucers at the issued ranking.

“Just brushing up on all the new advancements,” he mused with his back to her, eyes sweeping across the room. All these shiny objects to better poke and prod with. And somehow those bastards could still sleep at night. “Heard Kamino has upped its technical efficiency since my squad and I were here last.” He finally turned to the Kaminoan, no longer giving a damn about any disdain that shown through. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”

At least, Tech would.

“We are on an institutionalized schedule, so I must strongly encourage you to follow me in order to conduct your requisitions as quickly as possible. We do have a war to supply for,” she answered mechanically.

“Sure.” Hunter took a gamble and turned ‘round to the cadet a final time. “Keep your head up,” he whispered, willing all of his warmth to spill out.“Sergeant Spades sounds good on you.”

Someday you’ll even outrank me.

Hunter left the kid inspirited as he turned and exited the room, forcing away the gnawing dread that corroded his nerves the minute he was out of sight.

“Keep an eye on that one, Chief,” Hunter puffed out his chest slightly, and for the first time, took sweet leverage in his ranking. “That one’s gonna be a Commando.”

#Hunter with other diff cadets omg yes please #he wants to adopt them all #anyway hope you like #everyday I’m tempted more and more to dip into all my Bad Batch cadet stuff #also this song is one of my favs of all time #star wars #star wars ocs #OC_Spades #the bad batch #clone force 99 #sergeant hunter #hunter #my writing #drabble song #cptalpha-17 #asks #it’s a lil thing

49 notes · View notes