#and I don’t have an easy heavy smut thing rn??
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I know you just did a soft dom Chan but I personally am obsessed with soft dom Changbin. Just the care-giving-est praising-est most adoring dom. He's all big and strong and he uses it to make you feel tiny (even if you physically aren't) and safe and warm I just.....
get out of my head rn this is some of my favorite shit of ALL. TIME.
i’m on the daddy dom agenda today and you’re all coming along for the journey.
SMUT — MINORS DNI
Changbin thinks it’s endearing that you still get flustered when he looks at you. How you shy away when he grabs your hand in public. The little giggle you give any time he hugs you, squeezing and lifting you as he spins in a circle.
It would be impossible to pick his favorite thing about you because everything about you is his favorite. So, he tries to narrow it down depending on the moment. What has him so infatuated that he feels like he’s falling in love all over again?
Right now it’s your disheveled hair, coming out of the braids you put them in before bed. His worn out shirt, too many sizes too big on you, clinging to your body from the static of the bedsheets. The fist rubbing your eyes, the lips parted to release a big yawn.
Oh, you precious little thing. Groaning as you flip in the bed, rolling into his body and clinging to him by the side like a koala. Your ear rests just above his heart, the gentle thud like a lullaby. Easing your eyes shut once more.
“Sweetheart.” His voice is raspy, dry and cracking from sleep. “It’s time to get up—“
“No.” You bury your face in his bare chest, the heavy scent of his body soap soothing your fussy soul. “Don’t want.”
“I know.” Softly, he takes off the hair ties keeping your braids in, letting the hair fall free before he combs it with his fingers. “But we gotta.”
Changbin tries to sit up, to move so you have no choice. Though exhausted, you find the effort to roll on top of him. Pinning him down.
“No.”
As if you’ve forgotten his strength. It’s okay, it’s early; it takes his brain a minute to wake up too. Arms firmly wrapped around you, he stands up with ease, despite your whines of protest.
“Yes.”
He loves the cute way you put, eyebrows furrowed as you give your best glare up at him. It doesn’t stop him from putting the fluffy, pink headband on your, pushing the stray hairs out of your face. He lathers the face wash in his hands before massaging it on your cheeks.
“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” He teases, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him and get soap on the tip of it. As grumpy as you are, you don’t move a muscle. Sitting perfectly on the bathroom counter as he washes your face before his own.
It’s like this every morning. You on the counter, him standing in front of you. Helping you get ready for the day as he readies himself. Are you fully capable of doing it on your own? Of course, and if you wanted to, Changbin would back off. But doing things for you is his favorite way to show his love.
Why does baby have to do anything when daddy is here?
Once your face and teeth are clean, you follow him into the closet. Sitting on the ground as he picks your gym clothes, packs an extra outfit to change into after you’re done.
“I don’t really want to go today.” You say with a sigh when he places the matching pink set in front of you. “Can we skip?”
“We had a rest day yesterday.” He takes the sweats he slept in off, tossing them aside before he starts to look for his own clothes. “It’s an easy day today. Just cardio.”
Oh, how dramatic you must be feeling today. Sighing before laying on the plush carpet floor, arm slung over your eyes.
“Just cardio? Daddy, cardio is the worst—“
Changbin’s hunt for a gym fit is abandoned, laughing as he kneels over you. In your show, the shirt you’re wearing has hiked up, cotton panties peeking from underneath it. Light blue with clouds decorating the fabric.
“Oh, baby.” His hands wrap around your wrists, moving your arms from your face. “It must be so hard to be you.”
Though you try to hold your pout, he can see the smile cracking. Nodding up at him.
“If you go, I’ll give you a treat.”
Suddenly, you look serious. “What kind of treat?”
Changbin just smiles at you before squeezing your wrists, bringing them above your head and holding them there.
Oh, how precious you are with wide eyes, unable to meet his gaze. Suddenly aware of how close his hips are to your own, how you’re stuck beneath his body. The fussy, pouty little girl he’s dealt with all morning now too shy to look at him. Squirming under his hold, not because you want out. But because that fuzzy, warm feeling has started to bloom.
You mumble something, and he’s pretty sure he knows what you said. But where’s the fun is giving in?
“Speak up, baby.” Changbin says, moving your wrists to one hand so he can turn your head back towards him. “Daddy can’t hear you.”
You swallow dryly, batting your lashes up at him. “W-want it now.”
“Already?” He teases with a chuckle, thumb stroking just beneath your lower lip. “But we were up late last night playing, baby. Isn’t that enough?”
It’s quick, the movement of your head. The soft whimpers that vibrate on his thumb. “No. No, I want more-“
Changbin loves how insatiable you can get. How one look or little word can turn you into a whimpering, needy girl. So obsessed with his cock that it’s all you can think about, slowly going mad the longer it takes to get it.
He loves how badly you need him, because he needs you just as much. If not more.
Your little gasps are so precious, dainty hands clutching at his broad shoulders as his cock works it’s way inside you. What he lacks in length, which isn’t much, he makes up for in width. The stretch always a little painful, burning and making your legs snap close.
“Shh, baby.” He whispers when your eyes start to water, face scrunching in pain.
“O-ouch—“
“I know, princess. Daddy’s got you.”
He makes sure to hold you close to his body, thumb stroking your hip bone as he bottoms out. Letting your head roll back, a broken, tearful moan coming from your lips. Leaning down, he kisses your exposed neck softly.
“You’re doing such a good job.” He mumbles against your skin. “So proud of my baby.”
When your walls flutter around him, the praise making your dizzy, Changbin begins to rock his hips. Rolling in a motion to get you more comfortable, pain morphing into pleasure as your cunt starts to adjust to him.
“More?” You whine out.
As long as you are his, you’ll want for nothing. Happily, Changbin starts to properly fuck you. Head buried in your neck, kissing and biting the skin. Carefully sucking beneath your ear to feel you twitch, to mark what’s his.
“Fuck.” He groans beneath your ear, his own eyes fluttering a bit. While he’ll tease you for slipping from him, so overwhelmed by his cock that you lose all thoughts, he feels it too. Drunk on your cunt, consumed by the perfect feeling that takes over his body when he’s deep inside you. You don’t notice how his groan has shifted into a low whimper. “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”
You let out the most delight cry when he hits the best spot, twitching intensely in his hold. Clinging to him as the grip on your sanity is lost.
“I-is yours.” Your words are slurred, almost incoherent. “All daddy’s—“
“Aw, baby. You’re so sweet.” He grunts as he thrusts harder, lingering deep inside as the tears break from your eyes. “Always perfect for daddy.”
He loves the way your eyes seem to brighten when you look at him, as if all of the love in the world is held within them. It makes him feel fuzzy, heart hammering and giggles scratching at his throat. Dizzy with how lovesick you’ve made him.
Your little hands cup his face, holding it still so you can look at him. Every inch of him, every bump, scar, ridge. The stroke of your thumbs on the apples of his cheeks is so soft, as if you’re holding fragile glass.
“Daddy perfect.” You whisper, lips trembling as they form an earnest smile. Beaming at him brighter than any star in the sky.
Changbin can’t pick what he loves the most about you, but he really thinks it’s how much you love him.
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Do you have any tips/resources on writing smut? I've never really written it, but I need to include a little in a fic I'm writing rn and yours is very good.
Anon! Thank you so much, this is Extremely flattering ❤️ Honestly, my #1 rule to Writing Smut is that actually anything can be hot if a scene is written to be arousing. It's all about the setup.
Some things that work for me:
EMOTIONS. ime, smut scenes should cause some level of emotional response in the reader. It can be the POV character experiencing strong feelings and that coming through in the narration; it can be a taboo or hard kink that’s enough to guarantee some kind of reaction; it can be an emotionally cathartic scene or character study through sex. It doesn’t have to be a lot! But there has to be Something that makes the reader invested, a takeaway that you couldn’t get from a purely objective description or looking at a picture.
FLOW. You’re either trying to make the reader horny and/or you’re trying to make them interested in what the characters are doing and feeling. Lean into that when crafting a scene! I find that varying the length of sentences in a paragraph helps (building up to a crescendo) and so does the deliberate use of terminology to set up a specific mood (more descriptive euphemisms vs. crude slang as the POV gets more overwhelmed, alternating lush prose and crass descriptors to create some contrast.)
CHARACTER-APPROPIATE VERBIAGE. This is a big one! There are NO forbidden smut words, actually. I have read super hot smut that hinged on the repeated use of some deeply unsexy terms. It’s ALL about the narrative voice. Try to construct a scene that’s immersive, with a narrative voice that suits the characters and the story, and the type of vocabulary that suits the POV and setting. Ime, anything and everything can be sexy if the mood is right. Yes, even the word “penis.” YES even funky euphemisms.
PURPOSE AND PACING. Why is the scene there? Try to strike a good balance between descriptions, feelings, and words. If the characters stop mid-sex to talk, it’d be harder to get back into a sexy mood (why I’ve been stuck on this one WIP for months. RIP) On the other hand, sometimes it’s fine to skip moments / descriptions, or even end the scene mid-sex.
(This is especially important in chaptered fics, in my experience. Sometimes there’s a long elaborate build-up to a get together and then all the emotions fizzle out during The Sex Chapter, or a plot-heavy story, and then the story slows down to fit in 3 orgasms per character. It’s fine, often better, to just stick to one orgasm, make it extra hot, and skim over the others)
WRITE DRUNK EDIT SOBER or any variant thereof. Write in comic sans and edit in times new roman. Write horny edits in public. It’s really easy to overthink smut and in my opinion, it Really helps to fully commit to a shitty first draft—no quibbling over word choices or positions; just don’t look at the screen and bang out 500 words. (Ah-ah, bang.) Write on your phone if you want! Put it away for a while then edit.
SMUT IS NOT SEX ED. Realism matters less than feelings do. I don't need to know every detail unless it's relevant to the development of the scene. Unless it’s something glaring like someone is suddenly naked or used soap as lube, no one is going to nitpick how realistic it is to hold X position for Y minutes or how many spankings a human being can endure. The scene works narratively >>> the scene can be recreated by random non-athletes having sex. It’s fic! If someone is taking it as a Guide To Sex that’s not on you.
Other resources: This is a good essay directly from 2005 era livejournal. Some posts about vocabulary: on kissing, smut thesaurus, more words! (use with caution, don't take anything as a hard rule etc.)
Also I just think I'm funny:
GOOD LUCK WRITING IT LMK HOW IT GOES
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First of all I wanna say that I’m sorry for disappearing like that. Especially at the worst time too. I really did not expect so much to happen while I was gone. But that’s not an excuse though I promise. But yeah. Tumblr. Is very much being super annoying rn. I can understand the frustration because all the effort and time you put into something just for it to not work or backfire or fall short sucks. A lot. It hurts too. And it’s just overall exhausting, emotionally and in general. I didn’t even know tumblr could shadow ban you like what the heck. But honestly this might be a little bit of a good thing. Ao3 is super chill and has a bunch more options for writers in all aspects as compared to tumblr. Tumblr is becoming much like the new systems everywhere where the most liked content or the most popular content is uploaded first and what not. It’s really exhausting sorting all that out , I know, I’ve tried. But whatever you decide to do know that you have my full and complete support Belle!!! I honestly don’t where or when or how often you post fics I’ll be reading them as soon as I find them all the same. And even if you decided to take a break or go in a hiatus or just not write for a while I’d still be here you know? This is just me reminding you that you’re human too and yes I came for the fics but I’m staying for Belle. Let me know when you start posting/make your ao3 account so I can find it love. Take breaks!!! Drink water!!!! Eat somethings!!!! Rest love!!! I’m not the only anon that wants you to be happy and healthy and well-rested you know? How are you? Like how’re your days going? Is uni going well? How’s the gym? Reply when you can but only when you want to and feel like though okay? Take your time okay sweetheart? I’m not going anywhere anytime soon love ❤️❤️❤️.
- ✨ anon
Please don’t apologize cause you have nothing to be sorry for love, and it really isn’t that big of a deal tbh starry!♡
You had exams and those priorities come first.
It does make me sad that everything i worked for isn’t going so well, but at the same time I wanna look at it the positive way. Maybe it was a way of saying ‘Belle take a break.’ Or a way of saying that ‘You need to get off tumblr cause your content isn’t meant to be here.’ It does hurt when my work is not recognized cause all this is my own content. No one inspires me to write these. Just my ass pushing myself and my followers telling me that they like my work is what drives me to make these, and maybe cause I read them sometimes to comfort myself.
Me ranting under the cut and I'm gonna really different that what I normally do cause this is my uncut and unhinged opinion - which can probably make you dislike me as well
Honestly, this place isn’t cutting it for me anymore. Followers come easy but the number of likes I get speaks a lot about their support (most of them. Not all), you’re not gonna believe it, but when I wrote false south, I was sad to see the number of likes go up. Like sure, I wrote it for the sake of angst, but people just really like writings with a lot of sex here- not shaming anyone but it can’t be all about sex right? Not all works are smut, but like 98% of the top posts are. And my writing isn’t just about smut… it’s to do with capturing everything human. and being completely blunt about the system, i write smut to see how many likes it makes compared to my other works. It's a selling point to make more followers and likes than genuinely enjoying the experience of it. And I get bored of it very easily after some time which is why i write longer fics so that it can be the best of both. But now I have a pref for heavy plot, cause that's where most of my real writing lies. Erotica constantly gets boring and i don't want to write it all the time. (and sometimes you have to force yourself to do it just so you can keep up with other authors as well cause this is like a pressure field of writing tbh)
And cause of that my content is not meant for this space. And it was getting on my nerves to see that “writings” with "Twitter links". Like literally twitter links. Something that you’ve not even created on your own, gets more likes than an author who has put in effort into their writing and it really shows. It's one of the reasons I stopped reading fanfiction here. And another thing that bothers me are some of the other authors and readers who want to white-knight characters and impose drama and discourse along with hate. I'm much better off without that and I know the worth of my writing in comparison to that.
Not to mention, some of the characters are so... misinterpreted. Like first, we're writing for anime characters, second... most of them are japanese. And if you study about japanese culture or did more research, they're not very open to the idea of PDA. In europe and america, things are different with pda and people are more open. But in Japan? things are very different cause they don't show much pda. but then again. its fanfiction and anyone can write what they want cause its not published work and its a form of therapy to some while for someone else it offers a lot of comfort as well as expressing fantasies and wanting to do new things but not in reality.
Speaking for my work - My plots are heavy, thought through and that’s where the quality of writing kicks in. Works with quality on the other hand are difficult to find here. So yeah, I'm moving to ao3. I'd rather my content be seen and discovered late than being hidden. And besides, I'm not the only author to get shadow banned. There are many others who have gone through the same thing and they've taken to ao3.
And I'm really happy that you're staying for me, Starry and thank you for the support you're giving me. I honestly didn't think that people would wanna come back and talk to me on my blog (which is something i'm fine with as well) but I'm very surprised that some of you do want to interact 0)^^(0
And I'm really thankful for that. So thank you starry and everyone ♡
it means a lot to me.
i'm thinking abt a username to use so that I can start posting my works on ao3... i already have my account but I was thinking about starting a new one so that I can start over. and the first thing to be uploaded is ocean hues.
I'm doing great! Just tired and feeling blue a bit this week about my account being shadow banned but at the same time kinda relieved cause I'm moving out- sorta. Gym's going well too! I got shoulder cuts (i'm really happy with the progress).
You're really sweet yk that? ♡ *pulls cheek adoringly*
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slapping my hands back from writing a patpran venom AU until I finish more of the WIP pile but I’m being TESTED rn
#i just!!!!!! want patpran filth rn pls!!!!!!!#and I don’t have an easy heavy smut thing rn??#like ch6 is currently 2k of them making out and I still gotta write the smut part and bridge to the ending I already have written#and then the marathon smut fic is like. yay but the worst part of marathon smut is that it’s NEVER DONE o help#but venom au 👀 I could probably do 90% smut in just 2-3k…..#👀👀👀👀#but noooooooo I cannot start another fic!!!!!! not with the current wip pile!!!!!!!!#i have 3 gifts to finish before the end of this week!!!!#I GOTTA FOCUS#help#writing woes
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Could I request Heisenberg with a female s/o who's negatively pent up from anxiety and depression and feeling like they're not good enough for Karl but they always put on a brave face to not look weak? They just want to make him happy and proud maybe maybe when they're either fucking or just working, maybe he says an offhand comment that hits home, idk being called useless is a good one to feel like being stabbed. They love him but they've been hiding all their mental struggles and bottling it up be a use they always focused on him first? Mental health feels neglected rn and could use the hurt/comfort if you're okay with this! Up to you if you want to add smut or not, with or without is great
Of course, baby. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story. (CW: Hurt/Comfort, mentions of anxiety and depression. Sexual scenarios: Fingering, face riding, praising, general NSFW)
Living with Karl is a task that can be mentally taxing on anyone. For you, this wasn't an exception. There was no doubt in your mind that you loved him, but that dragged along a few issues with it. You loved him so much, that you constantly felt an unbearable pressure that pushed you to attempt to impress him out of fear that he may view you as inferior to him. Karl is without a doubt strong, insanely intelligent, passionate, and all around tremendously powerful. Often times you wondered why he even keeps you around.
You had grown very close with him over time. He never put a real title on your relationship, but you both knew that he loved you. He loved you enough to let you help out on his work. He assigned little tasks for you to do such as organizing his blueprints, creating blueprints, and organizing his tools. Each time you did something, he would reward you with praise. Sometimes the praise would be heart to heart while other times it may be skin to skin. While the praise he provided felt rewarding, you began to worry what may happen if your work wasn't good enough. What if you weren't good enough? What if he stopped finding you useful or attractive? These troubling thoughts had been torturing you recently. But, you kept it all bottled up, worried that he may view you as weak if he knew you were so afraid of failure. Whenever you would work on something, you would sit there for hours on end. Nothing could stop you until you were finished. You did this as a way to imitate Karl and his tireless work. Though, Karl does have powers that help keep his body from shutting down the way yours does. That didn't stop you from constantly pushing yourself overboard, though.
A knot grew larger and larger in your throat as you attempted to sketch out a new blueprint, slouching while sitting on your bed. He had asked you to work on it that morning and it was nearly midnight now. The lines were uneven, your hand writing was messy, and it was easy to see where you had erased and redrawn a lot of little details all over the paper. A single tear fell from your eye and onto the paper, causing a wet spot where the ink began to smear. You ignore your body and minds cry for help by quickly wiping your eyes and acting as if it didn't happen. Your hands were shaking as you applied more details, not being close to finish. Your eyes were twitching, fed up with staring down so harshly at the paper for so long. Suddenly, the door to the room opens.
You jump and face the door, realizing how cramped your neck was from your poor posture. Karl entered the room, obviously tired from a long days work. His eyes looked heavy and he was running his hands through his hair. "Still working on that blueprint, buttercup?", he asks as he walks towards you. You look back at the paper and realize how low quality it was, along with unfinished. You quickly hold the paper to your chest, attempting to block it from him. 'Um it's almost finished I swear! I just n-need to add a few more little details.", you assure him. He holds his hand out. "Let me see.", he raises an eyebrow and begins to wiggle his fingers. You attempt to swallow the knot in your throat as you shakily hand it over.
Your hands clutch each other tightly, digging what's left of your bitten nails into your skin. His eyes scan each inch of the paper and his eyebrows begin to furrow. "What.. is this?", he looks over to you. "What?", you're voice is shaky and cracking, but you attempt to cover it up by clearing your throat. "(Y/N)... you've been in here all day and THIS is all you could do? What have you been doing all day?", his voice began to grow into a semi-shout. It felt like thunder as it shook your body. You take a deep breath, attempting to toughen up to his words. "I really did try! I did exactly what you told me an-" he cuts you off before you can finish. "Really? You did exactly as I told you?! You said you could have this done by tonight and i trusted your judgement. But (Y/N) this shit is useless!"
He continues to fuss, but it was all silent to you. All you could hear was the echo of his voice saying that word. "Useless." The one thing you feared of becoming. The one thing you feared of creating. Your balled fists begin to shake. Your lip begins to quiver and your eyes grow cloudy.
"I'M SORRY!", you cry out before looking down at the floor, failing to control your tears as they fell to the floor. Suddenly, your eyes began to flood. Your stomach and heart felt like they were twisting and turning with guilt. He froze, unsure of how to handle this sudden outburst. "Was I too harsh?", he thought. "I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO BE GOOD ENOUGH. GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU! I'VE TRIED TO PERFECT YOUR WORK. I'VE TRIED TO LOOK MY BEST EVERY DAY! FOR YOU! I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU'VE TOLD ME TO!", your whole body shakes as you break down. "I never told you that you had to do any of that! What the hell have you been pushing yourself so hard for?", his tone was still stern, but he wasn't angry. He was very concerned, but had no idea how to express it. "I WANTED TO MAKE YOU PROUD!", you continue to cry.
The room was silent other than your quiet sobbing. He didn't know what to say. He had no clue that you had put so much pressure on yourself to impress him. He had no idea on why it mattered so much to you. And in that moment, something in him began to ache. He remembered being like that once. So dead set on making others proud of him no matter what it took. He had no clue what to say due to no one ever being there for him in his time of struggle, so instead he goes for a more physical approach.
He grabs you by the arm and pulls you to his body, holding you close. You bury your face in his chest to try and muffle your cries. He runs his hand through your hair, still confused as to why you pushed yourself so hard for him. "I just..", you sniffle. "I just wanted to be good enough.. for you...", you say as you try to stop crying. He lifted you up, carrying you bridal style to the bed. He crawled up and sat his back against a pillow, continuing to hold you close as you buried your face in his neck.
"Look at me.", he held your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger and waited for you to face him. You sniffle and pull your head up to meet him eye to eye. There was a new look in his eyes. Something unfamiliar to the both of you. Tenderness. "You are good enough. And I am so proud of you. Everyday you make me proud. Every time I look at you I'm proud.", he begins to wipe the tears from your face, struggling to find the right words to say. "Look. You don't need to overwork yourself. The fact that you stick around with me to begin with is enough for me." A small smile begins to grow on your face. The sight warms him and helps reassure him that he didn't say anything dumb.
Once you've seemed to calm down, he pulls you in for a kiss. It was warmer than usual. Softer than usual. And Karl isn't a man known for being soft or gentle. But this kiss was far from rough, but just as passionate. It was reassuring and safe. He pulls away and smiles at the sight of your now blushing face. "There's my pretty girl. Now, if you feel like it... since we're already on the bed.. I think I know a thing or two you can do if you still wanna feel useful.", he offers with a sly grin. You giggle and begin to straddle his lap. "Sounds good to me." you say as his hands start to wander around your hips.
"But, we're gonna be doing something different.", he says as his eyes scan every inch of your body. "What's that?", you go to unbuckle his belt but he grabs your wrist before you can continue. "Tonight's all about you. I wanna make you feel good.", he says. During every sexual situation you've had, you had focused on pleasing him first, not thinking about yourself and your own wants and desires. You don't object, so he moves his hands back to your hips and pulls you off of his body, effortlessly tossing you onto your back on the bed.
He then pins himself above you, towering over you. Your heart races at the new experience and your face glows more and more pink. His eyes meet yours and the sight alone is enough to start making your panties grow wet. He lowers his face down to your neck where he begins to place little kisses. Chills run through your body like ocean waves and you let out a quiet gasp as a kiss turns into a nibble. A hickey begins to form and he lets go, moving his mouth to your ear. "I want you to tell me what you want, buttercup." he whispers in your ear as one of his hands begins to wander across your body. It starts up near your breast where he fondles it gently, earning a lip bite from you. Then, he goes lower to your stomach where he scratches lightly at your skin. You squirm beneath his hand. He smiles and begins to kiss you once more before going even further, slipping his hands into your pants and cupping your vagina through your soaking panties. You gasp while your lips are still connected and he gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, pleased at the reaction he's gotten from you.
"Is this what you want?", he slips two of his fingers into your panties and finds your clit, rubbing it slowly. "Mhm", you whine and press yourself into him. "Goodgirl.", he moves from where he was and makes his way down to your pants. He unbottons them and begins to pull them off. He throws the pants across the room and crawls back towards you on the bed. He removes your shirt and your bra underneath, throwing them in the same direction of the pants. He lowers his head down to one of your hard nipples and wraps his mouth around it, caressing it with his tongue. This causes you to moan quietly and grip the sheets beneath you. Your nipple was already so tender, so the feeling of his tongue was powerful enough to make you squirm. He lowers his hand back into your panties, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your knees bend inward, trapping his hand between your legs. He chuckles with your nipple gently between his teeth. "Looks like you like this, huh?" You moan in response.
It didn't take long for you to feel a climax building inside you, coming closer and closer to exploding with each touch he inflicted onto your throbbing clit. Moans of all volumes filled the room as you got closer and closer. Then, right when you were about to cum, he stops. You groan in disappointment and look over at him. "I was just warming you up.", he smirks and lays on his back. "Come here.", he commands and pats on his chest, signaling for you to sit there. You do as he says and sit upon his chest. The second you sit down, His strong hands grip onto your hips and he begins to pull your body towards his face. He places you on top of his mouth. The next thing you know, your soaked pussy is being attacked by his tongue. You can't help but let a moan slip out between your lips as he closes is eyes, fully focused on bringing you maximum pleasure. He places each hand on each thigh, gripping them slightly all while his tongue swirls around your clit. You use one hand to grip the headboard of the bed and the other one to grip his hair, tangling your fingers in the grey strands. You grip harder as he sucks on your clit, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. He let loose a few muffled moans and groans, causing vibrations on your pulsing clit. "Oh fuck Karl!", you feel your body weight sink lower and lower as you melt into the pleasure of his tongue. You begin to grind your hips back and forth, riding out your orgasm. He doesn't mind at all and begins to work harder to finally push you to your limit. With a loud moan, you cum into his mouth.
As you catch your breath and shake on top of him, he grabs you once again and pushes you over onto the bed. His beard was shiny around his lips due to a mixture of your sweat and cum. He looks down at your flustered and flushed face, pleased with what he'd done. You noticed a large bulge protruding from his pants. "I want you.", you pant as you reach over, massaging the hard lump. He responds by stripping, too breathless to verbally respond. Once he's fully naked, he makes his way onto the bed. You take him by the shoulder and pull his face into yours, initiating a passionate make out session. Your tongues caressing one another as you both toss and turn, ending up with you straddling him.
You rub his already throbbing dick, preparing for its entry. It was quite large and veiny. The hair that led from his lower stomach to his pubic area glistened with precum. You position yourself and begin to sit on his dick, letting it slowly fit inside you. Your extra wetness helped lube it. Once it was completely in, Karl groaned, grabbing your ass in his calloused hands. "Fuck.. you're so good.", he encourages. You begin to slowly rise and fall, letting your pussy stretch to comfortably fit his girth. You both moaned quietly. Once you feel comfortable, you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to bounce on it, feeling each thick vein add texture. 'What a good girl..." Every time you made your way back down, you could feel the tip of his dick reach your special spot, making your knees feel weak. As overwhelming as it felt, you couldn't stop. You continued to bounce up and down on his dick as his fingers grip your ass for dear life. "You're doing so good.", he praises you and you thank him by clashing your lips together, sharing sloppy kisses as you both moan with each up and down motion. "Such a good girl.", he begins to squeeze your breast, causing you to squeal and pick up the pace. It felt amazing, but your legs grew weaker and weaker with each motion, and he could tell. You were panting as you fucked yourself senseless on his dick.
"Wait a sec.", he gently pats your ass to get you to stop. You stop and rest your sweaty forehead to his, legs shaking beneath you. You didn't want to stop, but you weren't sure how much longer you could continue. Your legs felt like they were on fire. 'Let me help you.", his hands glide up to your waist where he clutches your sides and begins to bounce you up and down, continuing the motion you could no longer do yourself. You kiss him and whine into his lips as he slams your body up and down, grunting harder each time. "Such a pretty girl.." he pants. "Riding my cock so good..", he begins to slam his hips into you, reaching a point inside you that he's never reached before. You throw your head back and moan, tears of pleasure and bliss begin to form in your eyes. You're both exhausted and so close to finishing. You're whole body felt like it was numb and on fire at the same time as your climax creeped closer and closer.
And with a few more strong pumps into you, you both cum. He lets loose of your sides and wraps his arms around your back, drenching in sweat. You collapse on top of him, unable to move any of your body. Karl places a few more sloppy kisses across your face, his facial hair tickling your skin. "Don't you ever.. ever believe you're not good enough. Got it?", he pressures. You're too exhausted to form words, so you simply nod your head, laying down on his chest. His heart beat was rapid but soothing. Soon enough, it lulled you to sleep. He soon followed, keeping his arms wrapped tight around you the entire time.
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Temptation Sings
Pairing: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Smut, fluff, senpai kink, p*rn watching, implied bisexual reader, excessive use of the word "babe" & some curse words
A/N: The senpai kink is sort of one-sided, but what kink isn't 💀 and the title is sort of based off a lyric from Super Freak by Rick James. Also, those are actual lines from a Hentai, but I fucking lost it half way through so I had to improvise. Anyway, this is over 3,000 words of straight dog water. Enjoy!
Synopsis: You ride Tanaka while watching hentai
"What kind of porn do you watch?"
"What?" Tanaka let out a quick bark of laughter before staring at you with wide eyes. His hand was frozen over the bowl of popcorn as he turned his full attention to you. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, yet, you've never had sex.
Sure, there had been some over the clothes stuff before. Some tops off heavy petting, some groping while making out, but it had never progressed past that. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Anytime you could find time to hang out alone, something would always interrupt you.
You weren't a virgin, but you didn't have much experience, so, naturally, you were more than a little nervous. And Tanaka, bless his soul, was pretty understanding. As long as you two could still make out and he could grab your ass, he seemed fine. But, he's still a teenage boy, no matter how respectful. He could only handle being blue balled so many times. And you wholeheartedly felt the same way.
This seemed like the best way to go about it. Establishing a common interest in what you both liked to get the ball rolling.
"Porn. I know you watch it, Ryuu. So...what kind?" You sat up on your side of the bed and leaned against the headboard, knowingly making him eye level with your breast. Nothing wrong with a little incentive.
"Okay, wow. You're serious. Um," he stuttered, eyes flickering over your chest and back to your eyes, before a blush settled flooded his cheeks, "You're just gonna laugh." He moved his gaze over to the movie playing on the laptop, avoiding eye contact. Was he embarrassed? He should know by now that you didn't judge.
You wouldn't be dating him if you did.
"I promise I won't laugh, baby. Look, I'll go first," you moved the bowl of popcorn off his lap and grabbed his hands to pull him up, "Pay attention."
"Wha–"
"There's Amateur, Lesbian," you ignored his questioning look and kept going, "Creampie, Fingering, Solo male and female, Public, and Taboo. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. You like any of that?"
He stared at you slack-jawed. Had you been too forward? You thought if you were honest about it, you both could be comfortable with each other. You watched in anticipation as he moved his gaze from you to the ceiling.
"Thank you, God," he whispered, almost on the verge of tears, "I must truly be blessed."
"Are you serious, Ryuu," you scoffed, hitting his arm to hide how relieved you really were, "You made me anxious for nothing!"
"That is so hot, babe," he grinned excitedly, moving to sit on his knees with his legs folded under him, "All that stuff sounds cool, and we're definitely gonna come back to that lesbian thing later, but I usually just watch...Hentai." He cleared his throat, scratching his cropped hair.
You pulled the laptop over to you and paused the movie playing. Pulling up the browser, you typed "Hentai" in the search bar, and hesitated for a second.
Hentai. Of course, it was hentai. You weren't surprised in the least that he got off to cartoon characters fucking. In fact, you expected it. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him. You briefly wondered what kind he watched before it hit you.
Oh, yeah, you thought, he'd like that.
"What are you doing, babe?" He questioned. You paid his nervous laughter no mind as you queued up the perfect video. You were a genius.
_
"Are you okay with this, Kasuri?"
"I've been telling you that it's okay!"
You watched as the small girl pushed the boy on the ground and climbed on his hips to straddle him backward. To your complete surprise, you were actually kind of invested in the plot. Sure, some of the lines made you cringe and the ethics behind the sister trying to fuck her brother were a bit iffy, but, somehow, it was keeping you entertained.
The less than spectacular writing didn't seem to be affecting Ryuu any. With how much he jerked off to this kind of stuff, you figured he was probably used to it.
"I want you to take it...take me Senpai."
You felt Tanaka stiffen up beside you before quickly relaxing. Well, more like you felt him force himself to relax. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he subtly, or as subtle as Tanaka could be, adjusted himself in his sweats.
He was trying very hard to hide how much the video was affecting him; however, you always found Tanaka easy to read. The furrow of his brows, the twitch of his muscles, the restless tapping of his fingers along his thigh—all of it was effortlessly understood like the words of a well-loved book.
He was holding himself back for some reason that you couldn't find the effort in yourself to figure out, but he wasn't the only one affected.
"You have to tell me what you like. You have to teach me, senpai."
There was that stiffening again.
You placed your hand high on his tense thigh, completely ignoring the eyes burning into the side of your face. Unlike Ryuu, you were a fantastic actor. You decided you would wait for him to fully relax, or be as relaxed as any teenage boy could be while watching porn before you would strike.
You waited for the moment his leg softened under your hand and oddly enough it was at the point in the video where they showed a very detailed shot of the boy coming inside of the girl. He probably thought it was ending soon. Little did he know you were going in for the kill.
You cuddled further under his arm before you looked up at him with imploring eyes.
"Do you wanna do that...with me, senpai?"
It was just like any other kink, you rationalized. It was on par with the guys who were into being called 'Daddy' or 'Sir' or some other title. It didn't do anything for you, but if your magnificent hunk of a boyfriend got turned on by being called senpai, you were more than happy to go along with it.
"Well?" You prompted when he said nothing and gawked at you like a test he didn't study for.
"What did you call—is this—are we actually about to—" His wide eyes switched between you and the computer screen before deciding you were far more entertaining.
Instead of answering his stammering, you rose to your knees to pull the sundress over your head. You unhooked your bra and threw it off the bed with no regard for where it landed. It was a shame it wasn't one of your cuter ones, but you doubted Ryuu cared.
Your hands paused on the waistband of your panties when you realized he was frozen beside you, eyes flickering over your body like he didn't know where he should look.
"Am I gonna be the only one naked?" You would have thought he was on the court with how fast he jumped off the bed.
You watched from his bed as he struggled to get out of his clothes. It was adorable how excited he was, but he wasn't the only one. You've been waiting nearly thirteen months for this and you were practically vibrating out of your skin.
You were content to watch him almost bust his ass as he tried to get his sweats off when you remembered something.
"We don't need a condom. I'm on birth control." You started birth control years ago to handle your irregular periods, but it also came with the added benefit of Ryuu being able to cream you like a Twinkie.
He stared at you for a second with a blank face before closing his eyes with his hands clasped together...almost like he was praying? You heard him whisper something suspiciously along the lines of him being blessed before he practically bounded up to you like a hyper puppy
Probably not the best analogy to be made in your current situation, but it was true! He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking his hands out like he always did before a match. You briefly wondered if he ever did this before. He never told you if he got this far with any of his exes and you never asked.
At that moment, you decided it didn't matter what he did before because you would be the best he ever had.
Your hands shot forward to pull his underwear down before pausing.
"Is... Is this okay?" You asked, hands hovering over his boxer briefs. For the first time during the entire affair, you were hesitant. What if you were pushing too fast? You hadn't exactly asked anything. You just gave out demands and he followed. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ended up pressuring him into this.
"I—," he stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes and for a split second, your heart stopped, "Are you kidding, babe? God, yes, it's okay!"
You honest to God giggled when you pulled him onto the bed with you and clamored onto his lap, like the stereotypical school girl. You calmed yourself down enough to just look at him. The way he gazed at you with a year's worth of pent-up desire made slick dampen the seat of your panties.
"You're just—you're beautiful. God, I love you so so much," the sincerity in his voice was amplified by the goofy grin he gazed up at you with and the blush on the apples of his tan cheeks, "you know that, right?"
One look at Ryuu and even a blind man could see how much he loved you. It was a good thing his feelings were mutual or it'd be pretty embarrassing.
"I love you too, idiot," your hand settled on the back of his close-cropped head to pull him into a kiss. And in typical Tanaka fashion, he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed like his only goal was to leave you as breathless as you made him. And he always succeeded.
"Now," you took a deep breath, "are you gonna fuck me, senpai?"
The groan he let out against your lips was more than enough of an answer for you.
You rushed to pull your panties off, thanking whoever was watching over you that it wasn't one with holes or bleach stains on it.
You reached to pull him out of his boxers, but he beat you to it. It gave you pause how he whipped it out like it was nothing to gawk at.
A little over half the length of your forearm, his dick was nothing to scoff at. He was the same width as your wrist with a thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.
Not the first dick you've seen but by far the biggest. Your heart rate picked up as you thought of the logistics of how he'd even fit inside you. You'd probably have trouble with just the tip.
You pulled the foreskin back to see precum already collecting at the angry red head. He jerked when you took the heavy weight of his dick into your hand and you could barely wrap your fingers around him. You didn't think he'd be so sensitive but you called yourself thankful for it. Easier to tease.
You rubbed his tip against the opening of your pussy and pulled away, strings of slick still connecting you. You repeated the action a few times before taking pity on your poor boyfriend. You used his quiet moans as motivation as you pushed his head past your tight hole.
You hissed at the unexpected stretch. The burn veering on the side of uncomfortable, but not painful. You couldn't tell if it was because of how long it had been since the last time you had sex with anyone or if it was because of the sheer size of him.
You decided it was the latter as you tried to take more of him.
"Here," you grabbed one of his thumbs and rubbed it over your clit in quick circles. The callused pad pleasurably rough against the slick covered bud. Luckily, he caught on quickly and kept up the pace as you tried to sink further down. The ache in your walls added to the pleasure on your clit.
You sighed once you finally reached the base. You hadn't expected this much effort would go into just taking him.
He was panting hard, eyes closed and struggling to hold still enough to let you adjust.
"Okay," you breathed, "okay." You slowly rose to your knees and peeked at his dick as it came out coated with your slick, before driving yourself back down with a moan. You settled your hands on his shoulders as you picked up a rhythm.
"You're such a badass, babe," he praised and you would have laughed if him shoving himself into you, thrust for thrust, didn't fuck a series of moans out of you.
You peppered quick kisses against his lips as you drove yourself up and down. You ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at it. He eagerly took the hint and opened his mouth to you. You swallowed his groans as your hand slid up to the front of his neck and squeezed, tongues pressing together in an openmouthed kiss.
When you pulled away, his eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, where his dick split you open, and your lidded eyes.
"I've dreamed of this for so long," you moaned as his hand resumed its motion on your sensitive clit. How he was able to piece together coherent sentences was beyond you, "Wanted you so bad, baby. So. Bad."
The headboard slammed into the wall as you sped up your pace. You were lucky you two were the only ones in the house.
"That's right, babe. Bounce on Senpai's dick. Fuck," he cursed, voice cracking when you swiveled your hips, "You like that, don't you? My pretty girl." You didn't want to admit it, but the senpai thing was really doing it for you. Not the actual word, but the sheer affect it had on him.
You can't say you were surprised by how talkative he was, his dirty words dripping over your overheating body like rich syrup. If you knew watching porn would lead to this, you would have done it ages ago.
His big hands used his grip on your ass to rock you back and forth at a faster pace. You relaxed your legs and let him take the lead, pulling his head towards your chest. The animated girl's moans on the computer combined with Tanaka's and created a harmony that pushed you closer to your release.
You moaned freely into his neck as the change of positions dragged your swollen clit over his pelvis with every buck of your hips. Sweaty bodies pushing and pulling against each other in a motion that was more grinding than riding.
Wet and sticky slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the meat of your ass meeting his wet thighs. Thighs made wet by your juices collecting at the base of his cock.
Your release bubbled low in your stomach, steadily being pushed higher with every one of Tanaka's sloppy thrusts. It pulled heavily from below your naval, expanding to the point where you felt like you could burst. You weren't a virgin—this wasn't your first time, but, God, it felt like it was. And it might as well be your first time with how sensitive he made you.
You were sweaty and you were sore and so, so completely overwhelmed. But your mind was wonderfully cloudy with the pleasurable haze of an incoming orgasm and it made it hard to care.
"You close, babe?" You whimpered out a weak yes as his lips trailed from your jawline down to your damp neck before sucking on the skin.
"Can feel you squeezing me. So damn tight." He panted against your heaving breasts.
You knew it was coming, but knowing and feeling were too different things. Your thighs burned with fatigue, but you couldn't stop. You were so close and the humid air blurred out everything that wasn't Ryuu's cock plunging against that spongy patch on your wall and you didn't want it to end.
He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you used him for your pleasure. Head thrown back and skin gleaming with sweat.
"Shit, I'm-" he grunted at the tightening grip your walls had on him, just begging him to cum, "Fuck, 'M not gonna last, babe." His hips twitched uncontrollably as he rammed into you.
The knot in your stomach built and built before suddenly loosening, your vision blanking completely. Not that you could tell with how far back your eyes rolled. Hands shooting forward to desperately cling onto him as you trembled. Nails digging into his tense biceps, a mantra of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shook as you rode yourself past the sensitivity.
And that's what does it for him, your impossibly tight heat clamping down on him. Tender balls pulled taut against his body as the white ring of cum coating his cock grew with every one of your thrusts down.
The only sound that escaped him was your name broken by his breathy moans.
Once you came back around, you're still dazed with cooling sweat gathering on both of your bodies. The air is still clammy and you were sore from your neck to your thighs but it didn't stop you from looping your arms around Ryuu's neck.
He gathered you into his warm chest, heavy arms locked around your waist.
"So," he huffed, "lesbian porn, huh?"
"Shut up, Ryuu."
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On the Run
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On the Run Part 27
Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Stalker ex, Scenes of abuse, Angst, Violence, Death
A/n: So so Sorry this has taken so long to update guys! However, managed to get some more done and hoping to finish it up soon. Got an ending in mind and can't wait to share with you all. Thanks so much for all your messages and everyone asking after the story, you've all contributed to getting this chapter out. Enjoy!
(PS if I've missed you off the taglist and you've asked pls blame COVID, my mind is running on dial up rn haha)
After you and Bishop got reacquainted, an eerie sort of calm had washed over you both. You found yourselves laid out on the floor, wrapped up in each other while you both stared up at the ceiling without a word. You knew you had to move, get back to the situation in hand, but it felt so much better to delay it, to pretend you didn’t have that psycho coming to town. To lay there in the darkening hours and enjoy each others presence for just a few moments longer.
Though, it was you that groaned and floundered, found your way up to a sitting position and started getting dressed properly again. It was you that wanted to sit up and gain some clarity again, return back to the task at hand so Bishop could get his mind on the task at hand. Bishop ran a hand through his hair and rose with you, groaning heavily as his back protested at the movement. You smirked as the thought crossed your head, he’s too old for this.
“You ok, old man?” You asked, laughing softly into the dim light.
“Can't even stop your teasing when we’re about to be in a firefight, huh?”
“I’m nothing if not consistent,” you mumbled, smiling guiltily toward him.
“Don’t,” he scolded.
“But I-”
“Just don’t,” he sighed. “I see that look on your face. Nevermind what’s going on. We’re gonna get through this and try to find our way back to some normality, yeah?”
He gave you a long, serious look from across the floor, one so filled with weight you couldn’t argue. His face was so heavy now, filled with worrying thoughts swirling over his brow. You reached out and rubbed gently from his temple and to his jaw, offering a consoling smile. He accepted your touch for a moment, bathing in the attention before he broke away. Reminding you that you couldn’t sit there all night and soothe his worries.
“I need to go see how everything’s going. I’m gonna join the others on the perimeter and go meet with a couple guys outside, see if we can get some help in all this…you’re gonna stay here right?”
You paused, nodding eventually as you considered him.
“Olivia’s coming soon right?”
“Yeah, Coco’s bringing her. We’re gonna keep you girls safe.”
Again you nodded. You hated the way he said it like that. You girls. As if there was nothing you could do to help out with the situation you’d created. He didn’t intend it like that, and you did everything to remind yourself of the fact, but it still stung. Self reliance wasn’t an easy thing to get past, you’d never needed anyone else before and now you were totally reliant on Bishop being able to fight off Joseph's men.
“Hey, don’t do that. Stop feeling like you’re the one bringing this down on us. You’re not. This is all on him and his twisted mind. He wants to fight for you that’s on him, but we’re gonna crush him. He wants a war, well he’s got one and he’s not gonna be the one to fuckin finish it.”
“I just- I…Just stay safe out there Bishop. Look after the guys,” you relented, sighing deeply.
“I always do, sweetheart. We’re gonna end this as a whole club,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours.
You kissed him once more, breathing in his essence, trying to draw in every scent, every taste from him. You tried to mould his being in your mind, terrified this could be the last time you saw him. You didn't want to think like that, but there was a tiny voice in the back of your mind that made you all too aware of the possibility. It relayed every scene you ever remembered of Joseph strolling in covered in blood and ruin. It made you gulp. Two titans clashing and it was all for you.
Finally Bishop broke away from you and left through the heavy doors, giving you a look back and a pained ‘I love you’ before he disappeared from view. The image of him walking out and the squeal of the heavy doors echoed endlessly in your mind, it deepened your breathing and pricked pinpoint spots into your eyes. The overwhelming urge to scream overtook you, but you didn’t give in. Instead you stayed on that spot, opened mouth and silently breathing out as tears rolled down your face.
How could this happen?
You stayed there frozen in your spot, not wanting to leave Templo. You didn’t want to have to face anyone, didn’t want to see anyone’s dissapointemnt. The way that Hank had scolded you still sent a chill down your whole body. you decided to put everyone in danger? His voice floated through you like a phantom. You knew he was right. Even if the others sat there in disagreement, he was right. The boys were only on your side because you had dirt on them, you thought bitterly. You were dragging them into your business
“Hey, you know you look like crap right?”
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the voice coming from the doorway. Olivia. She stood there in the threshold as if she were a vampire waiting to be invited in, smiling across the way at you as if she didn’t have a threat on her life. She looked casual as all hell dressed in sweats and a tank top, looking more ready for a sleepover than a shootout. It made you snort.
“I just got ‘we might both die soon’ sex. What are you wearing?” you said matter of factly, gesturing up and down at her outfit.
“Well, my best friend disappeared on me so I’ve been having kind of a tough time, yknow? So I haven’t been my best recently and then I was told I need to spend a night in this place,” she said waving her arms vaguely around with a wrinkled nose, “because of a psycho on the loose whose chased said best friend back into town. So I figured I might as well get comfy.”
You snorted again and shook your head. Poor Olivia dragged out from her evening just to come get holed up in the club under threat. Poor Olivia finding out you’d caused all this turmoil. You hated knowing that you were responsible for such a mess, that your actions had a ripple effect on everyone in town, it made you ashamed to even look at her. Though, she wouldn’t have it.
Olivia stormed right up to you and tugged you up by the arm, drawing a yelp from you as you looked up at her.
“What are you doing?” you groaned.
“You’re gonna get cleaned up then you’re gonna fill me in on everything properly. Coco told me bits and pieces but I could tell that wasn’t the full story so I want it all from you,” she said, yanking you with far more force than you thought capable.
“Olivia- dude yeah ok. Ok! I can walk on my own,” you grumbled.
“Good. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You owe me an explanation,” she said, looking smugly at you.
You yanked yourself away and sighed, standing on shaking legs. With a single look back to her hilariously steely expression, you found yourself rolling your eyes and marching toward the bathroom. So she was good at tough love, who knew? You closed the door on her watchful face and set about getting ready. You took your clothes off and used what little soap was to clean your body and make yourself a little less gross to sit and chat with your friend.
Before long you were with her at the bar, listening to the men milling about and lowly talking outside, watching their shadows dance from the windows and onto the floors. You watched them as you told her what had happened with Joseph, how you’d come to be on the run, giving the same basic story you had at Templo. She nodded and let you talk, only interjecting when she had questions, but other than that was silent, staring at you with eyes meant for watching an injured animal. After finishing you turned, expecting to see that same look, but that’s not what you saw.
Olivia’s eyes slitted and she tilted her head. You breathed in a sharp breath, waiting for whatever question it was that she was ultimately going to hit you with.
“That’s not the whole story, is it?”
“Olivia…”
“I know you. I know when you’re holding stuff back and I can see you’re doing it now. What is it?” She questioned, not letting up.
“Olivia I can’t- I can’t tell you everything.”
“Why not?”
“It’s fucking embarassing,” you mutter painfully.
“You killed for me, you’ve got me stuck up in a safe house because you’ve got a killer after you and you’re scared of being embarrassed in front of me?”
You gasped and looked dead into her eyes. Her features were schooled in an unimpressed look, this wasn’t the Olivia you were used to. She was determined for answers, she wanted to know exactly why she was dragged out in the middle of the night. She wanted everything, and you realised, you probably owed them to her, hell she wasn’t going to settle for less. She had shared so much of herself with you, had filled you in on Jerry and confided in you on a few sad drunken nights. If she could share all of her pain, why couldn’t you.
“So uh- my names not Sophia,” you sigh, defeated.
“What!?”
“Look, before you freak out, I’ve had to change my name in every city I’ve been to-”
“It’s a big freakin’ deal that I don’t know your real-”
“Dude, keep your voice down, not everybody knows,” you hissed.
Olivia’s eyes widened and she looked around conspiratorially until she settled back on you. You bit your lip and wondered to yourself if it was really a good idea to tell her your real name and reveal the rest of the story. You were so wrapped up in the short term you were only now thinking of what would happen if you survived this mess and half the Mayans and Olivia knew your secret identity while Bishop was walking around clueless.
“So like, what is it? Do I have to guess? Is it something weird?” Olivia asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“It’s Y/N,” you said without thinking, not wanting to face any of her guesses or any more questions on it.
Olivia pursed her lips and for a second nodded, taking it in, before giggling. You frowned watching as she settled against her seat and continued to laugh as if you’d just said the most hilarious joke. Well now you were really concerned.
“I’m sorry, its just all so weird. You’re my best friend and suddenly you have this secret identity and all, it just made me laugh,” she shrugged, still grinning madly. “Like it feels like you’re gonna reveal you’re superwoman next or something. Like this is a movie or something”
“I wish,” you retorted, standing up from your chair.
You knew you should probably try and remain as aware as you could, knew you should be ready to move at a moment's notice. However, the need for a drink burnt through your throat and into your mind. You needed a beer. You grabbed one for you and one for Olivia and sat back down, observing her as she shook her and stared into the middle distance, muttering your name to herself.
“So, why is it still all a secret? Does Bishop not want it compromised or something?” She asked, making you freeze as you brought the bottle to your lips.
“He doesn’t know…” you replied, taking a long swig.
“What?” she hissed. “Why not?”
“He’s kind of my dad’s childhood best friend and I may have decided to come to Santo Padre based on the old stories my parents told me and then things just got messy from there, I worked at the bar, I met Bishop, I met you, got fully involved with all the Mayans and now we’re fucking here and I hate myself and this huge mess I’ve made,” you ranted, barely taking a breath through any of it.
Olivia spat on her drink and you watched as droplets flew through the air. She wheezed and coughed a couple times until she drew her attention back to you and tilted her head.
“Your dad’s best friend!” she whisper yelled.
“Yeah…I don’t know if it makes it better or worse that he passed years ago.”
“Oh jesus woman. What the hell!”
“I know, I know alright! This is why I was fucking embarassed to tell you,” you grunted.
“Your dad’s childhood best friend…is that like a turn on for you?”She asked, wrinkling her nose.
“Absolutely not! I don’t think of him like that when I’m with him. To be honest I had every intention of avoiding him and then all of a sudden he was just being all charming and- and Bishop, it just overwhelmed me. The man’s difficult to say no to, alright? Just- Just do me a favour and don’t mention any of this to anyone else, ok?”
“Jesus…of course,” she sighed, taking a long gulp. “A therapist would have a field day with you, y’know.”
“Well if we survive this whole mess, you’ll have to recommend me one,” you said bitterly, drawing your head into your hands.
“Girl, if we survive this mess, I’m checking us both into a psych ward.”
“We can get matching gowns and adjoining rooms,” you snorted, finally peeking back up at her.
“Cheers to that,” she smirked, drawing her bottle up to you.
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After filling Olivia in on absolutely everything that had happened in the past week you’d found yourselves beginning to slump over at the table. A few of the guys had milled in and told you to get some rest and handed you some blankets, directing you to the couch in the corner. You both hated the thought of lying on it knowing exactly what went down on that couch at parties, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to argue your points. You were both exhausted.
Despite the worry that plagued your mind, you couldn't find it within yourself to stay awake. All of the stress had compounded in your body and soon you were drifting away with the solid weight of Olivia’s head on your shoulder. The steady beating of both your hearts combined and soon you were passed out against each other as Taza and Creeper watched over you, drinking a couple beers and lowly chatting amongst themselves.
Their voices drifted into your subconscious, the low vibrations gently invading your dreams and making you think of the meeting at Templo. Your head filled with visions of anger and then death as the meeting room shattered and exploded in a haze of violence. Flashes of Joseph filled your subconscious and soon you found yourself thrashing in your sleep, moaning out and pleading to stop.
“Hey! Sophia, stop, it's ok!”
Your eyes burst open with a flash and you panted, looking up at the source of the voice and seeing Taza above you with his hand outstretched to your shoulder. You took a shuddering deep breath and panted out, surveying the room and bringing yourself back into the real world.
Your nightmare seemed so real.
“Are you ok? You looked like you were having a bad nightmare,” Taza said quietly.
“Uh, yeah I’ll be alright,” you breathed, patting the hand that was still on your shoulder. “Thanks for waking me.”
“Can’t have you filling the room with bad omens now can we?” he smirked, withdrawing from you and turning back to his chair.
“Ha, I’m a walking bad omen, didn’t you figure that out already?” You said bitterly.
Taza and creeper shook their heads, looking over at you with sympathetic eyes.
“Just ‘cause you went out with some asshole doesn’t make you a bad omen. Hell, being able to put up with Bishop all day makes you more suspect,” Creeper joked.
You snorted and decided it wasn’t worth exposing more of your wallowing to the men. They clearly weren’t gonna have any of it. Besides you needed to keep yourself aware, you thought as you looked around. The night was beginning to wean into morning, feint light started to break in through the windows and suddenly you became all too aware you had no idea what was going on out there.
“Hey uh, did either of you hear from Danny?” you asked, looking over to where Olivia was still sleeping on the far end of the couch.
It surprised you that she was able to sleep through all the disturbance.
“Yeah, he said he’d be able to look out for himself. Stubborn old fucker said he’d hole up at the bar with his kid. Apparently there’s a bunch of regulars that stuck around too, all of em are packing,” Taza said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket.
You watched as he slowly put it to his lips and lit it, taking a long thoughtful draw as he looked on toward the dawning light. It didn’t surprise you that Danny was unwilling to come out to the club. In his mind he was probably more worried about something happening to the bar than something happening to his own life. You sighed. Stubborn old fucker was right. You could imagine all the men in there holed up like a war movie, it almost brought a smile to your face.
“And Bishop? Where’s he right now?”
“He’s circling the club house, keeping an eye out for any activity,” Creeper supplied.
You nodded, feeling a little easier knowing that Bishop wasn’t staying in one place. At least if he was constantly on the move he couldn’t get ambushed, you reasoned. He could find his way back to you again. You ran your hands through your dishevelled hair before standing up and walking to the bar once more, looking out for a bottle of water.
Just as you were about to bring it to your lips you heard the sound of gunshots in the distance and the bottle tumbled out of your hand. The water splashed against the ground with a thunk and drained all over the wood, darkening the floor below. Your heart raced and your entire body was tightening with thrumming energy, feeling like thunder was flowing through your veins. What was that?
Creeper and Taza got to their feet immediately, Taza lifting his phone to his ear while Creeper picked up a gun that had been resting by his chair at the table. You watched on with horror as he approached the door and cracked it, taking a tentative look through. He flew back seconds later as another shot rang out and splintered the wood.
“Shit! Get down!”
You scrambled to where Olivia was just springing up on the couch and dragged her off, taking her half asleep body toward the bar and getting yourself more cover. She looked over at your with wide eyes and suddenly all you could do was clutch each other and cry out as more shots came and buried themselves in the clubhouse walls.
You both screamed like children when the shots came through the murky windows, watching through teary eyes as light penetrated the room. It sliced through the murky clubhouse atmosphere above you and reflected onto the walls, threatening to bathe you in the dull blue glow. Both you and Olivia were panting wrecks, almost too panicked to hear Taza screaming down the phone and Creeper firing shots back out into the gloom from his hiding spot.
You couldn’t believe this was all real. Joseph really had made good on his promise.
You had no idea how many men were out there, but you knew it had to be a tight unit. Joseph wasn’t one for team working and he only had a very tight inner circle. You could only hope and pray that the Mayans could out number them and take them down. And as each bullet came raining down on the building, you could only pray harder and harder. Each thought was accentuated by bullets as they fired through the air with abandon.
“Olivia,” you cried, tears streaking hot down your face. “Olivia, I’m so sorry.”
She said nothing, just shook and cried in your arms. You stayed there on the floor listening to the carnage rain down for what had to be a few minutes longer before you heard the window just across from you shatter completely. You watched on horrified as a man came jumping through, gunning straight for Taza. Rage and murder written across all of his features.
For a second you were frozen stiff. You watched opened mouthed as the two men wrestled, completely frozen solid with icy cold fear. It washed through you and made your limbs shake, it rattled in your bones, beating through your skull. It honestly felt like you might pass out.
It was only when another man jumped through the broken frame that you found yourself ripped free from your fear. You jumped up as soon as you saw him advance toward you and grabbed the closest weapon you could find, a knife you used for slicing limes and sunk it right into his shoulder. The man gaped in surprise and growled, taking you down to the floor, smashing your body into the ground glass sprayed over the floor.
“Ahh, fuck!” you screamed, body lighting up with pain.
The man pressed you into the ground, landing a slap straight across your face. Just as his hand drew back for another one he collapsed to your side and you looked up in shocked horror to see Olivia standing there with tear stained cheeks clenching a smashed bottle neck in her hands. You only got a second to process what she did before you sprung into action again and grabbed the knife out of the mans shoulder and stuck it in his neck.
The man screamed, gurgling out his last breaths before going limp before you. The sound of the blood gushing out caused flashes of Jerry’s face to cross your mind. You couldn’t help but remember his far away glassy stare as you looked down at the man in front of you and screamed as the images wrenched through you. This couldn’t be happening again.
“Hey! We need to move, c’mon,” Olivia hissed from above you, wrenching you away.
She purposefully didn’t look at the body below you, keeping her gaze directed toward the pool table. She figured you’d both be safer over there, less broken glass.
You swore you could feel the man below you going cold, could feel his muscles slacken with death. Your head reeled with the thought and you found yourself rushing to your feet, letting yourself be dragged by Olivia below the pool table as you watched Creeper and Taza traversing the room and firing shots. They were alternating, looking over at you both as they tried to fend off more men flooding the room like something out of a zombie horror.
“Holy shit!”
You turned, looking back at Olivia as her eyes glared into your back. You frowned at her for a minute, wondering what she’d seen. Though it became apparent as you stopped a second to think about it, pain flooded through you all at once and you realised the glass had burrowed into your skin real badly. Your back was getting sticky with blood, you could feel it pooling in your shirt and running down your back like warm honey. It was nauseating, your throat filled with bile as you took in the feeling, the light headedness that threatened to turn to feinting.
All at once, just as Taza took down another man that had rushed through the window frame, everything became silent. You worried for a second that you’d lost your sense of hearing, eyes growing wide. You looked around, trying to figure out what was happening when you heard the sound of glass crunching and drawing closer to you. You flinched back, waiting for another attack, until Creeper pushed the pool table back and crouched down by you and Olivia looking you over.
“I think we got 'em all,” he said cautiously, looking around at all the bodies and wreckage as he said it.
“Are you sure?” you hiccuped, body becoming wracked with tears.
“Coco’s having a look around, but he’s saying we’re clear,” Taza said, motioning with his arm as he held his phone.
“Coco’s alright?” Olivia breathed, gazing over at Taza bleary eyed.
“Yeah, kiddo, he’s fine,” Taza sighed, finally starting to relax as no more shots rang out, only to jump into action again, running towards the door as someone said something over the phone. “Fuck!”
“What?” You breathed out, looking up at him with fearful eyes.
“No ones heard from Bishop.”
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if u havent pls go read loseyoutoloveme on ao3 ,, they mostly write jaehyun x reader and i know some ppl don’t like to read y/n fics but when i tell yall it is SO GOOD. all of their works are so beautifully written w well developed plots, well rounded characters, and they know how to make a bih CRY. i literally BAWL MY EYES OUT at every story. also there is no smut in any of their stories !!!
here are my top 3 stories!!
(btw when i say o/c i mean y/n lolol)
1. stitch your heart upon the blossom of mine
word count: 435k (38 chapters)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25393999/chapters/61579372
summary: takes place in a dystopian country where o/c is taken in by a high ranking government official and his family. every citizen of this region is given a seed that will only bloom if it is watered by that person’s soulmate (yes a soulmate au 👀).
ik it’s rlly long but IT IS SO WORTH THE READ !!!!! it’s dystopian and involves more violence than their other stories so if you enjoyed books like the hunger games and divergent (me in 7th grade) i think u’ll rlly like this one !! it doesn’t get too heavy into politics or make the layout of the world too confusing or complex so it is pretty easy to follow along. one thing i love about this author is how relatable she is able to make the main character and how easy it is to empathize with every single character, so even though o/c is a dystopian orphan princess you are still able to feel the pain she goes thru throughout the book. also the angst w her and jaehyun 😮💨😮💨😮💨
2. the umbrella against downpours of remembrance
word count: 98k (8 chapters)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30210003/chapters/74439444
summary: o/c is the widowed secretary of a hospital where her husband doyoung, a doctor, used to work. a new doctor and doyoung’s former best friend jaehyun begins to work in the same hospital.
THIS ONE IS SO SAD. i’m usually not one to read marriage fics bc sometimes they feel too cheesy for me but this story really captures marriage as 2 people living parallel lives like you can tell how strong the love and respect was b/t o/c and doyoung. this story talks about soulmates less in the physical sense like with Stitch but in a more realistic sense (?¿) like do you only have one soulmate in life and can you love someone else if you intended to only love one person forever ? PURE ANGST.
3. a melancholy weekend in december, or when the end of us wasn’t the end
word count: 462k words (ongoing as of 7/2021)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28947483/chapters/71029833
summary: o/c is a ballerina and jaehyun is a pianist. they meet when jh becomes the new pianist for o/c’s ballet studio, but they also attend the same high school where o/c is ‘popular’ and jh is a ‘nerd’. o/c comes from a similar background as jh and they build a strong friendship. the story follows their lives and relationships throughout young adulthood.
THE DRAMA THAT HAPPENS IN THIS FIC. 👀 U WILL NOT GET BORED. ok yall im actually rereading this one bc it’s my favorite rn and i cry every single chapter because the relationship b/t jh and o/c is so beautifully constructed and you can feel how much they rely and support each other. UGH ITS SO GOOD. the ‘popular girl nerd guy’ trope seems cliche but trust me their personalities are much more than that and they are only in high school for the first few chapters. i love love love how real this story feels and it truly feels like i’m reading about somebody’s life and how they cope with life’s unexpected twists and turns. highly recommend listening to lover by taylor swift while or after reading if you love to cry
btw these are not in any order/ranking !
AHHH MY SUMMARIES RLLY DO NOT DO THESE STORIES JUSTICE !! they are truly so well written and addicting because you get so immersed into the world and attached to the characters the author creates. i am absolutely obsessed and i could not recommend enough even if you are not a person who typically reads fanfic or au type stuff. trust me.
#jung jaehyun#jaehyun#jaehyun scenarios#jaehyun angst#jaehyun x oc#jaehyun x reader#jaehyun x y/n#jaehyun x you#jaehyun imagines#nct imagines#nct angst#nct scenarios#nct x y/n#nct 127#nct 127 scenarios#nct 127 imagines#angst with a happy ending
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hello sorry but this is goodbye from me on tumblr, explanation below , i love you all and i’m sorry but this is the best thing for me rn
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first of all, i’m very sorry to all of the people who will be disappointed by this. tgm has been my baby for a long time, but recently it feels like this giant overwhelming work that will never be done, and if i’m perfectly honest i’m pretty sick of writing heterosexual sex. i still love the characters, and i wish sorely that my excitement and motivation could have lasted until the end, but i need to acknowledge that i’ve set this up as a primarily yn x member smut endeavour and i’m just really,,, over it. one thing people have said about my story is that they appreciate the discussions of safety, consent, and kink exploration. i am really sad that i couldn’t continue to explore it with you, but at the end of the day sex education isn’t my job and if y’all haven’t learnt the importance of consent and research by this point what more can i do 🗿
right now, i’m in the process of arranging employment for myself for 2021. all going well, i’ll be an english teacher in korea. with a full time job (and i plan on studying korean while i’m there too) i won’t have any time to write and i also don’t want the kind of mental burden of having an ongoing work. so for a while i’ve toyed with the idea of going back to writing my oneshots. i miss writing things like upstream colour and boseong breakfast, as much as i love tgm i am really guttered that in order to do it, i had to stop writing these pieces that i adore. creating a gentle world for gentle characters is one of my favourite things about writing, and it’s been far too long.
but honestly if i do that, i don’t even think i’ll do it as honeymoonjin. i love my hmj url and the relationships i’ve made while being sora have been really special to me. that being said, there has been a lot going on behind the scenes and it’s reached to a point where i just kinda wanna log out and escape it all. maybe i’ll make a new blog and go back to the delightful freedom of being nobody, maybe i’ll just post on ao3 and leave behind tumblr entirely, i really don’t know.
but there has been a LOT happening that hasn’t really surfaced on tumblr. i have no interest in making this a callout post or spilling tea or sparking drama or anything because fuck that stuff is exhausting and pointless and i’ve learnt that the hard way.
but i think i owe you all a little transparency.
i’ve become very disillusioned with the author environment here on tumblr. i’ve been involved in and have observed countless awful situations involving nets and admins, i’ve seen a whole lot of people who are only admin so that they have power and authority over others, and because of some pretty awful circumstances i had to leave the net that i co-created, which for a long time was my favourite thing to work on.
beyond that, there have been so many authors that i’ve looked up to first as writers and then for some as friends, only to find out some pretty shocking truths in the long run. seeing those people mistreat my friends, emotionally manipulate my friends, often directly lie. me a year ago had no idea how many nasty people there are, and that’s a real shame, because there are some incredible and generous and talented and kind people here too. i have the honour of being close with some of them, and if it weren’t for their support i would’ve left long ago.
but it’s all these negative experiences that have made staying on tumblr - at least as honeymoonjin - a less than enjoyable experience. every day there’s more drama or friendships crumbling or lies exposed and even beyond that, there are certain names and urls that make me feel upset and nauseous even seeing. blocking them doesn’t do much when they’re getting recced every second day in my server (not ur fault ppl from the villa, i still appreciate you all x) but i just feel like,,,, what’s the point suffering unnecessarily?
i’m far too tired to try and name names and change things because i actually don’t think they ever will. i know who my friends are and i’ll keep close once i leave, but as far as i’m concerned it’s time for me to leave.
i want to thank you all for your support over this year and a half i’ve been writing. this has been a hugely enlightening experience in every way and i don’t have many regrets. i’m sorry that i didn’t get to clean up my loose ends but i just feel so unhappy here these days and that’s the sad truth.
it has nothing to do w my readers, i still am so grateful for you and love chatting with you, but i need a clean slate.
i love you all, and my heart is so heavy to say goodbye, but it’s time for me to be selfish and firmly put myself first.
stay safe and healthy, fight for your own happiness even if it doesn’t come easy, and take control of your experiences.
i have loved this and loved you all,
bye bye,
sora xxx
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yellow paint | part 8
“My babies!” you squealed, bending down to pet the cats as they sauntered over. Dori wasn’t as small as he was when Minho first rescued him, but he was your baby nonetheless.
Soonie wrapped herself around Minho’s legs, seeking attention like she wasn’t just given some maybe an hour ago or more. He bent down and picked her up, stroking her head gently as he watched you play with Dori.
“Doongie!” He yelled, moving to roam around the house in search for the sulky cat, “Your mom is here!”
Soonie jumped from his embrace, shuffling over to the food bowl instead. He turned to see you walking toward him with Dori in your arms, purring up a storm. He smiled and pat Dori’s back softly, leaning in to peck the top of his head with a small, “Aigoo.”
You chuckled and moved to set Dori down, “You sound like an old man when you do that shit.”
He suddenly latched onto you, causing a groan to leave your lips, “Ah get off! You’re going to make me fall!”
“Aigoo, aigoo! My legs aren’t working anymore. Y/n, sweetie, help me to the couch!” He mocked, making sure he wasn’t putting all of his weight on you so you wouldn’t get hurt.
As best as you could you hauled him over to the couch, both of you dropping down with sighs of relief. He shifted and laid his head on your lap, staring up at you with admiration in his eyes. You were pretty from every angle, which Minho was sure wasn’t possible, but here you are.
Your hand gently pushed hairs away from his eyes. You were trying to control your heartbeat, but you weren’t sure if it was from carrying Minho’s heavy ass or if it was from the piercing gaze he set on you. He was batting his eyelashes out of habit, and you were stuck wondering if the dark eyes behind those eyelashes had always held so many stars.
His hand gripped yours suddenly but his eyes never left yours. You gulped and frantically searched his eyes for any glint of mischief or teasing, but they remained unreadable. The urge to lean down and place your lips on his own was growing by the minute, but so was the panic.
You’ve known Minho since you were kids and you’ve always been able to tell what he’s feeling. But right now, in this moment, he was a complete mystery. It was the worst time too, because even though your heart is screaming at you to just go for it, you couldn’t. You wanted nothing more than to fuck up this friendship just to feed into the fantasy of kissing Lee Minho.
But you couldn’t lose him.
“Boop”
He blinked at you, surprise and amusement written on his face, “Did you just ‘boop’ my nose?”
You hummed, an easy smile coming to your face, “I did.”
Doongie chose that moment to jump up on Minho’s reclined body, marching up just to see you. She was meowing repeatedly and trying her hardest to brush her face against yours. It was always funny to you how much Doongie prefers you to Minho, even though he’s the one that adopted her.
He huffed and swatted at her tail as she brushed it across his face. He was sure that he saw a moment of hesitation cross your features, a split second where he thought you might actually have feelings for him. He wasn’t imagining things, right? There were plenty of times he was sure you might’ve crossed the line of friendship, that you felt the same way.
Maybe Felix was right after all. Maybe he did have a chance against Chan, maybe this was his chance to even the score. He had never considered that Chan could’ve grown feelings for you after all these years, but after that picture of you holding Chan’s face was posted, he felt sick.
Sick because he was so close to losing you to one of his best friends and he didn’t even know it. He wants to be the only one who gets to stare up at you from your lap, the only one to witness your screeching in the car to the music you play way too loud, notice how your cheeks puff up slightly when you bite off more than you can chew.
Minho wanted to be yours in every form of the word and in most ways, he already was.
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synopsis ; Minho has been by Y/n’s side since 3rd grade, making sure she doesn’t get herself into any trouble. But it seems like someone else wants to be by Y/n’s side too. Will he bite back his worries and tell you how he feels? Or will he watch as you fall for someone else?
pairing ; minho x fem!reader, chan x fem!reader
genre ; fluff, angst, a little smut
a/n ; DON’T TOUCH ME I’M SO SOFT RN. I love sweetheart!minho ;-; I also really love Minho’s cats and hope we get more cat dad content soon. This is more of a filler episode bc idk how many of you are rooting for Minho in this but he has a shot lmao
college!au, sm!au
#stray kids#skz#stray kids x reader#sm au#skz sm au#stray kids fake texts#lee know x reader#lee minho x reader#minho x reader#lee minho#lee know#bang chan x reader#chan x reader#bang chan#chan
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A One Time Thing?
Summary: Sure, they've had a fling before, but this time it's a one time thing... isn't it?
Pairing: Javier Escuella x John Marston
Word Count: 2471
Rating: NSFW
Tags: Friends to lovers, Mutual masturbation, Smut, Drinking, P*rn without a plot, Slight angst.
Notes: I’ve never wrote any Jovier before so go easy on me here xD
Neither of them is sure if it's the whiskey that set fire to the fuse of sexual tension that has been burning for months, but both of them had been itching for another encounter. They've locked eyes with each other every day since, usually multiple times a day, and the tension burns a little stronger each time. Not to mention the lowkey flirting and suggestive hints, the way their knees would always rest against each other when they were sat at the campfire, or the way their hands would linger together for a little too long when they split their earnings from a job.
The bubble has finally burst tonight. Javier and John had been asked to both be on guard duty tonight; Dutch was being extra cautious since that man recognized Arthur from Blackwater, so better safe than sorry. But instead of patrolling the camp as normal, the two of them had sat by the scout campfire to try and keep warm, seeing as the Heartlands was rather chilly around this time of the year, not to mention the chill from the dead of night. A bottle of whiskey was shared, and one thing always leads to another.
"So needy," Javier tells John between kisses, placing his hands onto his chest as he swings one leg over and straddles John.
John automatically bucks his hips up, rutting his hardening cock against Javiers. "So impatient," Javier adds, smiling throughout the kiss.
"Can you blame me?" John asks.
"I can blame you for not learning patience, yes," Javier replies. "Maybe I'll have to teach you."
"Hell, I've been patient! It's been months, you know. You can't shame me for gettin' needy now," John laughs.
"Fair play," Javier smiles as he presses his lips to Johns again.
Their mouths part within time and their tongues are re-introduced, making John whimper. Javier knows too well how much John enjoys that, even more when Javier begins to rut his crotch against Johns. Javiers fingers find their way into Johns hair, gripping his head in place as Johns grabs at Javiers waistcoat, eventually sliding down to grip at his ass.
Javier breaks the kiss and tightens his grip on Johns hair, eyes half-lidded as he huskily asks John "You wanna take me, Marston?"
"Please," John sighs.
The last time they'd ended up like this, all they managed to do was jerk their cocks together whilst a finger found its way into Johns ass, though he couldn't take much more. But Javier had spent countless nights whispering Johns name into the dark as he prepped himself, moving past that new burning feeling, and was now hungry to finally take him.
"Good," Javier replies. He shuffles back ever so slightly so he can reach down and begin to unbutton Johns pants, John watching him with a grin, though his smile fades into a moan when Javier pulls his length out and begins to slowly stroke him.
Sure, maybe the two of them shouldn't be doing this on the edge of camp. For once, nobody else is awake, nobody is awake drinking or spending their time by the campfire rather than sleeping. And if somebody were to wake up, then hopefully they'd notice the disturbance before it noticed them.
John sighs again, lying back against the log. His eyes flick between watching Javier stroke him, to admiring that smug expression Javier has on his face. Or what John can see of his face as Javiers back is facing the campfire, his face dark and a handful of loose strands of hair covering his face.
John reaches forward to unbutton Javiers pants, thankful that the two of them had taken their gunbelts off a long time ago. He pulls his length out and after a slow pump, a bead of precum falls from Javiers cock straight onto Johns, making John moan a little louder than he should have.
"That it? Is that all I need to do to make you whine like that?" Javier teases.
"It was hot, alright?" John shrugs.
Javier lets out a laugh before telling John to "come here." He shuffles his hips forward and pushes them down so his cock presses against Johns. Javier moves Johns hand away and replaces it with his own, stroking their cocks together whilst slowly rutting his hips.
Javiers hand barely wraps around them both; they both feel so heavy, rock-solid, and similar in size. John watches hungrily, his hands resting on Javiers thighs, slowly trailing up to grab his ass again and encourage his hips to grind down a little harder.
"I ain't gonna last long if you keep doin' that," John tells him.
"Already?" Javier mocks. "Alright," he shakes his head, letting go of them.
John whimpers but watched eagerly as Javier de-mounts him, spinning John around so he can lie beside the log he was just leaning against, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches Javier move down his body.
John has to bite his bottom lip to keep himself quiet when Javier ducks his head down and swirls his tongue around the tip of Johns cock, Javiers hand lazily stroking him as he focuses on the tip. He soon takes Johns length into his mouth, only because John was whimpering like a poor puppy. His whimpers quickly turn into moans, and he bites his knuckles to try and keep himself quiet.
"Cállate," Javier tells John. "Be quiet. You wanna get caught?"
"Javier, I'm sorry," John mumbles, his knuckles still pressed between his teeth.
Javier tuts him and rolls his eyes, but moves his mouth back onto Johns length. His hand works the base where his mouth can't quite reach, whilst his tongue rubs along the underside of his shaft. Every so often, Javier pops his mouth off just so he can swirl his tongue around Johns tip, his eyes opening so he can lock them with Johns, who looks like he's about to explode from the sight.
The campfire continues to crackle and burn, highlighting all of Javiers features, reflecting off his raven black hair and tanned skin. The sight of him alone is enough to make Johns heart flutter, but the lighting seems to make his stomach turn, as well as making his cock throb.
Javier moves off Johns cock for a moment, quickly shuffling his pants down to his thighs, exposing his ass and length. He leans forward towards John, placing two of his fingers on Johns lips.
"Suck," Javier orders, and John does so in a heartbeat.
He slicks Javiers fingers up, a trail of spit hanging from his mouth as Javier eventually pulls his fingers out, the trail soon breaking as Javier moves his fingers down so he can begin to prep himself. The position is a little awkward, but Javier manages to pop Johns cock back into his mouth whilst he fingers his own ass.
"Shit! Javier, that's really hot," John sighs, reaching one hand down to brush Javiers hair from his eyes and hold it off his face.
Javier doesn't reply, but he does flick his eyes up to meet Johns again. He can feel Johns length twitch in his mouth as his eyes lock onto Johns, and this time, John lets out a moan that is loud enough to wake anybody nearby.
"Javier, I'm gonna-"
"Do it," Javier cuts him off. "Means you'll last longer when you slide into me."
John whimpers in response, his balls emptying the second Javier puts his mouth back onto Johns cock. Javier always seems to surprise John, as he pulls off his cock and swallows his load, licking his lips afterward. John sighs again, feeling like putty in Javiers hands. He sits upright, stealing a kiss from Javier, the flavour of his load strong on Javiers lips but John doesn't mind.
"You ready, my love?" John asks as he breaks the kiss, well aware that Javiers still prepping himself.
"I didn't know I was your armor, John," Javier replies with a grin.
"I- that didn't mean to slip out, alright?" John stutters, realizing what he'd just called Javier.
"I'm ready for you, niño bonito," Javier replies as he slips his fingers out, wiping them off on his thigh.
"N-Nio what?" John asks with a laugh.
"It doesn't matter, come on," Javier says as he urges John up.
Javier shuffles about, positioning himself against the log. His elbows are resting on it, knees slightly apart, and looking over his shoulder at John, who seems frozen in the moment from the sight of Javier waiting patiently for John to enter him.
"I know it's cold out, but you can't be frozen already, can you?" Javier teases, snapping John out of his gaze.
"Can a fella not admire you, huh?" John shakes his head as he moves behind Javier, lowering his own pants around his thighs and taking the base of his cock in his hand.
"You can do your admiring when you're inside of me," Javier says, still looking over his shoulder at John, who lets out a moan in response.
Johns eyes move from Javiers so he can line himself up, slowly pushing inside, using Javiers spit as lube. There's a slight burning sensation when John enters, but Javiers prepped himself well enough so that after a few minutes of some extremely slow thrusting, John can begin to pick up the pace.
John tries to keep it down but he's been waiting for this for far too long; the sound of skin against skin can be heard, along with their hushed moans. He's not thrusting too hard or deep, worried that Javier is still hurting slightly, but John soon realizes he's not when Javier looks over his shoulder at him.
"That all you got, Marston?" Javier asks, making Johns cock throb.
"If you don't want me to hold back, then I won't," John shrugs.
"Good. Don't."
John takes a firm grip on Javiers hips, his fingertips pressed firmly, almost tight enough to leave bruises. Javiers head snaps forward as he lets out a choked moan, feeling Johns cock hit his core as the other man finally stops holding back. There's nobody awake to see them like this, and if for any reason, somebody does, then they're certain that person will mind their business and go wash the image away with a few bottles of liquor.
Johns eyes flick between watching his cock enter Javier, to admiring the way Javier is gripping onto that log for dear life. Javier lowers himself onto his elbows, his head struggling to stay up, letting out moan after moan as he screws his eyes shut.
"Head up, darlin'," John orders him as he reaches forward and takes hold of Javiers hair, slipping off his hair tie so he can brush his fingers into Javiers dark locks and pull his head up. He keeps a firm grip on Javiers hair as he pounds him, moving his body to the side slightly so Javiers face comes into his line of view.
Javiers mouth remains parted, but his eyes flick open to catch Johns. "John," Javier moans, making Johns cheeks turn red.
"Javier," John moans back, though it sounds slightly like a question.
"You close?" Javier asks.
"Yeah," John replies with a small nod.
"Good," Javier replies as he reaches down between his legs and begins to jerk himself off, still propping his body up with his other elbow resting on the log.
"Shit," John sighs as he leans upright, removing his hand from Javiers hair and moving it back onto his hip.
John picks up the pace of his thrusts again, knocking against that spot inside of Javier almost straight away. A whimper escapes Javiers lips as he mumbles "do that again." So, John does, managing to roll his hips perfectly so he hits Javiers prostate with every thrust.
"Ah!" Javier moans. "John," he whimpers again, leaning his body down so he's practically draped over the log, his muscles far too weak to hold his weight up.
"Wish you could see how good you look right now," John tells him.
"Why don't you continue to show me how good I look instead, hm?" Javier asks as his eyes peek over, looking over his shoulder at the man sheathed inside of him.
"Shit," John sighs at his comment. "Where can I-"
"-Inside," Javier tells him as he cuts his question off.
"You sure-"
"-Yes," Javier says with a nod, cutting him off again.
John can't complain, and he definitely doesn't want to. Another few thrusts and John's spilling his load inside of Javier with his name escaping his lips. Javier follows shortly after, his load hitting the earth below and the log he's leaning over.
They're a panting and sweaty mess, their hair clinging onto their foreheads. John finally pulls out and gets to his feet, looking around the campfire for his hat as he pulls his pants up. Javier was smart enough to place his hat down on the stool, so he's dressed before John.
"Here," Javier says as he places Johns hat on his head after watching him search for it despite it being straight in front of him.
"Thanks," John replies. Their eyes meet and in sync, the two lean in to kiss but both stop themselves. Tension can be felt in the air, but John breaks it as he steals a kiss from Javier, who melts into his touch.
"Come on, you. Gotta go wake up whoever's next on shift," Javier tells him as he breaks the kiss.
"Alright, alright," John says with a shrug, walking a little too closely to Javier as they stroll back into camp.
Javiers about to kick the foot to wake up whatever poor soul is next on shift, but John quickly stops him.
"Hey..." he trails off. "Is this a... eh... one time thing? Again?" John finally asks.
"You tell me," Javier shrugs. "You've got a family, John. Can't be getting too caught up in this mess," Javier says under his breath, quiet enough not to wake anybody.
"Yeah, you're right... well..." John trails off as he stares at the ground, trying to find the right words to say. "We'll just see what happens, huh?"
"Indeed, we will," Javier replies.
Johns about to speak again but Javiers already kicked the camp members' foot, waking them from their slumber. John is quick to turn heel and walk off to his tent, looking back at Javier as he talks to them.
This is a mess, isn't it? The way John looks at Javier, and those expressions Javier sends back his way. Maybe in another life, things will be different. But for this life, John has a family to focus on, though he can't help being tempted by the sin that is that man.
John will just have to wait and see what happens.
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— crystallised 06 (m)
crystallised /ˈkrɪst(ə)lʌɪz/ (verb) make or become definite and clear
Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past... fuck buddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart... Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late?
pairing; kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings; fluff, fluff and more fluff, smut in the form of dry humping, and did I already say fluff???? here, have some more
words; 10,481
sequel to; memoirs of a mistake and lostmyhead
chapters; 01 ⤑ 02 ⤑ 03 ⤑ 04 ⤑ 05 ⤑ 06 ⤑ 07⤑ 08 ✓
Seokjin ended up staying the night. It was inevitable really. You weren’t letting him go after you’d only just got him back. Not like he wasn’t dropping enough hints though. Could stay like this forever, he’d murmured hot in your ear, your body smushed to his as you lied down on the sofa, watching Netflix again. Some things, you realised, wouldn’t change and actually, it turned out Seokjin and you had already practically been acting as a couple anyway. It was just now he had his arms around your middle, hands woven together and his mouth on your neck. Lips too. Yeah, the kissing fest was still happening. You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone a damn thing about what had happened in the last three episodes of The Vampire Diaries if they asked.
Spend the night didn’t really have a question mark after it. It was Sunday anyway, neither of you had work and just the thought of doing nothing all day with Seokjin seemed like pure bliss. Your plan had been to call Lina tonight and gush about everything, but you guessed that could wait until tomorrow night. You’d just have to evade her messages until then, because keeping information like this from your best friend was killing you, but also, maybe you weren’t ready for the “Oh, my God, it was all down to ME,” I told you so’s…
You got ready for bed in the bathroom one by one, almost giddy when Seokjin came out in just his t-shirt and boxers. Knees practically vibrating against one another as he got into bed next to you. His side. You were finally sharing your bed with him again, and then you were a tangle of limbs, his body glued into yours. His legs warm against yours, chest warm, body heat encasing you with the help of his arms. This was it. Pure bliss. How it was always supposed to be.
In the safety of your bed, surrounded by darkness it was easy for even more confessions to slip from Seokjin’s lips. There were funny ones. Thoughts that slipped into his head. Like how he’d been unreasonably jealous of every guy who’d checked you out at the gym. How your ass had looked quote, “fricking delectable,” unquote, with a side helping of bum squeeze to go with. “Been wanting to do that forever,” he sighed in complete and utter content. You giggled, revelling in it really. How could you not. It wasn’t like you hadn’t ogled him while he was squatting or doing press ups… He was very happy when you let that slip… It was cute to fill in the missing gaps, but there were also unhappy confessions too. Ones that made your heart pang with sadness.
Every time he’d pined for you. Not far from him, but still deeply out of reach. Like how he’d hated seeing you cry after your argument with Yoongi the night of that party. He was awkward and he didn’t know how to comfort you, but that was because he wanted nothing more than to tell you the truth. The truth about his feelings, and how he thought you should be with him not Yoongi. When he’d walked you home and you’d made to kiss him, (so he had realised) it took him everything not to give in. He knew you were upset, vulnerable and he didn’t want to take advantage of the moment. It wouldn’t be right, but the hug was the best sensation he’d felt in all his life. Then you’d turned up at his door after the breakup. Like some sign from the heavens above he was making a mistake with Jemma, and even if he could only have you as a friend, even if it hurt like crazy to hear you talk about Yoongi, it was okay. Because he had you in some kind of form. The best form. Just you.
With your glassy eyes, you both began to reminisce into the early hours of the morning. Muffling your laughter at some points because it got too loud and your neighbours would hate you.
“Was it just me, or when we went to watch Endgame did you get distracted remembering back to that time you gave me a hand job? It was the exact same screen room too.” He spoke into the darkness. Just when eyelids were getting heavy, legs still tangled together, your head on his chest.
“Oh, my god.”
“No. Not even in a perverted way. I thought of that as our unofficial first date for the longest time.” He was trying to be funny, but that was actually really cute. You’d held hands for the first time that night. You’d done so as a joke, teasing him. Actually, he’d been adamant it wasn’t a date, not a fan of your jesting. You understood why now. He was afraid you didn’t feel the same.
“I remember we held hands as we walked back to your car.”
“Mm. I liked that.” On cue you felt one of his hands find yours to slip them together, kissing the top of your head at the same time. You smiled to yourself. “Let me take you on an official first date.”
“Where do you have in mind?” The smile was still on your face, could hear it in your voice.
“Zoo.” He replied matter-of-factly.
“Zoo?”
“You pretty much stood me up last time.” Silence. The memory came back to you instantly. “–annd you don’t remember…” His tone was light, playing with you, but nope, you wouldn’t have it.
“No, wait!” You exclaimed, turning around in his arms to find his face. Your eyes had long adjusted to the dark, you could make out the greatly amused grin on his face easily. “I do remember! I just didn’t think you were serious.”
You hadn’t actually figured out what he was trying to do when he’d asked you out back then. You’d been too distracted anyway… Too excited for your date with Yoongi…
“So serious. So jealous. So sad.” That didn’t help either. He was messing around but it still made you feel all not good inside.
“Seokjiinn.” You whined.
He laughed, arms wrapping around your middle to squeeze you to him. “No, but I do really want to take you to the zoo on our first date.” He pecked your mouth, ridding the pout that had formed. “Let’s go Tuesday. We can skip class.”
“Oh,” you cocked an eyebrow. “You’re making me skip classes already. You’re a bad influence Kim Seokjin.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” He grinned, voice now a little croaky from lack of sleep. Sexy though.
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You both did manage to get a few hours sleep in the end. Voices were sleepy, conversation waning off and then eyes were closed. You woke up first. Your body clock didn’t seem to realise when it hadn’t had eight hours sleep. So here you were wide awake on five. Seokjin was still dead to the world though. Hooked around you like some sort of monkey. You wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever, but you forgot the cost it came with. Excessive heat. Maybe you hadn’t woken up naturally… Anyway, somehow you wriggled free, Seokjin not even stirring as he rolled onto his back. You took a moment to study him. Cute in sleep, gigantic lips pouting naturally, forehead slightly creased, like he was dreaming of something serious. The events of the night before were truly sinking in. This was actually happening. You and him.
You didn’t want to wake him just yet. No. You had a better idea. You were sure you had the right ingredients to make pancakes. First, a quick detour to the bathroom to empty your bladder and brush your teeth – hair too. You knew you looked this unkempt in the morning, but Seokjin wasn’t used to it anymore. Silly of course, like he gave a shit. You tried to keep as quiet as possible when you started finding and weighing ingredients, aware that there were basically only four walls in this open apartment, if you didn’t count the bathroom. Which was just about hiding Seokjin out of view, the jutting wall part of your kitchen storage.
Distracted from mixing as you messaged with Lina back and forth, (she really did love bitching about this one coworker…), you nearly dropped your cell into the bowl when you read what she came out with next.
Lina (9:58am)
So are we just gonna ignore the fact u probably fucked Seokjin last night?
MAYBE you’re doing it right now
Sorry my bad for interrupting
So much for evading her messages. Impossible, and now look.
You (9:58am)
Wtf
im making pancakes like i said
………….
but yeh jin might be in my bed
we didn’t bang tho
we’re taking things slow 💖💘💗💕💞💓💝
Lina (9:59am)
YOU BITCH
WJY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME
You (9:59am)
i was going to tell you last night :(but got distracted
come over later???? i’ll text u
Lina (10:00am)
So you actually made a move at the party??
I KNEW IT
Strange. You’d taken it as a given that she had. Especially with the very direct accusation… Or maybe she just knew Seokjin and you couldn’t keep up this ~friends~ bullshit for any longer. Someone would cave, especially after Brian’s party. A ticking time bomb but no one blew up after detonation. Thank God.
You (10:00am)
🤔🤭🤫😶
Lina (10:00am)
YOU BETTER SEND HIM HIME TINIGHT
I NEED to know the details
Have fun being a sexy housewife making pancakes
😘
You (10:01am)
hehe
🥰 << me rn
You were so preoccupied, you hadn’t heard Seokjin waking up, jumping a little when his arms wrapped around your middle, face nuzzling your neck as he hugged you from behind.
“Where did you go?” His voice was thick with sleep and whiney.
Putting your phone down, you tried to fight your smile, but nope, this was really happening, and it was better than you could have ever imagined. “I’m making breakfast.”
“I wanted to cuddle,” he whined again. Sounded cute. “Literally been dreaming about it forever. You’re evil.”
“Am not.” You laughed, twisting in his grip. “We cuddled all night.”
Facing him now, you wrapped your arms around his neck, an amused grin on your face. You didn’t think it was possible to cuddle all night, but hey, you’d been proved wrong. You should’ve known. Seokjin was as determined as ever. Only now softer. You liked soft. You liked him.
He squeezed your waist, a pout already formed. “I want more.”
“Patience, bitch,” you hummed softly, bemusing him for a second before he chuckled. You leaned up to kiss him. “Haven’t brushed my teeth,” he murmured.
You rolled your eyes. “Like I care.” There were some things you’d waited long enough for, even without realising, and you’d be damned if you didn’t take every opportunity you had to kiss him. One of you had brushed your teeth, that’s all that mattered.
It wasn’t a showy kiss, mostly slow and lazy. Definitely indulgent though. You almost clung to his bottom lip each time you grazed against it, feeling warmth whenever his breath shook. You felt warmth in the way his hands gripped you too. Safe but free in his hold. Giddy when one wrapped around the small of your back and his fingers grazed the top of your ass. It was exhilarating to feel him touch you so casually. A little tiny niggle of frustration too, because why hadn’t he been doing this from the beginning? You both were fools, but not anymore.
“What you making?” He murmured when you both parted, curious.
A hand slid around your hip as you turned your back to him again, picking up the wooden spoon in the bowl to begin to mix again. You gave him a tiny shrug. Not wanting to make a big deal. “Pancakes.”
He sighed like a king. “Spoiling me already.” Your tut in response choked out when he tapped your ass playfully, wondering off to nose through your cupboards. “Don’t burn them.”
He found what he was looking for. A box of cereal on the top shelf. “Seokjin,” you chided gently as he grabbed a bowl from the draining rack. “Cereal? Really?” No way could he have room for two breakfasts.
He grinned goofily. “Appetiser. The starter.”
You stared him down, practically calling his bluff, but nope, there he went, shaking the cereal into the bowl. Milk following. That’s when you laughed. You couldn’t help it. “You’re nuts.”
“Yeah, for you.”
You scoffed quietly at his comeback, a small smile on your face, unable to hide your happiness, and went back to mixing your pancakes. Yeah, it would take a little time getting used to that cheesiness. You needed to step up your game.
If you were joined at the hip before, it wasn’t nothing on you now. Not that dating changed much overall. If people had already thought you were together, that was only affirmed as you held hands around campus and kissed goodbye at the door of your next classes. Lina was super happy you’d finally admitted your feelings to one another. And not in a gloating way either. Like a piece of fan fiction, she said: The girl who tamed a fuckboy. Yikes, how basic. Sounded like something from Wattpad. You much preferred the trope “Two idiots finally realise their feelings for one another.” Fit you both perfectly.
Surprisingly, there were no I told you so’s from her, just a rare guilty look as she confessed she felt “kinda to blame.” Her distaste for Seokjin in the beginning may have hindered your view. You did after all keep your hook ups a secret for so long. But no, you reassured her, that was all on you. Despite the great sex, originally the idea of people knowing you’d given into Kim Seokjin was, how should you say, unappealing, but you’d soon (ish) seen how judgemental that was. If anyone was to blame for the delay, it was you. Not that you dwelled on that anymore.
It was the little things that made you vibrate at a high frequency. Sheer happiness just doing doing the most mundane things. Being able to land a kiss on Seokjin anytime you wanted. Binging so many shows it was probably unhealthy now, yet it didn’t matter with his arms wrapped around your waist. Lying in his bed watching him grow frustrated as he gamed at his desk. Taking him shopping with you and hearing him whine in complete and utter boredom… It all brought you joy. There was no awkwardness, no trying too hard. It just all came naturally. You worked perfectly like this.
The Pet names started. The first time was when you’d been in near tears on the zoo date. Hating the way the animals were all so far from home and trapped. Seokjin had felt beyond guilty, a distraught, panicked look on his face as he apologised for even thinking of taking you here as a first date. He even said sorry for being shit at comforting you, but as soon as the Baby, please don’t cry had rolled so casually from his tongue, so endearingly in fact, and gentle and soft, he’d done his job perfectly. It was your turn to comfort him. No matter what, your first date wasn’t a complete blow out. You got to feed a giraffe and watch the guy you were crazy about lose his shit over a cute little deer. All while skipping class… Couldn’t get much better than that.
And for someone who’d never been on a proper date before, Seokjin sure made up for it with you. You tried the fancy dinner route. Found out it wasn’t for you when you accidentally rubbed the eyeliner from your right eye. Seokjin thought about waiting until you realised, but inevitably couldn’t do it to you. Although you were sure it was because he couldn’t hold his laughter in. You both enjoyed simpler, less showy outings, and of course you planned stuff too. When you took him to the gig of one of your favourite groups you thought his head was going to explode. He complained his ears hurt all the way back home. You took the time to rinse him on his own music taste.
“It’s okay, next time Taylor Swift goes on tour I’ll get you tickets,” you teased. To which he scoffed.
“You seem to forget I work in a gym. I listen to whatever comes on the radio.”
Of course you had a comeback. Quick and witty, you were an unyielding duo. “You seem to forget earphones exist.”
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You weren’t one for posting your life on social media. In fact, you didn’t really post on there much at all. Mainly because you sucked at aesthetically pleasing photos on Instagram and regretted every time you overshared on Twitter. And yes, by oversharing you meant an I’m tired after a full day of classes and a shift at work… Seokjin was little of the same, but the first time he uploaded a selfie of you two (a highly unflattering one at that, but hey ho) you may have melted… Made it all feel so real.
Caption: Me and my baby 🤧💞
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After that, it didn’t take you long to start double dating. Seokjin wasn’t brave enough to accompany any of your friends yet, despite Lina being adamant her and Jimin wanted to hang out, but you went plenty with Sandeul and his girlfriend. You favourite was the time you went to the VR arcade with them. You’d never laughed so much in you life—nor felt so scared! You also seemed to hang out with Hoseok, Namjoon and their girlfriends a lot, who preferred to stay in most of the time, eating take out or drinking some. It was on one of those occasions that Seokjin adorably got moody because you laughed at Hoseok too much…
“What’s up with you?” You asked, coming out from the bathroom to see Seokjin still sitting on your sofa with the same frown he’d had since you’d left Hoseok’s place.
“Nothing.”
You sighed and bounced into the seat next to him. “Are you in a sulk?” As if it wasn’t obvious.
He shook his head. “No.”
“Jiiin!” His name left your mouth in a whine as you pounced on him, climbing onto his lap. Despite his one word answers, he reached for you hips naturally. “You’ve been acting strange since the ride back to mine.” You paused to side eye him, sounding snippy yourself now. “Maybe you should’ve just gone home…”
“No,” he answered immediately, clinging to you tighter. “No. It’s nothing.” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. He hesitated. “Do you think Hoseok’s funnier than me?”
You stared at him for a moment, a bemused look on your face, because no, that couldn’t he it. Could it? How adorable. “What kind of question is that?”
“Is that a yes,” he pouted, dropping his hands from you. His jaw tightening.
“Not at all. It’s a reply of confusion.”
He sighed. “You’re delaying”
You had to laugh then. He was being ridiculous. Was he really self-conscious about it? Hoseok was a funny guy, he knew how to entertain, but it wasn’t something you took notice of much. You leaned in, making sure Seokjin was looking at you and spoke slowly. “No. I don’t think he’s funnier than you.”
It didn’t work. In fact, he averted your gaze to look down at the arm of the sofa. Pout in his voice. “You were laughing all night at him. Ignored me when I said something. I’m used to the guys brushing off my jokes and never laughing, but you…”
Wrong. You had not been ignoring him all night, but he sounded so dejected you really did think he believed it. You cupped his cheek. “I always laugh at your jokes.”
“Yeah, probably because you think you have to.” Voice a mumble, you rolled your eyes.
“Have I, or have I not always thought you were funny?” You’d been laughing because of Seokjin for as long as you’d known him. Even when you didn’t want to admit it. “You’re much funnier than Hoseok. Namjoon? No question. Never met someone so unfunny.”
Seokjin actually managed a little smile at that. Your lame attempt at being funny yourself.
“Yay. That’s what I want to see. A smile.” To emphasise, you pulled the corners of his mouth up with your thumbs.
“Get off,” he grumbled, but there was now a gigantic grin on his face. “I just need to make sure, y’know? My humour is all I have.”
You scoffed. “Shut up.”
“Okay, humour and face.”
You leaned in once more, tone sincere. “You have way more important qualities.”
“Great.” He sighed. Fairly dramatically. “Now you’re calling me unfunny and ugly?”
But mouth already open in argument, he was kissing you with an amused chuckle, not knowing you’d never let him forget the day he worried Hoseok was funnier than him…
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After a few weeks the novelty of going outside wore off, and soon you were back to staying in. Sharing time between homes, although yours was the preferred, living alone and all. It got pretty domesticated some nights, cooking together, back hugging him as he cut onions because you complained it made you cry. When you said you binged TV too much, you weren’t playing. Somehow you’d completed The Vampire Diaries and were onto The Walking Dead now. Zombies made you a bit uneasy, but actually you found yourself getting quite into it. So into it you searched spoilers ahead of time, too guilty to tell Seokjin your secret. It turned out he was doing exactly the same thing behind your back… You’d both found out your favourite character was soon to die, and reading it had already emotionally broken you, so for now, binging was paused.
Not that you had much time these days. College was kicking up a notch. You had a final piece that needed to be finished by the beginning of February that was a large percentage of your grade this year and Seokjin seemed swamped with assignments and tests. Along with a part-time job, it was a struggle to find some time to spend together. And that’s how Seokjin convinced you to join the gym again. It was a hard no at first, but he put up a good argument… You could hang out together while he worked and you found not everything was completely body destroying there… You could keep up a worthy enough pace on the treadmill. Look somewhat passable on the elliptical… They were both also very great vantage points for some light viewing (perving) of your man… Squats really were invented for him. Just no one tell him that because he’d get a big head…
Caption: The only plus side of going to the gym 🏋🏻♂️🍑🤤🥵
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Linaa: GROSS
Linaa: can you not publicise your weird kinks 🤮
You: @Linaa were you or were you not going on about Jimin’s booty two nights ago ????
You: @PJM tell your girlfriend to shut up
PJM: Guys 😩😩 me and Jin really don’t deserve this
Seokjin_Kim: WHEN DID YOU TAKE THIS?!
He may have seemed outraged but that wasn’t what he sounded like over text two minutes later…
Jin💞 (5:47pm)
So I hear you have a thing for my butt
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“You know I can’t control myself,” you told him later on that night when he’d come over, pinching said butt as you hugged.
“Stoppp,” he whined, bottom lip jutting out but he didn’t sound very believable.
“What? I can take full advantage of butt squeezes now.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t been doing the same. You try getting to sleep with two hands cupped firmly around your ass. It got annoying after a while…
He shook his head slowly. Like he was disappointed. His arms still slung around your waist though and a small smirk itching its way across his mouth. “Twisted. Should’ve known… I still get nightmares.”
You met his eyes, a glint in them. You knew exactly what he was referring to. To avoid all the crude details, let’s just say an experiment might have occurred…to see how much pleasure one could derive from the prostrate gland… “Shut up. You’re the one who brought it up, so like, obviously you enjoyed it.” You moved in slowly as you spoke, looping your arms around his neck, a grin on your face.
He sighed your name quietly. “I’d enjoy anything if it was with you.” Dead romantic over some anal fingering. No sarcasm. It really was. You lips were centimetres apart. So close you could almost taste him, but then he pulled away abruptly. “But that’s besides the point. You obviously told Lina–mfphh!”
You couldn’t wait any longer. Kissing him was your favourite pastime, and well, there had been a lot of kissing this past month. Lots of cute kissing. Chaste or stolen. Soft and gentle. Slow. Fast. Lots of fast kissing. Messy and wet. Eager, sometimes impatient. Lots of heavy breathing, warm bodies and ruined underwear on your part… Although Seokjin had his fair share of problems in that area too. An overactive erection. Taking it slow didn’t mean you couldn’t kiss until you were overheating, grind until you were shaking… Grope until you were moaning.
You were straddling him on the couch doing just that when you heard a voice calling outside your door. Sounded like your mom but god, that would be the worst thing ever.
“Yoo-hoo! Are you in?”
Nooo. It really was your mom. Who needed a cold shower at a moment like this? You were pulling away from Seokjin immediately, hazy mind clearing like magic. No one wanted to be caught getting frisky by a parent. It had happened once a couple of years ago and you in no way wanted to relive that.
“My mom,” you groaned at Seokjin, answering the puzzlement on his face.
It quickly turned to panic. “Oh shit. What?” You nodded, quickly getting off him to make your way to the door. “Where are you going?” He panicked harder.
“To open the door.” You laughed. “Can’t leave her out there.”
He jumped up. “Hold on. Hold on. My dick”s half hard.” Luckily he did remember to keep his voice down, shoving a hand down his pants. “Shit. Try fully hard.”
“Hide it.” You hissed, not bothering to check what he was doing as you turned your back to him and ran for the door. He was a big boy (HA), he’d work it out…or not…
You took a deep breath, smoothing down your hair as you composed yourself and pulled it open. “Hello mother. You do realise most normal people ring the doorbell.”
“I did.” She sassed you right back. “You took too long.” Really? You must have missed that…too distracted. Oops. She walked inside, stopping when she saw Seokjin stood awkwardly by the coffee table. “Oh.”
You took a glance at him, eyes wide, like a rabbit caught in headlights. You mean, it could’ve been the erection, but also, this was the first time he was coming face to face with your mother. You’d been too flustered to realise that before you’d flown open the front door. Hadn’t had time to reassure and ease him. Poor guy.
“Mom, this is Seokjin.” You introduced, walking towards him for some moral support.
“I know who he is.” She smiled at you, before turning to him. “It’s so nice to meet you finally.” Ugh. That was right. You’d spent a lot of time talking about him these past few weeks. Mostly done subconsciously when you were still in the “friends” phase. Yeah. You didn’t think she bought it either… Especially when you told her you used to “be involved” in the past but things didn’t work out. What? You couldn’t call it hooking up could you… It was a nicer way of putting it. Sort of. She’d been eager to meet him for a while now, ever since you’d started dating. Probably why she’d shown up without notice…
“Hi.” Seokjin smiled. You moved closer to him. Reassuring him without touching him directly.
“Even more handsome than his photos.”
You groaned loudly. “Mom, you’re embarrassing him.” And you. For multiple reasons. Yes. She had made you show her pictures.
She shook her head. “Nonsense. What are you two up to then?”
She was looking at Seokjin when she asked so he really had no choice but to reply. “Uh… Uh, we were just… just hanging out.” The smile on his face didn’t look too natural. You nudged him. Hopefully enough to settle him.
“Seokjin had a late class so he’s only just come over. We were gonna watch some TV.” You helped instead.
“Oh. Sorry for interrupting.” Like hell she was. “You’re a business major, right?” Seokjin nodded, curious as to how she knew. Uh oh. “My daughter’s told me all about you.”
“She has?” He sounded surprised. Good surprised. Like a lot of gloating could come of it later surprised. And of course, even when he was still inwardly shitting himself, he turned it around, charming your mother expertly. “That makes me nervous.”
“Only nice things of course.” Your mother reassured. “She never shuts up about you.”
“Mom!” You exclaimed. This had been what you were dreading. You changed the subject real fast. “What are you doing here anyway?” It worked.
“Leftovers.” She replied, pulling out a plastic Tupperware box from her purse. “Your dad was cooking again and thought we were a family of ten.” You chuckled, taking the container from her. Classic. You were sure he’d always thought that. You mom took another look at both you and Seokjin, a smile on her face, before she spoke again. “Well, I’ll leave you both to it.” Seokjin couldn’t help himself and laughed at her choice of phrase. You elbowed him. Childish fucker.
“Thanks for the food, Mommy,” you smiled sweetly.
She laughed. “Oh, now you’re nice.”
“I’m always nice!”
“That’s what she tells me too,” Seokjin piped up, making your mother laugh.
“Nice meeting you Seokjin. Eat some too.” She told him, directing her head to the container. “Sorry for my husband’s cooking.”
He chuckled. “Nice meeting you too.”
You followed her to the door, nodding in agreement when she told you she’d see you soon. Like you said, life had been busy. You were spreading yourself thin, but not thin enough to go visits your parents.
“That went well,” Seokjin said as soon as you closed the door. He sounded relieved.
“It did.” You agreed, placing the leftovers on the kitchen counter before walking towards him.
“Didn’t have time to overthink too much. Which is odd considering I was hiding a terrified boner.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He reached for your waist. “It’s gone now, thank the lord.”
“You’ve been overthinking it?”
He nodded “Yeah. Meeting parents is a big deal.” That made you smile. Cute. “Thanks for talking about me so much though. It definitely worked in my favour.”
There it was. One simple gloat. He couldn’t help it. You pushed at his shoulder. “Shut up.”
“Okay, I’ll keep my ego down.” He laughed. “Whew. Meeting your mom, huh. It’s getting serious.”
“Giving you permission to back out now.” You rolled your eyes, but despite playing it cool you couldn’t help but feel giddy at his words. Serious with Seokjin. It was all you’d ever wanted.
He scoffed, leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Never. You’re stuck with me now.”
You tried suppressing your smile but failed. You managed to sound casual though. “Doesn’t seem like a bad thing.”
He smiled back and you hugged him to you. Couldn’t help it. He squeezed your middle as he pulled away to speak. “Maybe it’s time you met my parents soon?”
Oh boy. Serious it was.
Not surprisingly, Lina couldn’t comprehend the taking it slow aspect. She knew your history with one another. Heard a few stories she’d rather forget. The fact you were starting from the beginning again – well, you’d never really started from the beginning in the first place, but y’know… The fact you were waiting boggled Lina’s mind.
“I really did think you’d last a week holding out.” She said tonight, girly night in taking a turn with boy talk. Check you two out, couldn’t last an hour without talking about your men. What had you both become?
“Like how come you don’t have all this built up sexual tension going on? It’s a love story like no other. You both waited so long to get together, you should be tearing off each other’s clothes. Going at it animal style.”
“Oh, my god,” you laughed. “Okay, maybe too much wine for you.” You took her empty glass and placed it on the coffee table. She had never been able to handle wine. It turned her into a different person. Tonight, one who was very passionate about Seokjin and you, it seemed…
“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with him.” You explained. “Of course I do. But…” You paused, face flushing a little. Maybe the wine was getting to you too. “I know when it finally happens, it’s going to be amazing. The waiting is only going to make it better.”
That made you both giggle, giddy from the wine and sex talk. Lina reached over for some chips, crunching loudly as she thought something over in that (drunk) head of hers. “Maybe he lost his dick in an accident in between?”
“He didn’t lose it in an accident!” You laughed. It was like you hadn’t gone into full detail about last night’s vigorous palming activities not half an hour ago. He still had his dick alright.
Lina shrugged, stuffing her face again. “Maybe he has stage fright…”
She really was determined to get an explanation. Jesus, who’d have thought she’d wanted you to have sex with Seokjin this much? “I don’t know, I find it cute,” you shrugged yourself. He definitely wasn’t suffering from a case of stage fright. He’d had a healthy case of Erection every time your tongue slipped into his mouth. “Romantic.” You mused. “It’ll happen when the time’s right. Until then, we’re building this whole other layer to our relationship.”
If truth be told, you’d never felt like this in a relationship. All the others seemed like a joke looking back. Even with Yoongi. You’d been searching for these feelings with the wrong guy. Too dumb to see you could have everything you’d ever wanted with Seokjin. You’d never felt this comfortable. This happy. He really was the other half of you. You didn’t care how cheesy that sounded. Even if maybe you wouldn’t admit it to him yet.
“Yet he hasn’t made it official…” Lina couldn’t help herself. Muttering under her breath but loud enough for you to hear.
“Will you stop,” you told her. She was also waiting “patiently” for Seokjin to put a label on it. You, not so much. At this point you knew you were both serious. You were in a relationship, just not technically confirmed, and that was okay. Even if you were yet to call him your boyfriend out loud. (Read: You really wanted to.)
“What?” She feigned ignorance.
“Being negative. Me and Seokjin are happy. Everything’s amazing.”
Lina couldn’t stop her smile then, seeing your grin. “I know. I like seeing you like this. I’m just… You know me, I’m suspicious of everything.”
“Suspicious when it comes to Seokjin.” You corrected lightly.
She laughed but didn’t deny. Baby steps. She’d gone from despising the poor guy to practically ordering you to make a move in a year, so it was definitely getting somewhere. You wouldn’t forget she’d referred to you both as a “love story like no other” in a hurry though… You wouldn’t let her forget either!
“Oh, by the way,” she began, changing the subject – kinda. “We haven’t had a chance to double date yet… My parents are out of town for the weekend. What do you think about this: Lina’s Fancy Dinner Party. Got a ring to it, right?”
“I’m shitting myself. I’m actually shitting myself.”
“Will you calm down,” you laughed, hooking your arm with Seokjin’s as you stood in the doorway to Lina’s parents’ house. “You’re going to have fun.”
He’d been dreading this night ever since you’d told him about it a couple of days ago. It wasn’t just Lina and Jimin now, she’d also invited Yumi and her boyfriend, Taeil. The impending doom was real and the whole Uber ride here had been pretty amusing. You’d never seen him so nervous. It was cute. He really, really wanted your friends to like him. Not that they didn’t already, but could you tell him? No! He wasn’t listening.
“Fun? I’m pretty sure all your friends hate me.” He muttered, before his eyes widened comically. “This isn’t some kind of satanic sacrifice, right?”
“You’ve seen too many horror movies,” you tutted. You glanced at him, sighing softly when you saw the pitiful look on his face. Despite the jokes he really was anxious over this. You unhooked your arms and rubbed his back before straightening the collar of his dress shirt. This was a fancy dinner party after all. There was a dress code, and you weren’t complaining. Seokjin looked hot all fancy like this.
“Only Lina had some… misjudged opinions on you, and it’s past tense for a reason.”
Seokjin pulled a face. He still wasn’t too sure about that, but the kiss you landed on his mouth seemed to help.
“They’re here!!” Interrupted by the clicking of the door and Lina’s loud voice, you broke apart. “Found them kissing on the doorstep!”
You rolled your eyes and clasped Seokjin’s hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “We hadn’t even rung the doorbell yet. How did you know we were here?”
“Porch light.” She replied flatly, pointing at you both and stepping aside to let you in. “None of that once you get inside. This is a sophisticated dinner party.”
“Got you,” you nodded, walking into the lounge to find Yumi, Taeil and Jimin already sat around the coffee table. “Here I was thinking it was some type of orgy…”
“Now that sounds like a party,” Taeil cheered.
Everyone laughed at that – apart from Lina of course… and surprisingly Seokjin, who looked too scared to even think about joking around… Or perhaps he just didn’t want to piss Lina off. Suck up.
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“Get a room you two,” Yumi teased, wiggling her eyebrows as she watched you and Seokjin from over her wine glass. The dinner had been a success – Lina could actually cook. Who knew? Not you because you ordered takeout every time you hung out – and swiftly after that you’d moved onto entertainment. In the form of drinking games. Seokjin had seemed to loosen up by then, actually beginning to enjoy himself without any nerves. He and Lina had a few conversations. He’d even made her laugh which you thought he got rather smug about… After a good old game of beer pong (which wasn’t very fancy at all) you quickly moved onto ‘Never have I ever”, which of course had turned the three of you girls into a cackling mess. Things were said, things were confessed, and you were sure the guys didn’t know how to handle the details.
Now it was getting late, you were all winding down, sipping on wine or beer. Lina and Yumi were sharing the sofa with Jimin and Taeil, and Jin and you were curled up on the love seat. Definitely a little drunk, giggling and flirting together. His hand casually up your dress a little as he stroked your thigh.
“Surprised they got out of one long enough to come here,” Taeil commented.
“What do you expect? It’s only been a few weeks. They’re fresh in the feels.” Yumi almost pouted, turning to her boyfriend. “Babe, do you remember when we were like that?”
“How long have you been together?” Seokjin asked, and you kissed him on the cheek, proud he was making conversation. You’d been hanging out with his friends so often now it was normal, so it made you happy to know the same was beginning to happen with yours.
Taeil grinned and got Yumi into a bear hug, rubbing his cheek into hers as he answered. “One year, one month and 8 days. Want me to add the hours, baby?”
“Shurrup,” she shook him off her, but she was grinning from ear to ear at his dramatic display.
“Hey, Lina. Will that be us one day,” Jimin teased, draping his arm around her shoulders.
She played nonchalant, sipping on her wine. “Possibly.” Jimin just laughed, greatly amused by his girlfriend’s antics. It was obvious to anyone that she had fallen for him hard. Despite her cool façade.
“You guys were together before though, right?” Taeil directed the conversation back to you and Seokjin.
Your eyes widened, unsure on how to answer. “Uh, kinda.” Little did he know that every single thing you’d both answered during ‘Never have I ever’ had been about one another. Poor innocent Taeil…
“Big history,” Lina explained, puffing out her cheeks as she exhaled. They were bright red. She was drunk. Could tell by the way she was keeping everything that came out of her mouth short.
“I was there when they first hooked up,” Yumi added excitedly. “Well, not actually there. I was at the party.” Valid correction. “I didn’t know until a few months later though.” A pause.
“Honestly though, it was such a shock. Who would have thought it?” She continued. You shifted a little uncomfortably. You were never good with attention. “You and Kim Seokjin. Mind blown. I always thought you’d rather take a vow of celibacy than get dicked down by. Kim. Seokjin.”
Okay. So everyone was drunk, and here you were feeling like you were sobering up now. The sound of Jin’s laughter beside you eased you a little. “Let’s quit with the full name talk.”
Everyone laughed bar Lina, who turned her head to Yumi. “That’s why she kept it to herself for so long. He was her dirty little secret.”
“Hardly,” you piped up. You got she was kidding around, but for some reason you felt defensive. “Just know what you guys are like.”
“Well I think it’s cute how you guys decided to give it a proper go,” Jimin smiled. “You’re good together.”
Before you could say thanks, Lina was butting in. “I didn’t say they weren’t good together. They are! All we have to do now is wait for Seokjin to pop the question…”
“Marriage?” Taeil asked uncertainly.
“No, you idiot,” she laughed. “Girlfriend! They haven’t made it official yet.” You felt Seokjin freeze beside you. You didn’t dare look at him. Lina was in deep shit when you got home. Wrath over text was a scary thing.
“Oh, well no rush,” Taeil shrugged. “It took me two months to ask Yumi to be mine.”
“That’s true. Remember?” Yumi directed at you and Lina. “I was getting pretty panicky.”
“Awh, I’m sorry babe.” Taeil apologised. You all wrinkled your noses as they kissed, thankfully distracting the conversation long enough for it to change.
Surprisingly thanks to Lina herself. It was her groan that did it, as she buried her head into Jimin’s shoulder. “My head hurts and I need to stack everything in the dishwasher.”
“Didn’t you say no more wine a few nights ago,” you chuckled, throwing a cushion at her. She yelped dramatically. When you put your hand down, Seokjin clasped it, entwining your fingers. You snuck a smile his way. Knowing he wasn’t too traumatised by the direction of tonight’s conversation relieved you.
“Yeah Lina. C’mon. Lightweight,” Jimin prodded her. “We can clean up everything in the morning.”
“Noo. I think I’m going to be hungover tomorrow.” She whined. “Can someone help?”
“I will,” Seokjin offered. Shocking you, and everyone else in the room while he was at it. “Maybe some water will help you too?”
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“Lina doesn’t hate me,” Seokjin sang in the back of the Uber. En route to his place.
You were wrapped into him, warm, cosy and a little sleepy. You couldn’t wait to crash out in bed. “Oh?” This piqued your interest though. He just sounded so pleased.
“Uh huh,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “We talked while in kitchen.” Oh okay. So he had ulterior motives when he helped her load the dishwasher. “She’s just suspicious of me. I get it. I don’t have the best track record. I think I put her mind at ease though.” He squeezed you happily.
Even though you were curious about their conversation you didn’t pry. “She still embarrassed you in front of everyone though.” And you… She still wasn’t let off the hook regardless of how drunk she was.
“It’s fine,” he sighed. “She put my mind at ease too. Told me I was worried for no reason.”
You frowned. “Worried? About what?”
“Asking you something.” Your heart stilled. Oh shit. He squeezed you again, murmuring in your ear. “Wanna take this further. These last few weeks have been amazing, huh?” All you could do was nod. You were getting all hot, cheeks a rosy hue no doubt. Forgetting the Uber driver could probably hear everything despite Seokjin’s low voice. Not that you really cared.
“I already think of you as my girlfriend. Just too scared to call you it. In case I jinx things. In case you’re secretly sick of me already.”
You managed to give him a tiny scoff. Voice shaky. “As if.”
“So…” He whispered. “Will you do it? Be my girlfriend?”
You swallowed, composing yourself and glanced at him. “You’re really asking me in the back of an Uber?”
He grinned. “I spot a moment and I’m going for it. Lina’s orders.”
You laughed, cupping his face. “You know you don’t have to listen to her, right?”
“I know,” he nodded. “She was just right this time.”
You turned, resting the back of your head on his shoulder. “I’ll only be your girlfriend under one condition.”
“Hm?” He placed another kiss on the top of your head, both arms wrapped around your chest.
“You’ll be my boyfriend.”
He hummed in contemplation. “That doesn’t sound too bad. May have to think about it for a few hours or so though. Maybe a night–ooff.”
You cut him off with a whack to the chest, twisting around to face him again. “It’s a yes or else.”
He curled his tongue against his cheek. “That’s hot.” You waited patiently. “Of course it’s a yes.”
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“Wait. Wait, wait,” Seokjin half panted, breaking away from your mouth. It was a wonder you’d made it as far as his bedroom, let alone his bed. As soon as the Uber had dropped you off, you were on one another. It had finally happened. You were Seokjin’s girlfriend. He was your boyfriend, and now everything was right with the world.
“Let me do something.” He reached for his phone in the back pocket of his pants, rolling off you to unlock it and start clicking away. “Check your phone.”
On cue it pinged, still in your purse which had been slung on the floor. You sat up and rushed for it curiously. Laughing along the way because what was he up to? You laughed even harder when you read the notification.
Kim Seokjin sent you a relationship request.
Facebook official, huh? Check you two out. He came up from behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his breathing still a little heavy. You had quite literally kissed his face off. “Was just gonna ask you like that but I thought it might me too lame.”
“Aw. That would’ve been cute.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, looking regretful. “Second guessing the Uber now.”
“Shush.” You murmured, leaning back to kiss him softly. “I liked that too.” You were sure the driver really appreciated the cringe fest too…
Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.
The noise from both your phones interrupted you this time. You begrudgingly pulled away, looking down at the screen.
Jung Hoseok commented on a post you were tagged in: HOLY SHIT
Jung Hoseok commented on a post you were tagged in: IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING
Hwang Lina commented on a post you were tagged in: FINALLY thnk me later Seokjin 😘
Kim Namjoon commented on a post you were tagged in: marriage next 😉
Seokjin read them over your shoulder, laughing at your idiot friends as you groaned. “God. You’ll get scared away before we even start.”
He hugged you closer, kissing your cheek. “Not a chance in hell. Wanna elope?”
“Shut up,” you giggled. Despite your joking around, you didn’t think you’d ever been happier. You wanted to tell him that but then his mouth was on your earlobe. He knew that was your weakness. He was on his back and you were straddling him as soon as his tongue slipped inside the shell. If he wanted to make you all hot and bothered, a heads up would’ve been nice. You definitely weren’t tired anymore. Even more so feeling his hands drag up your thighs where your dress had ridden up. You viewed him from above, realising you must’ve tugged at his shirt a little too hard already. It was stretched around the collar, a button undone. He looked amazing. You tilted your head to the side. “Did I tell you how hot you look in a dress shirt?”
He paused to think. “Hm. You may have mentioned it a couple hundred times.” As he spoke he grabbed your butt, pulling you down to level with him. You giggled, letting him kiss your face like something possessed. He paused before he got to your mouth, murmuring sweetly. “You looked beautiful tonight.”
You pouted. “Don’t use big words to brag on my shitty vocabulary.”
He looked at you questioningly, amusement dancing in his eyes. Maybe you were still a little tipsy. That paired with the giddiness of tonight’s turn in events and it really felt like you were floating on a cloud of happiness. But it was really Seokjin’s body. Firm and large underneath you.
You really couldn’t get enough of his mouth. His taste. You think you’d kissed him way over a couple hundred times since you’d gotten (back) together. He argued and said it was more. You didn’t know, you had trouble keeping count. You couldn’t get enough of him. All perfect and pretty and amazing. He was yours. For real this time. Confirmed. Boyfriend. You smiled into his mouth at the thought again.
“What?” He chuckled, grin just as wide. He knew what. He felt it too.
“Tonight is the best night ever.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Am not.” You quipped. “You’re drunk.”
“Am not.” His lips were mashed with yours. “I’m just really fucking happy.”
You slipped your tongue into his mouth, not caring if you turned it sloppy. You wanted it to be messy. You wanted to just let yourself go. To give into every little feeling of pure joy you had in your body. It was wet and warm and sticky, and Seokjin’s hands were naughty. They slipped up your dress, over your ass, rubbing the flesh and pinged your thong with two of his fingers. Your stomach flipped. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched you like this in a while but it was the first time he’d been so blatant about it. The snap of elastic stayed ringing in your ears as you moaned. You uncontrollably rubbed against him. He grunted into your mouth and something throbbed.
You broke away from his mouth with a pop, sitting up on him wobbly. “You’re naughty, Kim Seokjin.” You scolded.
He just looked smug, a shit eating grin on his face. “Not anymore than you are.” Had you pulled at his hair without noticing? It looked a little wild. Regardless, you were getting distracted again. His hands still up your dress, gripping your ass as he rubbed you against his crotch. He was fully hard. You felt it strain against his pants and press into the pulsing between your legs.
“Mario is watching us,” he whispered. “Wants to be me.”
“Ew.” You wrinkled your nose. You’d forgotten all about that creepy figurine.
“Want me to turn him around?”
You shook your head. “He can watch.” If truth be told you couldn’t bear it if Seokjin got up right now, even if he was coming straight back. You circled harder into him, such a simple pleasure never feeling so good. Moisture grew and collected in your thong. Barely. You were a few minutes away from spoiling his dress pants. He held your weight as you leant back, letting you grind to your heart’s content.
“Does it feel good? Grinding on my dick like that?”
“Mhmm.” It was all a moan. Couldn’t think to do anything else. Such a simple way of words but it had you burning up. You’d missed what his mouth could do to you. You’d missed him like this. Memories came back, swarming the front of your mind. Clouding it. So when you felt gravity leave you, back landing on the mattress with a silent thud, you were momentarily stunned. Pinned down, wet and horny.
“What are you doing?” You gasped, which flew into a moan when you felt his crotch thrust into you.
He spread your legs, dress riding up even more, bunched up around your waist. “Protecting your modesty. Mario’s a pervert.” To give it to him, he really did want to sound causal, but his voice was strained, breathing hard and you rubbed against him shamelessly.
It was odd. You were beyond frustrated. Craving him like you never had before, but this became enough. Feeling him solid against your barely covered core, starting to thrust into you like he was actually fucking you. It was hot. It was working. It was enough. Just as pleasurable as his dick would be inside you.
Needy and raw. Messy and crude, but just so amazing. Pent up feelings finally getting their own way. You clung to him, wrapped your legs around him, rutted against him obscenely until you were a moaning, sweaty mess. Simulating sex desperately, because you needed him and wanted him any which way.
Seokjinnn,” you whined, unsticking yourself from his mouth to catch your breath. Back arching as he gripped your legs from behind the knee, thrusting forward hard.
He was panting, sweat collecting between his brow which was furrowed in effort. “C-can you cum like this?”
“Y-yeh,” you nodded eagerly. It was great you were on the same page. Sweet relief was close. It tingled through your body and curled your toes. You were so turned on you’d cum from anything right now. “Can you?”
“I think so,” he breathed into your cleavage. Mouth now distracted with kissing the tops of your breasts. Your nipples were painfully hard, desperate to be freed from the dress and desperate to feel his tongue. But not tonight. “Actually.” Seokjin knelt up, shaky hands undoing his fly and pushing his pants down to the middle of his thighs. His erection strained against the underwear and you throbbed at the sight.
“Now I can,” he grinned goofily. He moved closer, and you flattened one of your legs to the bed, letting him slide in between it and the one still folded at the knee. “I’m so hard,” he laughed breathlessly, a hand reaching down to grip his dick. You followed, unable to help yourself. Squeezing tightly. Greedily. “Fuck.” He sounded impatient and desperate, rushing to thrust into you once again. You moved your hand to his hip, holding it tightly as he held onto your knee, gaining leverage to begin rubbing into you hard. “This feels so good.” He astounded and you nodded wildly in agreement.
You were close. Not long left, and as soon as he began circling into your core, swollen and dripping by now surely, that was it. The final push. “Don’t stop.” You begged, reaching for him any way you could. “I’m g-onna… I really am…” You trailed off, laughing in disbelief.
“Yeah?”
You nodded again, words now failing you as the heat built up, body shuddering to its orgasm. Seokjin didn’t relent, circling harder as you came, until he couldn’t take it any longer and collapsed onto your body.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He was spent. Exhausted, sweaty and near orgasm himself. You shifted a little so he didn’t rub against the sensitivity still hot between your legs and let him finish off on the inside of your thigh. You could tell by how his body stiffened, a moan like grunt dragging from his throat. You moaned back, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he burrowed his behind your waist. You clung to one another, both masses of sweat. Heavy breathed and unable to talk for a little while.
It was Seokjin that came to first surprisingly. Despite practically dying to get you both to cum. He laughed into the crook of your neck, and you looked down at him curiously. He rolled off you a little. Hair stuck to his forehead. “Jesus fucking christ. Feel like a teenager just done humping my pillow.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t do that anymore?”
His eyes widened. “You do?”
You nodded as you wriggled free from him fully and pulled down your dress. Your underwear clung to you. You felt extra sticky now that you’d cooled down. “It’s a valid form of masturbation.”
“Well, shit. You’ll have to show me sometime.”
You laughed, sitting up. Seokjin stayed lying down, looking up you with the softest look in his eyes. He was definitely exhausted from all the humping. “Shit. Sandeul isn’t here right?” You hadn’t thought about that before, severely distracted as you’d rushed into the apartment.
“I dunno. I can’t remember if his door was closed or not.” Jin rolled onto his back, shimmying his pants up. “Oh well. Not like he wasn’t used to it before. Won’t take him long to adjust again.” He shot you a smirk and you giggled. “Wanna shower or something?”
You groaned. It was too late to shower, and you were tired again, but there was no way you could stay like this. You jumped off the bed, grabbing your stuff that had a permanent home at his place already. “I’ll clean up quick and get ready for bed.”
“I’ll go after you.” He pulled a face, adjusting his crotch. “Bit gross.”
Laughing, you stopped beside him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Wanna go first?”
“Nah. It’s fine.” He smiled. “I need a moment anyway. Whew.”
On your way out you paused by Mario, twisting him to face the wall. You winked in Seokjin’s direction. “For next time.”
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You were tucked up in bed trying to stay awake on your phone when Seokjin came back from his shower. “Near naked?” Damn. What did you do to be gifted with such a sight. You’d seen him come out the shower a few times since you’d gotten together, towel slung around his waist, or watched him get dressed before you went out somewhere, but he hadn’t gone to bed in just his boxers. He better watch it, you’d jump his bones again.
“I’m so hot.” He moaned. Tell you about it. Although you didn’t think he meant that type of hot. “That was a bigger work out than the gym.”
“Not used to it anymore.” You teased, pulling up his side of the duvet so he could get in. As soon as he did you were attached to him, cuddling up. “You lied to me by the way,” you murmured, pulling away as you dragged your hand down his chest.
“Hm?” He looked confused.
“Remember you said you didn’t have abs anymore…”
He took a moment to think before he scoffed. “That was ages ago, but these are not abs regardless.”
“Are to.”
“Are not.” He tried to pull the comforter up, attempting to cover his body. “This is just normal. I mean, I can try and get them back for you?”
“Shut up,” you exclaimed. “Really, Seokjin?” You clung to his neck. “I don’t care about things like that. I like you any which way. I really like you.” You emphasised, placing a lingering kiss on his cheek.
“Get off,” he chuckled. You could feel his grin underneath your lips.
You buried your face in his neck instead, showering it with little kisses. “I think you’re hot, Hot, HOT anyway.”
He was laughing loudly now, grabbing your elbows to try and push you away. “Tickles,” he whined. “You’re crazy.” You sprung from him as soon as he began tickling under your armpits. Relenting instantly, head falling back into the pillows with a cry.
“I think you’re hot too,” he whispered, leaning over you, mouth now on your neck as one of his hands ran up your side, cupping your boob gently. “Grinding on me. Making me lose my shit. Only you could make me cum like that… In my fucking underwear.” You giggled, squirming under him as he growled and nibbled your earlobe. You were heating up again, a fool to his words. But of course your body had to betray you. A yawn escaped. You didn’t even know you’d been holding it in.
“You’re tired,” he commented, pulling back to push stray strands of hair away from your face.
“Mmm,” you admitted, eyes heavy and begging to be closed.
He kissed the tip of your nose. “Let’s go to sleep.”
There was no point arguing. Besides, it just felt too good being wrapped up in Seokjin’s arms once he’d flicked the lamp off. “Goodnight girlfriend,” he murmured in your ear, shaking you a little when you only hummed in response, half asleep. “Say it back.”
‘Goodnight girlfriend.”
“Nooo,” he whined, squeezing you.
You giggled, entwining your hand with his. You were just teasing. “Goodnight boyfriend.”
Written 2019. Reworked/Edited 2020
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© floralseokjin 2020
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A/N: Whoo! This is finally done, and I’m quite happy to say that smut is easy and fun to write! I will be posting a weekly/bi-weekly schedule tomorrow that I can truly follow now due to getting my mental health in check. The third drabble will be posted tomorrow as well. Feedback would be appreciated!!
Based on this ask from my Drabble NSFW Asks: anonymous said: For the nsfw drabble: d, 3, 63, and dom!hoseok, possibly an abo au? Id kill for a good dom/Alpha au rn love you btw
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3: “You’re such a useless whore.”
63: “Keep going, bitch. I want to see tears rolling down your cheeks.”
Pairing: Dom!Jung Hoseok X Reader ABO!AU
Genre: Drabble
Word Count: 2164 (Not really a drabble anymore huh?)
Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT
Cause every single touch don't mean a thing
And every time you're calling out my name
We know that it's just not to be alone
We’re loving like we're animals (Animals by Alex & Sierra)
Receiving the text had caused a rush of heat to flow through me, and I clenched my thighs as I licked my lips:
Hosuck: My apartment, NOW
I hadn't graced him with a response as I hurriedly shoved my books into my bag and bid my study group adieu for the day.
"Where are you going, Y/N?" My best friend, Kim Taehyung, asked, concern etched onto his features.
"Heading home for the night Tae, don't worry about me." He stood quickly and grabbed my arm, his nostrils flaring as he scented what I tried hard to conceal.
"You're going to see him, right? Don't lie to me, I can smell you Y/N." He shook his head at the small noise I made in protest. "I thought you were done with him, all he's going to do is hurt you, he doesn't care about you."
Pulling my arm away, I narrowed my eyes, "I know Tae, all we do is fuck, and it's none of your business who and what I do."
The growl that reverberated through the room caused a shiver to run through me and I whined, tilting my head to show submission to the angry alpha in front of me. Taehyung's eyes widened and he backed away from me, "Shit Y/N, I-"
My eyes watered as I glared at him, "Forget it Tae." I left him there, rushing out of the library with shame coursing through me at the display I had just given every Alpha in the room. Taehyung had never handled me in that way before, albeit how unusual and pressing it was for an Alpha and Omega to be best friends, we could control our instincts around each other. It was upsetting, and I worried my lower lip between my teeth as I debated blowing Hoseok off for the night so I could go home and have a good cry.
As I passed his dorm complex, I could smell Hoseok, surprise rang through me at that, and I hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Entering the entryway, I glanced around and found Seokjin hurrying to the entrance, shoes barely on and a strange look on his face.
"Jin?"
He realized it was me standing there and breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh Y/N, thank gods."
I cocked my head as he pulled me into a quick hug, the comforting scent of a Beta wrapping around me. "What is it?"
"It's Hobi, he went into heat early, I barely got out of there."
My eyes widened as I realized the issue, and I pushed Jin away, "No, no. Hobi and I agreed not during heats. You know as well as I do what could happen."
Jin's eyes twinkled as he grinned, "Well, that wouldn't be a bad thing, now would it?"
"He doesn't feel the same as I do, Jin." I mumbled, turning away and hanging my head. "I'm gonna go, just call Hanyu for him, he needs another Alpha to help him." I started to turn, pushing the door open as I went, cutting Jin off mid-sentence and hurrying home.
After arriving back at my apartment, I stripped and showered, trying to keep my mind from thoughts of Hanyu and Hoseok together. Finishing up quickly, I threw on some comfy, yet old, pajamas and settled in front of the TV for a good binging session of Say Yes to the Dress. Sighing, I shoved a spoonful of rocky road ice cream into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully as I thought of myself in the brides’ places with Hoseok as the-
Okay, ending that train of thought right now.
Sitting up fully, I set the ice cream down on the coffee table in front of me, stretching my arms above me when I heard a loud bang come from the front door of my apartment. Before I could react, a sweaty, shirtless, Hoseok came into my living room and the overwhelming scent of cinnamon was washing over me. I let out a low whine and showed my neck to the Alpha before me, slick gathering between my legs at an alarming rate.
“I texted you,” Hoseok growled, fangs on display and anger making his eyes grow gold with his Alpha fully presenting.
“Jin told me it was your heat and-” I gasped as I was suddenly pressed up against the wall, Hoseok’s knee between my legs and his teeth at my throat, his nose rubbing against my cheek.
“I called you,” I froze, my mouth going dry and I glanced towards my phone sitting on the coffee table. If Hoseok had called me in the midst of his heat did that mean...? No, I wasn’t going to go there, he wasn’t thinking straight and neither was I due to his scent wrapping me in cinnamon cloves. The Omega part of me wanted to just submit to the Alpha scenting me, it wanted me to spread my legs and take him like a bitch in heat.
I had to stay focused, if I let myself go then Hoseok could accidentally mark me, and I didn't want the Alpha to be angry when he came back to his senses, marking an Omega like me. I felt the nip before I saw him move, the growl resurfacing, "Why do you smell like another Alpha?"
"It's just Taehyung, I was at a study group with him and-" Hoseok shut me up with a bruising kiss, his tongue licking into my mouth as if to gather every bit of my essence for his own. I keened, my back arching into his body as his knee pressed against my center, rubbing against my clenching entrance. A blush coated my body at the feeling of slick running in rivulets down my parted thighs, I was sure by now I had soaked through his jeans.
"He touched you, he touched what's mine." He had pulled away from my mouth, licking at my lips now. His words had me gasping as I ground against him, euphoria washing through me at the blooming feeling of hope in my chest.
"H-Hoseok..." This was dangerous, I was letting myself slip into his rut, into him, and yet I loved it, I was excited by it. I clenched against him, trying to hold myself back, as well as trying to stop more slick from escaping; the wet sounds of my grinding against his thigh were a bit embarrassing. "Please..." I broke, giving in to his lust and my love.
The salacious grin I was grace with let me know I was in trouble for running away. "Good girl." The rumbling of Hoseok's Alpha voice set me on fire, and I gripped his hair before pulling his lips to mine, fighting for dominance with my tongue and tracing his canines gently. Hoseok groaned, rutting his hips into my belly, and I realized just how affected he was by me.
Steel pressed into my stomach, rubbing a burning trail along my navel and making me beg for more. Hoseok happily obliged, flinging me over his shoulder and spanking my ass as he did, the keening cry I let out urging him on quicker to my bedroom. The air split around me as I was thrown onto my mattress, a soft oof leaving me at the force of his throw. A ripping sound echoed around us as I realized he had ripped my pajama shorts and panties in half, tossing the tattered threads behind him as he set his gaze upon what he wanted.
"Hey! Those were expensive!" I was more upset at the loss of my favorite pair of lacy panties than my sleep shorts, and even though he was the Alpha he needed to know what he had done.
"I'll buy you as many pairs as you want, just let me touch you now." Hoseok growled, his hands already sliding up my thighs as he crawled towards my center. His devilish tongue lashed out and licked a burning stripe up my slit, causing me to cry out at the pleasure. "Just like that baby girl, let everyone know what's going on." The puff of his hot breath against my core made me tremble, his lips brushing against my clit with every word he spoke.
Glancing down, I saw his golden eyes watching me as he lapped at me, a slow grin curving at his lips before he truly set out to devour me whole. Almost immediately, two fingers were shoved deep into my pussy, stretching me and hitting my g-spot in rapid, quick strokes. I keened and clawed at his hair, pressing him deeper into me, craving the pleasure he so willingly gave. His tongue lashed me, swirling about my clit and then tapping it quickly, keeping me so close to the edge but not letting me get there.
"You're such a useless whore, letting me have my way with this pretty pussy while you just whine and cry." Again, his words caused me such great pleasure, lips teasing my clit in such a perfect way that I cried out and came, stars shining in my head.
When I came back down from my high, Hoseok had undressed himself the rest of the way, his golden eyes watching my chest heave from under my vest top, and lips still shiny from my release. "Get rid of that before I do it for you." I scrambled to pull it over my head, so I wouldn't have to deal with yet another ripped item of clothing, and watched as his gaze zeroed in on my chest, more specifically, the way my nipples hardened under his watch. My own gaze focused on his leaking length, the purple head absolutely dripping with precum and his balls heavy with his release. I tracked the veins that wrapped his steely shaft, and watched how his knot flared gently at his base, ready to lock me to him.
I went to move onto my knees to give him some relief before Hoseok held me back, "Later, now I want you to ride me." I nodded and sat up, watching as his cock bobbed while he settled against my pillows, a grin lighting up his face as I crawled over him, slick dripping onto him. I took him in hand and held his head against my entrance, breath hitching as I pressed down, my body taking him with slight difficulty as he seemed to be much larger than normal. I moaned as I sank onto him, my clit rubbing against his navel with every breath.
At the slow growl that left him, I started to move, my hips pounding down onto him with such force the bed creaked in protest. The slick sounds of our coupling entranced him, as he watched where we were joined with rapt attention, licking his lips and letting out groans of pleasure. Every slap of my body against his had my energy sapping and a whine flying from my throat, a sudden, sharp smack to my ass had me jolting and opening my eyes to see the Alpha, my Alpha watching me.
“Keep going, bitch. I want to see tears rolling down your cheeks.” I obliged, slamming myself harder with each smack against my rapidly-bruising ass cheeks, my slick pooling onto his stomach by this point and making everything that much wetter. Tears started to gather in my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling, Hoseok's cock swelling with each stroke. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his mouth into mine, licking into me and making me taste my own pleasure on his tongue. I kissed him back with as much vigor, pushing myself to finish with my Alpha, as his knot was catching on me with every pull out.
Hoseok pulled away from my mouth and trailed kissed down my neck, nibbling little galaxies into my skin and making me cry out his name. "Shit," He growled out, hands grabbing my thighs and nails digging in deep enough to make me feel the bruises I would have. He thrust up with a force I didn't know he had and shoved his knot into my waiting pussy, his cum flooding me and filling me to the brim. His teeth were in my scent gland in a flash, and I keened and came around him, walls pulsating and milking more of his seed from him, my own, slightly smaller canines digging into his scent gland, marking Hoseok as mine.
Hoseok smiled at his mate, her sleeping figure covered in love bites and bruises from his hands, sufficiently marking her as his. Of course, the mark that covered her scent gland attested to that fact, and the many other rounds that had followed the initial marking. Their combined scents of cinnamon cloves and jasmine surrounded him and made his Alpha happy; they had their Omega, finally, and no one could take her from them. She truly was his wolfsbane.
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Just a Taste
Vampire!Billy Hargrove x Reader (female)
Word count: 1.6K
Warnings: badly written smut, first time writing smut, periods mentioned, blood mentioned,blood play(?), under age drinking, drunk sex, oral sex (female recieving), consent does not remain enthusiastic consent. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the idea of blood or period sex.This first chapter is literally just p*rn (shh don’t tell the bots), please God forgive me.
SMUT BELOW THE CUT, be cautious young readers.
Billy Hargrove was gorgeous. Warm skin and golden hair made it easy to make girls crazy about him. However, people were starting to notice that once a girl got with him, they would avoid his gaze, like they were scared.
Y/n had been feeling pretty good about herself lately, having gotten good grades for the last few weeks and had started running to give herself a hobby that didn’t involve school. So she decided to reward herself by going to a party with one of her close friends, Nancy Wheeler. She drank a little too much, getting very tipsy. Then she felt hands on her hips, crotch rubbing up against her as she felt an all too familiar ache in her belly.
“Hey princess,” a voice cooed in her ear. “How about we get outta here, hm? You smell real good.” He purred, her shivering. “Okay.” She slurred a little, very aware of his body against hers. Especially his hard on. As she stumbled through the crowded party, she thought about what the hell she was doing. Was she really about to let the most desired guy in school take her virginity? Yes. Yes she was. Admittedly, she wasn’t the most fond of really debating her actions when it came to guys who showed her interest. It had gotten her heart in trouble a few times.
They made it out of the party, away from the smell of sweat, alcohol and vomit, Billy leading her into the woods. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere special.” They made it to a little cabin, the place empty. He led her through the semi musty cabin, flicking on lights until they entered the room he had been looking for. His lips were on her in an instant, forceful and hungry. He walked her backwards, hands firmly on her ass. Her vision was already blurry, but the white dots now dancing in her vision seemed to finally bring it to her brains attention that her lungs were burning. She ripped herself away from him, breathing hard. He nipped at her lip, her hands going to grip his biceps. Another ache hit her lower body, much more intense than the first time. He pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her. He lifted her a little, moving her farther up the bed so he had plenty of access to the heat between her legs. “I need a taste.” He groaned, an animalistic noise following as he pulled her jeans off. “W-wait. I’m on my period.”
“I know.”
His pupils had become huge. But she didn’t get much of a chance to look as he pushed her panties to the side, testingly licking a stripe up her slit. He let out a groan, wrapping his arms around her thighs. “Delicious.” Those...those were fangs. He had fangs. Holy shit. She scrambled for anything to help her pull away, gripping the bedding to inch herself away from the thing between her legs. “Hey, baby, its alright. I won’t hurt you. I’ll make you feel incredible.” He promised with a wide smile. She was terrified. He used a little bit more of his strength, holding her thighs down on the bed. “I haven’t eaten in so long.” She shook her head. She couldn’t find it in herself to do anything, fear swallowing any words she wanted to say. He started lapping at her slit, glancing up every so often to watch her face. He moved one of his hands, middle finger pushing into her, her biting back a moan, leaning up onto her elbows to watch him carefully. He sucked a little too harshly on her clit, drawing a little yelp of overstimulation from her lips. A second finger slipped into her, the metallic smell of iron invading the air.
She wanted to hide when he pulled his hand away from her heat, but couldn’t, watching him lick his fingers. Then that hand grabbed her again, a little blood left on her hip. A moan was ripped out of her when his tongue dipped in between her folds, teasing her entrance. She reached down, tentatively tangling her fingers in some of his curls, using her other hand to loop her pointer finger around one of his that were gripping her thighs. She wanted to feel involved if this was what was happening. It must’ve been the influence of that alcohol with some punch in it that she had been drinking because it was almost irresistible to start petting his hair, just a little. Her thighs started shaking, him smirking up at her as he lapped up the blood that kept him ‘alive’. She came with a shocked gasp, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. He kept going, her thighs trying to come together to stop him from teasing her, but his grip kept her from going anywhere. He suddenly got up, blood on his face practically from his chin to his nose, his arm wiping over his mouth in a failed attempt to clean himself up.
“Take it off.” He tugged on the top she was still wearing, tossing his own to the floor behind them, quickly moving to the belt at his hips. Y/n pulled off her top and bra, watching him wiggle his pants off, letting out a little laugh as he almost face planted, tight jeans not allowing him to gracefully undress. Vodka worked wonders to suppress the nervous system she was finding. “Turn over. Hands and knees.” He practically growled, her obeying quickly. He entered without warning, Y/n gasping sharply at the pain. He moved his hand to underneath her for support, thankfully giving her a little bit of time to adjust. He started thrusting, her biting her lip rather hard until the stinging pain turned into pleasant pressure. He kissed her shoulder in a surprisingly gentle gesture. “You taste even better than I thought.” He let out another groan, her shivering as a hand slid up to grab her breast. He got faster, her letting out a moan, relieved for it to finally feel good. Sharp teeth grazed her neck, drawing a whimper of fear from her.
“Just a little taste, barely feel it. Promise.” He whispered, lips against her ear. His voice was thick with want, cock throbbing inside her. The prick of his teeth in his neck made her mewl in a way that had her feeling pathetic. He reached down and began to rub slow circles against her clit to distract her. Billy drank for what felt like an eternity, Y/n never more thankful in her life than for the moment he decided he was full. “So tight.” He grunted before turning his attention back to her neck, gently licking at the wound he’d caused. Y/n was feeling light headed. “F-fuck.” She whined, him slowing down, the harshness of his thrusts increasing. The coil that had been steadily growing in her lower belly was about to snap. He kissed her shoulder, heavy breath fanning over her ear. “Come on, baby. Let go.” He practically purred as she released around him. “Fucking hell, you feel so good.” He was getting close himself. And it wasn’t going to happen quietly. “How’s it feel, giving your virginity to a monster? Sinful?” He asked, bitterness seeping into his voice as he refused to slow down his movement against her clit. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, him becoming a little louder, previously keeping his groans and moans as quiet as he could. He came with a choked gasp, teeth pinching her skin as he bit her shoulder (not hard enough to drink this time though). He pulled out, Y/n falling forward, her breath ragged. He stayed hovering over her, hearing him pull deep breathes into his lungs even if it wasn’t really a requirement of survival any more. He turned her over, putting her legs around his hips. He leaned over her and kissed her hard, Y/n choosing to ignore the unpleasant taste of blood as he became gentler. He stole a few more softer kisses, kisses of comfort and appreciation. He dropped his head to her shoulder, her turning to gently bump her forehead against him. He then got up, leaving her in the bed. As soon as Y/n heard water running in the other room, she scrambled for her clothes. She managed to get her bra and top on, hearing the water cut off. He came back in with a wet dish towel, any evidence of her blood gone from his body. Damn that was fast. “Oh are you going?” He asked, her pants halfway up her legs. She nodded, him coming to stand in front of her. “Here, sit.” He pulled her panties down, wiping her off wherever blood was visible. “Can I drive you home?” She tasted drunk. “Okay.” Her voice was soft as he helped her fumbling fingers with her buttons. “Thanks.” She murmured and looked for her shoes. He was smiling when she looked back up.
“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed...your teeth.”
“Most don’t.” He got dressed, watching her sitting on the bed from the corner of his eye. She was the best so far. He’d been watching her for awhile but she didn’t strike him as easy to convince nor was she usually in scenarios where what they just did would be easily explainable. She held his hand as they walked through the woods, trying not to trip, her exhaustion written on her features. He thought it was cute. Most humans were. Her neck was still bleeding a little, Billy pulling out a little first aid kit he kept in his glove box when they got in the car, putting a Transformers bandaid (it was all that they had) on her neck.
He pulled into her driveway. She didn’t tell him where she lived. Maybe. “Thanks.” He didn’t say anything. “See you around I guess.” She got out of the car. Billy sat and watched her stumble into her house.
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The Arrangement Pt. 7
WARNINGS: SMUT. DubCon/Definite NonCon.
Hey!!! SMUTTY SUNDAY!!!! This is Dark!Ubbe and this fic could make some people uncomfortable. I have put the trigger warnings in the tags and also in the Warning section! Other than that, for those of you who do decide to take a gander below the break… If you would like to be ADDED/Removed from the taglist! Let me know! Enjoy!
Catch up Here!!!
There was not such thing as open with him. You’d figured this out through his lack of communication and though he liked to talk, he rambled and the conversation other than moment you two were in, had no meaning.
“I’m going to the store.” Ubbe peaks into the room you two shared.
Your stretched across the California King bed with the first good book you’ve read since high school. “Okay.”
“Do you want something?”
“No, thanks.”
He says nothing once he leaves, just closes the door. You listen as he hits the steps and then the door. The car engine starts and you’re up. You climb out of the bed and head downstairs. He spent most of his time in his study. He never allowed you in there, you assumed because he counted over one million dollars and hid in the room one night, but at this point money was not what you desired from him. You wanted to feel human with him. It’s easy to pick the lock. Bending down you slide the hair pin into the lock fiddling until you hear it click and the door pops opens. You check outside again, making sure he’s still gone.
The office is warm, not just in temperature but colors. Like Ubbe’s clothing it was all black with dark mahogany wood like his bedroom. There is a picture of a woman and four kids. You recognize the faces of his brothers and the woman must be his mother, he never talked about her. You admirable the past Ubbe. His smile was wide and innocent. There in the picture he’d half hugged his mother and there was none of the dark bleakness you’d seen over the past few months.
You move past the picture to the desk with the large safe. Out of curiosity you lean down turning the knob to zero. You put your ear to the safe and beginning turning it. You’d done this so many times it seemed to come naturally. After five minutes the safe is unlocked and you open the heavy chrome door. It’s no surprise that there is a stack of money as high as the safe itself. All 100-dollar bills and all banded and organized. The old you would have taken the money and hauled ass to a plane but this new you… had a thing for this demon. You look at the back of the safe and see a picture. Carefully you slide the picture from the safe realizing it wasn’t a picture but an obituary.
Modesto Lucero-Lothbrok born, April 18th, 1987 in Long Beach California died at the age of twenty-five. You skim down the obituary skipping little things and then you see it. Modesto is survived by her husband Ubbe Lothbrok and a host of other friends and family.
It made sense. You shake you head sliding down to the ground. He was guarded because he’d already experienced the worst life had to offer. You place the obituary down, and you’re tempted to take a stack and leave because there is no way that he will ever be able to open up to you. This little relationship you’d developed with him is likely the best that it gets.
A hand bunches your hair tugging you up to your feet. Your pushed chest down against the desk, shaking. “I wasn’t stealing.” You plead.
“No you were being nosey.” Ivar sneers in your ear. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He chuckles. He spreads your legs. “Now what would Ubbe say if I told him you were in here stealing from him, again?” He nips at your ear, grazing his teeth and then biting down hard. He pushes your dress up. “Can I taste what all the rave is about?”
“Please, I just wanted to see what…”
“Answer my fucking question, Y/N?” It doesn’t matter what you say for it’s too late. His thick finger prods into you once and then twice and your body fails you as you become wet. Fear and arousal were one in the same for you now. He drags his finger across your swollen clit and leans closer to you. “You’re always fucking ready aren’t you.” You feel him pressed against your thigh, thick and hard. “No wonder he wanted to keep you tied up.” He pumps his fingers into you faster and you find yourself panting. You swat at his hand and like a vice grip he pins your hands above your head with one hand. “I could fuck you right here…” He threatens.
“Ivar.” You feel the wave of pleasure starting to flow. “I’m his…”
“Do you think I give a damn?” He laughs feeling you come around his fingers. “You dirty slut, you.” Your body spasms lightly, making you feel a hit of guilt and you shouldn’t. His fingers leave you and he turns you around to face him. “You’re only alive because I okayed it. Remember that when you think you want to tell him about this. And stay out of his shit. Get out.” He pushes you to the door.
Ubbe returns with a few groceries and clothes for you. He liked to shop, that you liked. There wasn’t an amount of soap that could get the feel of guilt off you. You’d showered over an hour locking yourself in the room until you heard Ubbe’s voice.
“I got food.” He smirks. “Why are you already showered?” Ubbe opens the fridge tossing in the food. You go behind him fixing the food.
“I just got tired.”
“You’ve been reading that trash all day.” He chuckled. “We can do something if you want?”
“Whatever you want,” You can’t fake a smile as Ivar strolls in the room looking you up and down. You’re rigid. “I’ll leave you two.”
“Ivar’s leaving…” Ubbe adds grabbing your arm for you to stay in the room. “He wants to talk about the heist. Go ahead and tell her, we have shit to do.”
“Next week you are meeting with Marcus.” Ivar bites into the apple staring at you with an arrogance you can’t stand. “You sure you can handle being alone with him?”
Your eyes widened and Ubbe steps in pushing him out of the kitchen. “Go, we will see you later.” Ubbe closes the door behind him returning to the kitchen staring at you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing?”
“You were happier earlier.” He said plainly. “Am I boring you?”
“No.” You answer quickly. “You’re not.”
“Okay.” He steps closer to you and he leans against the counter across from you, folding his arms across his chest. “I am not good at this shit… I haven’t been in a relationship in a while. And my last,” He pauses. “I was a different person from who I am now.”
“Who were you then?”
“Someone who was weak and unguarded. I allowed things to happen that shouldn’t have in my life and it cost me some things I can’t get back. So, no I can’t express my feelings to you, Y/N. I don’t even know what they are really.”
“So, why did you even offer me a deal?” You touch his face hesitantly and he doesn’t move as your finger flows down the Xs on his face. He closes his eyes. “Why not make me another x?”
“Because.” He doesn’t answer.
“Was the arrangement you little fucked up way of a first date?”
Ubbe’s face actually softens and turns a pretty shade of pink. “Likely.”
“A simple steak and fuck would have sufficed.”
“I can offer you the fuck now, if you cook the steaks I bought later?”
“I can handle this arrangement,” You tug him closer to you knowing that it would be the only dominant thing you got to do. Ubbe tosses you over his shoulder and carries you down stairs to the torture room which had grown from your worst nightmare to your favorite room in the house. He strapped you into the manacles and left you hanging there naked and anticipating.
The cool air flows from the vents, hitting your chest, making your brown nipples become erect. Ubbe’s stands before you, admiring for a moment. He grabs the small silver clip clamping them down on your breast. You squirm for a moment as he tightens them and then steps back returning to his drawer. He returns with a small chrome rolling pin with small spikes coming from it. Your eyes grow large and he gives you that demon like smile.
“What?”
“What is that?”
“It’s not wax.”
“It looks like a murder weapon.” You say jokingly.
“I haven’t killed anyone with it.” He adds. He is in front of you and then he squats rolling the pin up your thighs. The sensation is odd but enjoyed as he traces your inner thighs and then up your stomach. He stands and pulls of the clamps from your breast. It sends a rush of pain and then pleasure through your body and he rolls the pin over it. The ecstasy from the sensation makes your mouth water and your panting grows shallower. He pulls the other and repeats it dropping the pin to the ground. He pushes a finger inside of you, then two and then three. He pumps until your nearly there and the turns you around on the manacles. He reaches for the roller again and sends the picks over your cheeks. “I want your ass.” He whispers. His finger circles your rim and he pushes in gently. It’s unfamiliar and tense. He leaves you and returns again and you feel the small plug slide into you. Its cold foreign but your body conform around it as he moves it in and out. He leaves it and turns you back to face him. “Not today though.” He smirks. You watch as he lines himself and then lowers the manacles down from the ceiling. He starts to fuck you, deep and hard. This feeling of being consumed by him is tantalizingly dangerous. His hands travel up your back pulling you down to meet him with each thrust. Ubbe locks eyes with you and for the first time you see something under all that darkness and all you want to scream is that you won’t break his heart.
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mavelfanatic said:
Hi! I was wondering if could write a oneshot with FLUFFY AF smut. Like all the I Love Yous and Are You Okays? With cuddles and fluff because I desperately need fluffiness rn. With either Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes. Thx!!
Characters: Bucky x reader
Summary: Your relationship with Bucky hasn’t progressed farther than the occasional heated makeout… Until one fateful evening when everything changes.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ PLEASE AND THANKS, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), General fluffiness, adorable and observant Bucky (best warning ever), bad editing sorry I did this quickly bc uni papers
Words: 1988
A/N: Alright so this is my first time writing smut pls be gentle I am but a novice perv, also THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I DO REGULARLY SO DON’T REQUEST SMUT
When he woke up next to you on that fateful morning, Bucky Barnes had to remind himself how to breathe. His eyes fluttered open, the small patches of sun that filtered through the curtains of his bedroom entered rather unpleasantly into his sight.
He groaned, stretching his arms out widely to the sides until he softly bumped into your body. He’d almost forgotten about last night.
With wide eyes, he rolled over on his side almost too eagerly, fearing his jolted movements might have woken you. He sighed in content and relief when he saw you, still happily asleep on the pillow next to him.
His eyes softened at the sight of you, hair somehow perfectly fixed behind your shoulders which rose and fell with every passing breath. The covers barely concealed your naked figure, the sheets just pulling above your nearly exposed breasts. Bucky sucked in a breath, he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.
The thing is Bucky had been in love with you for so long now that the surreal image in front of him, of you sleeping peacefully looking like an absolute angel in bed - in his bed - felt more like a dream than reality. He pinched himself gently on the flesh arm and was gleefully relieved to feel the nip of pain on his bicep.
He was only centimeters away from your face, eyes flicking onto every part of you that he so desperately wanted to memorize. Gingerly, and perhaps unconsciously, he reached out a pressed his flesh hand to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone ever so gently.
You stirred at the feeling of his warm hand, humming contently and whispering out his name with a sleepy smile cast across your features. Bucky swore it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, his name through your lips.
In that instantly he was transported back to the previous night, before he’d ended up in bed with you, before he even remotely expected to wake up like this with you.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Didn’t think you were coming out tonight.” Steve’s voice caught Bucky’s attention in the midst of one of Tony’s all too crowded parties.
“Well, I know Bucky would be absolutely lost without me.”
“Easy, you haven’t been together that long.” Steve laughed.
Bucky stared at you, speechless as he gawked at how perfect you looked in the dress you were wearing, how it fit you in all the right places. He had to remind himself to close his mouth.
“Hey Buck.” You smiled when your eyes landed on him.
“Hey.” He croaked back, swallowing thickly as you strode past everyone else and deliberately sat right next to him on the sofa.
You smelled so good, the perfume you were wearing invaded Bucky’s senses the moment you got into position beside him. God, he was convinced that your scent was the most intoxicating thing on the planet.
Ever since you’d joined the team, Bucky’d had this primal attraction to you. He bounced back and forth between wanting to wrap you in soft blankets and kiss every inch of your face, and wanting to throw you against a wall and make you his. Tonight he was somewhere in between.
You smiled up at him brightly, “You seem kinda distracted.” You muttered.
“You look absolutely stunning.” He said, long before he could stop himself.
Your eyes went wide at his comment, “Thanks.”
“God, I can’t believe how fucking good you look.” He mumbled, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
“You okay?”
“No,” He said, looking at you, “I’m not,”
A smirk danced along your lips, knowing exactly what he meant. Your relationship had never stemmed past heavy makeout sessions, yet at least, and you had a sneaking suspicion that that fact might change tonight.
“Really?” You asked.
Bucky half glared at you, knowing he was most likely in for a night of teasing if he wasn’t careful.
“Well, if you make an excuse to get out of here as soon as possible, maybe we can do something about that.”
That was it, that was all he needed to stand up rather abruptly and take you by the wrist, half dragging you out of the party with a stupidly large boyish grin on his face.
By the time you’d gotten back to his apartment, half of your dress had already been taken off, his lips attacked any part of your chest he could find as the soft sound of your moans filled the room.
Your fingers carded through his hair, tugging on it gently and earning a grunt from him. He’d always been a sucker for hair pulling, and it played right into your hand when he had you like this.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist firmly as he pressed you against the wall. He thought he just might die when he heard the sound that came out of your mouth when he ground his crotch into you from this new angle.
“Bucky.”
The whisper that came out as a moan from deep in your throat make him suck harshly on your neck, no doubt leaving an impressive bruise there as memorabilia for the next day.
He lifted you, moving until he legs hit the bed, where he laid you down and climbed on top of you, removing the rest of your dress in the process.
Raising himself up to get a view of your near naked body, he grunted when he saw the matching set of lingerie you were wearing.
The tug at the bottom of his shirt was a signal, and he knew it. He hadn’t thought this part through yet, about having you see his scar.
You noticed his hesitation, “Buck.” You cooed.
His eyes met yours and he smiled softly at you.
“It’s me.” You said calmly.
“I know.”
“I love you for everything you are.”
Now that he didn’t know.
“You…”
“Love you, yes.”
“(Y/N)…” He whispered, before his lips came crashing back down on yours, only breaking once when the fabric of his shirt was lifted over his head.
You traced the line of his scar, whispering ‘I love you’s desperately in between feverish kisses.
Bucky’s head was spinning. He’d never felt like this before about anyone, never so completely enamored, never so in love.
By the time your bra and panties came off, Bucky figured he’d died and gone to heaven. Your body was the most blissful, gorgeous thing he’d looked at. Ever.
His pants were off so quickly, he was sure he’d given himself rug burn.
He crawled between your legs, his face mere inches from your heat. You whined out, the anticipation of having him so close building inside of you. He reached a finger forward and gently began circling your clit.
A sharp cry came out of your mouth at the stimulation he was giving you. There seemed to be a way about his movements, how smooth they were, it drove you insane.
The kisses that he trailed up you thighs made your legs shake, your hands reaching forward to tug at his soft locks even more. He took the cue, and latching his lips snugly around your clit.
A high pitched moan of delight made Bucky laugh into you, the vibrations driving even more wild than before. There was no question in your mind that Bucky knew exactly how to please a woman, and he had every intention of taking him time on you.
His name was the only word you mouth could produce, seemingly your brain had forgotten all others. He was the only thing that occupied your thoughts.
He inserted a single finger, still lapping away at your sensitive nub, and began pumping his way in and out of you. His long slender finger curved upwards and hit exactly where you needed him, another low moan coming from you in approval.
A few more kisses were pressed to your inner thighs before he got back on top of you, positioning himself carefully at your entrance. You placed a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes deeply for a moment.
The whole world melted away for a few seconds, the only one’s existing in the universe you were the two of you.
You reached forward and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. Such a small gesture, but one that held great meaning and more significantly, great love.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving something quite as much as I have you.” You whispered, words only for his ears.
The kiss that he planted on your lips was enough of his reply, enough of his own version of an ‘I love you’. That was when he thrusted into you sharply, causing a low moan to escape your lips, captured by his kiss.
His movements were slow, but held a level of franticness, as if he might never get the opportunity to make love to you like this ever again. But you would do everything in your power to make sure he did.
“Is this okay?” He asked you, slowing his rhythm in between his grunts to look into your eyes, searching for an answer.
“Yes, of course.” You said, before he began entering you even deeper than being, hitting your spot with every thrust causing you to cry out his name.
His metal hand grabbed at your thigh, lifting your leg up and over his shoulder, his cock enter you at a depth that made you see stars.
“Oh my god!” You cried out, tugging him down by the back of the neck, kissing him desperately.
Your tongues entered each other’s mouths in a frantic expression of passion and he continued to fuck you with love you had never experienced before.
“Fuck, (Y/N).” He grunted.
You could feel your climax building, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long the way that Bucky was treating you.
“I’m close.” You whined, and Bucky knew exactly what to do next.
His metal fingers brushed against your clit a few times, the coldness making your eyes roll back into your head and he slowly thrusted into you deeply.
He pined his forehead against yours, eyes locking onto each other as he felt you begin to spasm around him. His lips pressed against yours again, a soft, barely audible “I love you.” Finally passing through them.
And that was all it took.
Your orgasm came crashing down on you harder than it ever had before, moans of his name and heavy breathing were the only sounds that could be heard in the room.
“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, “Fucking shit, there I am.”
Bucky’s own high presented itself, hot ropes of his cum filling you as he continued to thrust sloppily through it all.
He soon collapsed on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together in a comforting way.
You began to trace patterns on his back, little designs and drawings here and there as his arms circled your waist, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“I love you.” He repeated, with a small laugh.
You pressed a kiss to his temple, “I love you too.”
“Bucky?”
You soft voice broke him out of his trance.
“Hey, doll.” He said, smiling as you opened your eyes to look at him.
You returned the smile sleepily, and snuggled into him further.
“Waking up beside you feels like a dream.”
Those words made him laugh, if only you knew what he’d just been thinking about not that long ago.
Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around you, inhaling the scent of your shampoo deeply.
He soon heard you begin to softly snore again and he decided to let you sleep, holding onto you and stroking your face gently, whispering just how much he loved you into your ear, even if you couldn’t hear him.
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