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ererokii · 3 years

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i formally request that you write monsterfucking with zhongli absolutely fucking the shit out of us #monsterfuckersuniteagain

— god’s servant

warnings: monsterfucking (in a way) degradation, finger humping (yes that’s right) power play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, humiliation, dry humping, overstimulation wc: 1.9k

note: zhongli is enormous in this fyi, so he’s over 10ft tall, please read the warnings carefully and if you are uncomfortable, scroll away and do not leave unnecessary comments// thank you for requesting i had a fun time writing this <3

You’ve grown accustomed to your current lifestyle— the basic definition of sitting still and look pretty for all to see. You didn’t hate it at all. You lived in wealth and luxury, everything was at the tip of your fingers.

Many came far and wide to give reverence to the Almighty and ask for blessings for days and years to come. You’ve started to familiarize the faces that came more than once, yet you never spoke a word to them (not like you wanted to anyway).

Always, you sat in the palm of his hand, his fingers curled up to keep your small body from falling off. Eyes would stare down at you with adoration and a burning passion. Just the feeling of him underneath your legs was enough to get your blood pumping. You were given a name for your appropriate duty— Morax’s Precious Thing.

His elbow is propped against the stone armrest of his chair, knuckles against his chin. His head is cocked to the side faintly, his lips curled up in the smallest of smirks— amber eyes staring down at you. You always felt small against his streaks, figuratively and literally.

Morax stood at 15ft tall, looking over every human in his nation and could practically squish them with the step of his foot. It was easy to say he was very intimidating, able to strike fear in anyone who dared do him wrong.

“Are you too afraid? Is it too big for a small thing like you?” He asks, voice booming overhead as he shifts, looming his hand over and barely rubbing the top of your head with his finger.

“No,” you say confidently but by the way your legs tremble contradicts your statement. He chuckles and taps your side, your body moving with his motion.

“Come on then. Be my good little human and please me.” His voice is like silk to your ears, just him talking was enough to have your thighs pushed together for some friction.

In between your legs was his middle finger. Each digit was about the size of your body, if not bigger.

He stares at you expectantly, waiting for you to start moving. Your small hands grip the sides of his finger to the best of your ability.

Your cheeks heat up, averting your eyes from him in embarrassment. “Come on.” He urges, moving his finger slightly, the ridges bumping against your bare cunt— a delicious shiver going down your back.

Your hips stutter forward, digging your nails into his skin as you start off slow. Huffs and puffs escape your lips as you gather your rhythm, grinding down against his finger. Soft moans reach his ears and he hums in approval.

“Look at you,” he coos, almost laughing at how desperate you look. You peer up through your lashes, tears forming by the edges of your eyes. “My little human fucking herself on my finger. Does that feel good? Or is it too much?”

“I-It’s great!” you gasp, your clit dragging against him. You mutter things underneath your breath, maintaining eye contact. Morax shifts in his seat, legs spread open in a comfortable position. His hood covers half of his head, the clothing stopping above his navel, exposing his skin to everyone.

“You look so pathetic,” he says, squinting down at you. “Imagine if everyone found out how much of a whore you were, humping away at my finger like an animal in heat. What do you think they would say?”

You glance down, gaping at his slick covered finger, your juices practically drenching him. Not pleased by your lack of responses, he bends his finger, the knuckle hitting your clit. You cry out, leaning forward as if you were going to hug it. “P-Please!”

“Please what? You’re going so slow. Go faster, you know I won’t wait long.”

Afraid at his threat, you whimper and go faster, the aches in your hips starting to become unbearable. The bumps and ridges of his finger send your eyes rolling into your head, back arching. Your breasts bounce with the fast pace, his eyes locking onto them. They’re so small, yet look so adorable to him. Everything about you was so adorable.

You were his little human and he cherished you no matter what. Yet he used you for his own pleasure. Numerous occasions he would use your body to get him off. His hand would be wrapped around your torso, careful to not hurt you and drag your cunt against his cock. In a matter of seconds you would be cumming, but he still had a lot in him.

“M-Morax,” you call out to him, biting down on your lower lip. “I can’t do it anymore! Please!” tears cascade down your face as you helplessly jerk your hips against his skin. Your legs tremble, breathing unevenly as drool dribbles down your chin, landing on your thigh.

Your god doesn’t say anything, only staring down at you. He refuses to move, he wants to see you lose yourself, aching and crying as the feeling is too much. Morax tells you often how pretty you look getting messed up from the smallest of touches, it was truly pathetic.

“You look so helpless,” he says in a loving tone, reaching down and petting the top of your head with his thumb in a mocking way. It makes the pit of your stomach twist in a way you love. He always talked down on you like this, and his words did nothing but turn you on even more.

“Do you need my help, you precious thing?” he asks and you nod quickly. Your jaw drops as a shiver runs down your arms, a burning sensation running over your body. Your hips stutter in place, head hanging back in a silent cry. You tremble, feeling yourself about to give out.

“It seems so,” he mutters, wrapping a finger around your torso, lifting you off of his finger and onto his palm, sitting you down. “And it appears you made a mess on my finger.” He lifts his other hand up, examining the essence that runs down.

You don’t pay mind to his next movements, but hear the rustling of clothes that you’ve drowned out right after. He lifts you up once more, before placing you down on something that makes you gasp.

You tense up, lifting your head and catch his stare. His creme cheeks hold a pastel pink, his mouth parted open and a content sigh rips from his throat.

The head of his cock snugs in between your open legs, the strain in your muscles adds onto the pleasure. His finger around your torso tightens slightly, not wanting to crush you nor wanting you to fall.

“I got you. It seems something as small as you will collapse right now. Isn’t that right?” He smiles and you can’t help but whine at his teasing. You wriggle your hips in his hold, mewling at the sensation already.

He grunts lowly, letting you move on your own first. You gape up at him, your fingers gripping the plush of your thighs. You felt full and there was nothing instead of you.

There’s a mutual look of love shared between the two of you, a burning passion igniting inside. He begins to move his hand slowly, dragging your body back and forth on the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut, letting him take the lead. Your head hangs back, mouth parted for wanton noises to be heard by all.

Your pussy feels amazing against him. Morax moans quietly, watching the way your slick drips down the base of his cock. His pre-cum sticks to the inside of your thighs, the smell reaching up to your nose that intoxicates you.

Your body is overly sensitive from your previous orgasm and you were certain you would break in the next few minutes.

“So gorgeous,” he says, using his thumb and taps gently at your chin, forcing you to stare at him. “You look so heavenly. I could eat you up.”

The sinful noises sound like rich melodies. In a place that was meant to be pure, only used for reverence and praising their Lord, Morax— was instead tainted with your degrading acts. Your moans bounce off of the golden walls of his domain, the sounds circulating and reaching the depths of his abode.

The squelching noises your cunt made as he grinded you down was heavenly, every noise you made, every noise your body made when he had you like this-- open and submissive to him was heaven on earth.

He remembers the first time he had you like this. Poor thing, you were deathly nervous to even sit on his finger. After some reassurance, you gained the courage to do so. And once you did, you couldn’t get enough, and certainly he couldn’t either.

Any mere mortal could walk through those gold gates in the front to come worship their God and find him using you, his little human as his personal cocksleeve to please himself. You would have died from embarrassment, but you could care less.

Your breath hitches when the head bumps against your clit, repeating the action. Pleasure skyrockets at the simple gesture, your wails increasing in volume.

One of your hands reaches forward and grabs at nothing, pleading eyes staring up at him. “God please don’t stop!”

You’ve gone delirious at this point. You’re unable to think, the only thing fogging up your mind was the feeling of his throbbing cock against your body, the head forcing your legs wider as he grinds you against him.

Your hand slid up under your silk dress, tweaking your nipple between two fingers, tugging and rolling it. You gasp out, clenching around nothing as you cry out.

As you convulsed on him for the second time, he didn’t show any signs of stopping and in fact, moved you faster to chase his own release.

“Morax,” you sob, placing your small hands on his finger that’s wrapped around you. “I can’t handle it anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he grunts, his hand stuttering in place. Choked breaths and moans get caught in his throat, his eyes squeezing shut.

His lower lip quivers faintly, his hips beginning to grow restless as he thrusts up unintentionally, causing a scream to erupt from you. His cock bumped against you a bit rougher than you had expected, yet it felt amazing.

His head hangs back against his stone chair, a vein popping in his neck as he fights the urge to let out a noise, his body not moving until you feel something warm shoot past your thigh and into the air. You quickly shut your eyes, flinching when some of the substance lands on your body.

The inside of your legs are covered in slick and his seed. The feeling began to get uncomfortable but you didn’t want to move just yet. The act was overall lewd, but it made you feel excited even after it was done.

Your body trembles as you slowly come from your high, gasping and staring down at your hands. Filthy, but endearing. You bring a finger to your mouth, tongue swirling around it as you clean it off, humming around it.

You’re absolutely drenched in his seed— head to toe if you must say. But after doing this for so long, the feeling of it and the smell brought you comfort in some twisted way. It was his way of marking you as his as he would tell you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Morax stares down at you through lidded eyes, a small smile cracking at the corner of his lips. “Looks like you need to be cleaned up.” he says through small pants, adjusting you as you are now seated on the palm of his hand. “We wouldn’t want you to drown either, hm?”

You huff, puffing your cheeks out as you avert your gaze from him, having enough of his teasing due to your height. “It’s not my fault you’re insanely tall and I’m short.”

“It’s all more endearing, my love.”

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jimijmijanga · 3 years

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Don’t Tell Jimin

Pairings: Jungkook x reader (but also a bit mentions of Jimin)

Genre: Bf best friend!Jk x cheater!reader, boyfriend!jimin x girlfriend!reader.

Warnings: smut, cheating, swearing… like lots, oral (f and m receiving), dom!kook (but he’s also kinda whiny lmao), overstimulation, voyeurism, unprotected sex (plz don’t do that), dirty talk, squirting, and Jk being ur sneaky link 🙈

Synopsis: Y/n has been dating Jimin for more than a year now. But since then, she seemed to have always had an infatuation with his best friend, Jeon Jungkook. One day, while Jimin’s at work, Jungkook seems to overstay his vist. He refuses to leave and stop playing video games, so she does something that will make him stop for sure.

A/N: this is literally my first ff I have ever posted on Tumblr, so I apologize if it’s bad quality— I wrote this at 1am :,) I feel like has potential to be a series… but anyhow, just a reminder: plz don’t cheat on your s.o. like get yo ass in a commited relationship and don’t be y/n!! Okayyyy. BYEBYE.

You had a horrible secret; you were into your boyfriend's best friend.

Sure, you were dating no one other than Park Jimin from BTS himself, but you also had a thing with Jungkook. It was all so scandalous.

You knew millions of girls would die to get a chance with Jimin, so you stayed with him and decided to brush the feeling that Jungkook had been giving you off. It was really hard though, because he was around everywhere.

In the bed, the couch, the bathroom— shirtless, might I add— and completely unavoidable.

"Jungkook's, get off the couch please. Jimin is about to come back home, and really don't want him to be stressed when he sees how messy you made the couch," you told the male sitting on the couch, who had been playing video games since the morning Jimin left to go to a photoshoot.

Jungkook would usually do this, he'd hang out at your place just to play games. Since this was Jimin's house, you couldn't decline. Jimin didn't mind Jungkook staying all the time. They would mostly leave for practice together anyways, so you two were hardly together alone... except for this rare occasion.

"Yeah, yeah, he'll be fine with it..." Jungkook responded shortly, then proceeding to yell at someone on his headset mic.

You rolled your eyes, "No he won't," you said, walking up to his perfect body and standing in front of the TV. "Get off."

Jungkook looked at you annoyed.

"What the hell is your problem, (Y/n)?" he groaned, removing his headset.

You turned around and shut the TV.

"Jimin is coming home, so it's time to get going!" you said, "Don't you have something better to do with your life?"

"No, I don't. Now let me play!" he said, leaning forward.

You felt your body tense up as his hand brushed pass your hip to turn on the TV. He continued playing like nothing happened. He looked so good though. His hair messy, his loose black shirt and shorts, all while he wore a blue gaming headset and held a controller.

You shook your head.

No. Your boyfriend is Jimin.

He should be the center of your world. You can't have both.

Unless… maybe, just maybe, you could.

"Jungkook," you breathed out slightly.

He glanced at you, his eyebrows burrowed in confusion.

"What?" he asked.

"Please stop playing..." you asked him again, but not because Jimin was coming home. It was for a different reason entirely.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and his attention was back on the TV. Ignoring you completely.

You weren't sure what was going on with your body, but you did know that you had always thought of Jungkook in a very lustful way. Sometimes you'd have dreams of him fucking your brains out all while Jimin was sleeping soundly next to you.

This was wrong, but you couldn't stop yourself.

Your hands travelled down to your shorts as you stared at Jungkook yelling at his useless teammates in the game. His eyes were concentrated on something else.

One of your hands found their way to your chest and the other travelled down inside your panties.

Jungkook still didn't notice.

You were basically standing right beside the TV.

He looked so good— too good.

Your hands worked like magic, and you were jerking off in front of your boyfriend's best friend. You rubbed your sensitive bud as hard are you could standing, and you gave your breasts a rough grab- assuming that's what Jungkook would do- and closed your eyes.

How could he not notice? You were masterbating in front of him.

"W-What the fuck?!" Jungkook yelled, snapping you back to reality.

You ripped your eyes open and you were met with Jungkooks. He looked so startled.

"Fucking hell, (Y/n). If you're missing Jimin that much then just wait for him, Jesus Christ! You don't need to do that here!" he yelled.

For some reason, you should've stopped.

You should've ran away embarrassed and crying, but you didn't.

You kept moving your fingers.

"Jungkook..." you moaned.

"S-Shit," he cursed, "stop it."

You shook your head. You didn't want to stop.

"Jungkook, please fuck me..." you whined, touching yourself.

Jungkook looked shocked. He took of his headset and looked at you. You didn't expect to see him palm himself through his shorts.

"You're such a slut," he said, looking at you with hooded eyes, "pulling this shit right before Jimin comes home."

You nodded, "I-I've always liked you, Jungkook."

He let out a low hum in response to that, and closed his eyes, focusing on the buldge building up in his pants.

"Come here," he said.

You walked over to him.

"Sit." he demanded. And you sat in on the ground, in between his legs.

"Suck me off," he smirked. It surprised you.

"I-I've never done that though—"

"Oh come on, Jimin doesn't make you give him blowjobs?" he laughs.

You nod.

He sighs, "It's fine, just take off my pants. I'll teach you.

What the hell is happening? Are you about to give Jeon Jungkook a blowjob? What the fuck.

But you do as your told and take off his shorts and boxers. He was huge. Bigger than Jimin.

To be quite honest, your sex life with Jimin was nonexistent. Sure, he took your virginity. But you guys barely do it, and on days that you do decide to, it's always the same.

Same bed, same position, same time, and that same unsatisfactory feeling you felt afterwards. You just assumed that's what sex was supposed to feel like.

It was design for only a man to enjoy.

"Hold it." Jungkook said demandingly.

You held his thick size softly in your hands, and Jungkook put his hand over yours. He started pumping it, and you hand no choice but to keep up.

"Just like that— just like fucking that," he hissed, "use your lips to cover your teeth and suck really hard."

He let go of your hands, and you let go of his dick.

You hesitately brought your mouth towards it, following exactly what he said. And dear lord, did you suck so hard.

"Hmm.." Jungkook moaned, pulling and pushing your head on his shaft. "Keep doing that, and try to be quiet."

You weren't sure what he meant by "try to be quiet" but you kept sucking and pumping your head back. Your jaw was getting tired.

"FUCKING DUMBASS!" Jungkook yelled, causing you to jump.

You looked up at him. He was playing video games.

He started mumbling to the person on the mic, and it looked like he was trying his best to keep quiet. He glanced over at you, and gave you a wink.

"I wasn’t talking about you,” he smiled, “continue." he whispered.

You smiled back and let your mouth fall back onto him.

You could tell he was holding back moans the faster you went because of the way he trouble saying words and he'd stop in the middle of sentences.

Next thing you knew, he grabbed onto your head so tightly and throat-fucked you till you were gagging and it was hitting the back of your throat.

"Fuck this," he moaned.

You gagged one last time before he released you. He came. On you, on your lips. It never tasted better (even though it did taste weird).

"I guess I give pretty good blowjobs." you smiled.

He laughed, placing aside the controller and getting up to turn the TV off.

"Get on the couch," he said, "take off all your clothes too."

You quickly followed and sat naked on the couch. He took of his shirt, revealing his olympian body.

His body was built like one of a god. He had an eight pack, his thighs were so defined that it could slice through you. His shoulder were so broad. Jin was definitely did not have the broadest shoulders in BTS at the moment. It was all Jungkook right now.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered, making his way towards you. "Open up."

He fell to his knees right between your legs. His tounge suddenly making contact with your dripping cunt.

"Yes, Jungkook— fuck." you moaned.

Jungkook made circles around your clit. It was like he knew exactly where to touch. He was experienced. It felt so good. You could swear you saw clouds, as his tounge was going as fast as it could.

He could pass as a human vibrator or something.

"J-Jungkook!" you moaned loudly.

You felt his fingers invade your hole, ontop of that, your orgasm was already making its peak.

"You're such a fucking slut (Y/n)," he growled, pumping his fingers into you as fast as he could.

"Look at me; touching you like this, all while your boyfriend is about to come home." he laughed. "What would Jimin say if he caught us, hm? Or maybe you want to get caught, maybe this was all part of a twisted threesome fantasy you have."

"N-No!" you whine, "Don't tell Jimin! Please, please Jungkook! I'm begging you!" you cried, your orgasm almost at its arrival.

"Does he not touch you like this?"

"N-No, he doesn’t…"

"Then promise me one thing," he fingers stopped.

You stared at him, your mouth hung open agape. Why would he stop?

"Promise me that I will be the only one to touch you like this. Jimin hyung obviously doesn't take care of his baby like I do. So just promise me that I'm the only one that can make you feel good, okay?" he said.

You were shocked, did you just hear that right?

Jeon Jungkook wants to… be the only one to touch you? What?

"I promise. I'm only yours, Kookie." you smiled, staring down at him.

He grinned widely, and immediately went back to your clit.

Your orgasm soon washed over you, and your body was shaking crazy on Jungkook's shoulders. Your legs try closing, but he never stops going, determined to get every last drop of cum you had.

As you begged- and cried- for him to stop, he kept going. Holding your legs open firmly.

"J-Jungkookie! Please no more! It hurts!" you yell.

No avail. He keeps going.

And after a few minutes of insatiable overstimulation, he finally stopped. He let go of your legs and went off somewhere to grab something from upstairs.

He came back with something stuffed deep in his hands, and you weren't sure what it was.

"Turn around." Is all he said.

You tentatively turned around. His hands gripped around your neck, placing something on it.

You looked down.

It was the necklace Jimin gave you on your first anniversary.

The necklace was simple, golden chain and a single diamond on it.

A huge wave of guilt washed over you.

"Why did you put this on me—"

You were interrupted by Jungkook grabbing your head and turning it towards him. He was kissing you.

He was kissing you with so much passion, like there was no tomorrow.

You couldn't breath, and the way he was holding you so tight, you were surely to pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Forget about him for a little bit," he said, laying you over the couch, flat on your belly.

Suddenly, he slammed his cock right into you. You jerked forward, moaning so loud, that you could get a noise complaint.

Jimin always choose missionary. You've never gotten it from the back before.

But Jungkook's thrust hit so deep, it was burning. You didn't know that you could cum from only penetration only— but you did. Every time he hit it, something in your stomach tightened.

It almost felt like you need to pee.

You tried to suppress the foreign feeling, but something deep within you snapped.

You moaned, another orgasm washing over you.

It was silent for a moment, no words were said. Did you do something wrong?

"You just squirted all over me." Jungkook whispered in your ear, kissing your temple.

You gasped. "O-Oh god, did I really?" you asked, looking behind you to see Jungkook's abdomen coated with your cum. “I’m so sorry…”

He looked down at it, then looked up at you. And he just smiled. Then he continued, like absolutely nothing happened. His thrusts were hitting your newfound g-spot over and over again, making you cry out in agony.

If there was one thing that you knew now, it was that Jeon Jungkook knew how to fuck. He was practically a sex god at this point.

"Fuck," he cursed, "I'm gonna cum."

His thrusts got sloppier, but faster.

"Where do you want this princess?" he asked.

You turned to look at him, he looked so concentrated. It made you realize... he wasn't wearing a condom... and you weren't on birth control.

"P-Pull out!" you yelled.

Jungkook groaned, thrusting at his full capacity.

"I- I can't. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it in time. You're just so fucking good, you're so fucking perfect for me, I want to stop, and just nut all over your face— but I can't. I just want to know that it's with you. That it’s in you. I just want you. Only you. God- fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me (Y/n). You're so beautiful." he moaned, his words getting faster with every thrust.

"Let me cum inside" he whined.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. After all the words he just said, you considered it. It was just going to be once. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

Jimin would never do something like this. But Jungkook would.

You’d probably regret it later, but for now it felt so right.

"Okay." you exhaled.

Jungkook moaned, and held you up to him. His breathing was ragged, and you could feel his heart beating against your back. He grabbed one of your breast and fondled with your nipple, making you moan. He held onto your neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned, thrusting a few more times till he came.

You felt fulfilled in ways you never could imagine.

Not once did he let go of you.

"What did we just do?" he said, completely out of breath.

"I-I have no clue..."

"Let's go wash up" he stated, holding your hand, pulling you up.

You nodded, grabbing all of your clothes and following Jungkook upstairs to the washroom. From there, you made sure to put your clothes in the washing machine before Jimin got home. Then, you made your way to the bathroom.

"Jungkook?" you called out, walking into the washroom.

Jungkook was in the middle of washing his hair.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Can I come in?"

He laughed. "Is that even a question? Come in here."

You got in and joined him. While he was on one side washing his body, you were on the other washing your hair.

He was so beautiful... but he wasn't your boyfriend.

"What's up with the long face?" he asked.

You sighed, "I don’t know…” you stated lowly, “What's gonna happen when Jimin finds out?"

"He won't."

"How do you know?"

"You're just paranoid. Come here."

He grabbed your arm causing you to bump into his chest, his soft lips kissing your head lightly.

"Are you going to stay with Jimin?" he asked quietly holding you under the warm water. Something about the way he said it sounded sad.

You buried your face deeper into his chest.

"I am..." you whispered.

He sighed, resting his chin on your head. "Okay. Then he doesn't have to know."

After what seemed to be forever, he let go.

"Can we do it one last time?" he asked, sadly.

Jimin was sure to be home soon. You couldn't afford it.

"Jungkook, Jimin is about to come back—"

"I know, I know. But it’ll l be quick."

Damn it. You couldn’t resist it. The fact that Jungkook wanted you felt so good. Who could resist? You couldn’t, and fell under his trance all over again. You gave in and let him have sex with you again in the shower.

"(Y/n)! I'm back!" Jimin shouted from downstairs.

You immediately hit Jungkook's shoulder, informing him of Jimin's presence. He stopped his thrusts and he let go of your legs.

Before the bathroom door could open, you ran out the shower and locked it.

"(Y/n)?" Jimin knocked on the door, "Are you in there?"

You and Jungkook exchanged eye contact.

"Um, y-yeah, I'm here!" you yelled.

"Why is the door locked?" he asked.

"Well..." you pause, trying to muster up the best lie you possibly could. "Baby, I just got my period, and it's super messy in here!"

"Your period? Didn't you end last week?" Jimin questioned.

You looked at Jungkook. He looked just as panicked as you were.

"Uh, it's been very irregular lately... I'm going to ask the doctors about it when we go." you blatantly lie.

"Oh no! Well maybe if you let me in, I could help clean up everything—”

"—No! Don't!" you yelled. "Could you please go to the store and get me a few pads?"

"I thought you use tampons now?"

“I need pads at the moment..."

There was a long moment of silence, you and Jungkook stared at each other throughout it.

"Sure...” Jimin sighed tiredly ,“it's fine."

"I-I'm so sorry baby, I know you're so tired. I promise once this is done I'll come out there and cuddle you soooo tightly!"

"I'd sure love that," Jimin chuckled, "Okay, I'll be leaving now. I love you. Sit tight."

"Love you too..." you frowned.

"By the way, is Jungkook still here?" he asked.

Your heart pounded, "W-Why? How come?"

"Well, his car is still here and he didn't take his controller and headset with him..."

You looked over at Jungkook for help, and he made his way over to you and whispered, "Say that I went on a run before I was about to leave."

"He went on a run!" you yelled.

"This late at night?"

"Yeah, I don't know either. He said he wanted to do a few laps before he left, did you see him on your way here?"

Jimin stayed silent. Did he see through your act?

"I don't think so..." he said, "it's fine though, he's probably coming back soon. I'll text him later."

"Okay..." you replied plainly.

You waited till you heard the front door slam close and got out. After, you wrapped a towel over your body and ran to the dryer to pick out Jungkook's clothes.

"Here," you said, handing them to him.

He smiled at you. "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem.”

After changing, you followed him out the door in nothing but a towel. He quickly put his belongings (the video games, controller, and headset) in the back seat and closed the door.

"(Y/n)," he called out, "I had a good time."

You smiled, "Me too, Jungkook."

He walked up to you, giving you a quick peck on the lips. His hand made its way to your necklace.

"Remember this," he smirked, then left without saying anything else.

As soon as Jungkook pulled out of the driveway, you went back upstairs and waited in the bathroom till Jimin came back. It didn't take him long to.

Everything felt like it was back to normal.

You had a late night dinner with Jimin as he discussed all about the new comeback. You two snuggled together on the couch- the couch that you and Jungkook just had sex on- and watched a cheesy rom-com.

"That's cute... you're wearing my necklace." Jimin pointed out, tracing the pattern of the necklace on your neck.

You smiled.

Even though it was a gift that Jimin gave you, it reminded you of Jungkook.

It will always remind you of him now.

"I love you..." you said, shaking off the guilt.

Jimin smiled, hugging you closer to him.

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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can i request 14 & 19 dom!Jake and female reader🏃🏻💨💨 thank you💞

A/N: i kinda got carried away with this lol forgive me

Warnings: oral and fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, slight cum play, overstimulation

Word count: 2k

“I’m sorry baby,” Jake tries to grab your hand but you snatch it away. He pulls you into his arms and you pout.

“I thought you were gonna hang out with me today.” you say quietly.

“I am I am, I just got distracted.” he pets your hair, still hugging you. You haven’t hugged back yet.

Jake was supposed to come over and see you but he was out with the boys and forgot. It was so unlike him, and it made you pretty sad. You wondered if you were a burden to him.

“I can’t believe I got stood up by my own boyfriend.” you sigh and he looks at you, looking as sorry as ever. To be honest, you were exaggerating your sadness a bit for fun.

He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry pumpkin. I’ll never do it again.”

“Do you promise?” you ask him and he nods confidently. “Okay fine.” you pull him in for a short kiss.

He smiles and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He carries you to your room and plops you onto your bed. He falls down next to you and pulls you into his arms.

“I missed you,” he kisses your cheek. “You smell so good.”

You cackle. “Weirdo.”

He kisses your jaw and makes his way to your lips.

He tries to pull you into his lap but you roll away and turn your back towards him.

“Baby~” he pulls you against him. “Please don’t be mad, it makes me crazy.”

“You betrayed me.” you joke and he laughs lightly.

“C’mere, let me make it up to you.” he tugs you into his lap and pulls you in for a kiss.

Without having to think about it, your arms link around his neck and his hands find your hips.

He smiles into the kiss just like he always does and for some reason it sends tingles down your spine. You run your hand through his hair as he squeezes your ass.

“You’re easy to persuade,” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Maybe you’re just a sweet talker.” you kiss his jaw.

“Yeah I’d say so too,” he says smugly and you chuckle.

He pulls you in for a kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth. You can’t help but rock your hips against his. You can already feel his hard on in his jeans.

He kisses your cheek. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re ruining the mood.” you joke.

“I can’t be romantic now?”

You roll your eyes and push your lips against his.

He holds your waist and gently lays you down onto the bed.

He grinds his hips into yours as he kisses your neck. You whimper softly, already needing him.

He smirks, loving how he affects you.

His fingers creep up your shirt, touching your waist like your skin is made of flower petals.

He was always so gentle with you, even if he was calling you a needy slut at the same time.

He pushes your shirt up and begins to pepper kisses all over your stomach he reaches around your back and unclasps your bra.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” he kisses your jaw while massaging your chest.

“As if.” you roll your eyes a bit.

He stops. “What, you think I’m lying?”

“Definitely.” you chuckle.

“Fine, let me prove that I’m telling the truth.” he kisses you softly while trailing his fingers into your shorts.

You writhe under him, impatiently waiting for his touch. He circles your clit over your underwear and you whimper.

“One touch and you’re already making pretty noises.” he smirks.

“What if I was faking it?” you definitely weren’t but you felt like playing with him today.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Where’d all this attitude come from?”

You’re about to shrug but you’re cut off by him tugging your shorts and underwear off. Your knees knock together.

“Feeling shy?” he kisses your cheek. “You were so big and bad just a second ago.”

I’ll never win, you think to yourself.

He rubs your thighs up and down and kisses your knee. “Be good and spread your legs.”

You feel yourself blush. How does he always say the right thing?

You comply and he settles between your thighs. “That’s my girl.”

He kisses your soft skin and you quiver beneath him.

“Please?” you ask, already feeling desperate.

“Usually I would give it to you right away,” he squeezes your ass. “But you’ve been a bit of a brat today don’t you agree?”

You roll your eyes. “I hate you.”

He scoffs. “Really?”

“Mhm.” you huff.

He strokes you with his thumb. “I don’t think so princess.”

You cross your arms.

“I know how much of a slut you are for me,” he caresses your face. “Just the other day I had you screaming my name.”

Your knees knock together out of shyness and he tsks you. “Don’t start acting up again, you’ll regret it.”

He collects your slick on fingers before slowly pushing two into you. You whine a little and grab at his forearm.

“See?” he says and kisses your jaw. “That feels good doesn’t it.”

You nod pathetically, already submitting to him. He must’ve cast a spell on you or something because you couldn’t help but follow his every order.

He plays with your clit with his thumb while rhythmically pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You’re so pretty,” he kisses you right below your ear. “I love seeing you like this.”

Soon your legs begin to tremble as he continues to hit your spot just right.

“Fuck,” you moan shakily, holding onto his arm for dear life. “Please don’t stop.”

He lowers his head and gently kisses your clit. Your legs almost snap around his head but he pushes them open with his free hand.

It’s hard not to try to scooch away from him and the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you, but he keeps you locked down under him.

You watch his tongue circle over your clit and his fingers disappear inside of you. Just the sight nearly sends you over the edge.

Right when your trembling becomes more urgent he stops and pulls away. It takes a lot to not slap him in the face.

You whine and fall onto your back.

“What?” he asks teasingly.

“You’re so mean to me.” you pout.

He chuckles and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “You know I love you doll.”

“Can you fuck me already?” you beg and he smirks.

He tugs his hoodie over his head and unzips his jeans. The dim lighting in your bedroom highlights every ripple of muscle in his arms and chest as he climbs over you to kiss your neck.

He rubs his tip over your clit before slowly pushing into you.

You wince from the slight stretch.

He lets you adjust for a moment. “Ready?”

You nod eagerly and hold onto his back as he steadily thrusts into you. Whines leave your lips as he hits your gspot every time.

“So wet,” he says lowly, nipping at your neck to leave a light hickey. “Did I get you like this?”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “You’re so good.”

“Just a bit ago you were saying that you hated me.” he teases. “Are you that weak for this cock?”

You nod pathetically and his hand squeezes around your throat. “Use your words sweetheart.”

“I am.” your interrupted by a moan dripping out of your throat. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He reaches over to your nightstand and pulls your vibrator out of the top drawer.

Your eyes widen and your heart beat picks up. “How’d you know about that?”

He smiles. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”

You cover your hands with your face, trying to hide the embarrassment.

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Don’t be shy darling, just relax.”

He switches the little wand onto low and holds it against your clit while thrusting into you. Your eyes nearly roll back and he groans from the vibration.

You scratch at his back and he chuckles. “Does it feel that good?”

You nod and kiss him passionately.

“Look at my sweet girl taking this cock so well,” he pounds his hips into yours. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“So much,” you whine. “Please don’t stop, it feels so good.”

Your eyes are wide and desperate compared to his dark and determined ones.

“God you’re beautiful,” he kisses your forehead, your heart warms from the gesture.

He ticks the vibrator higher and a high pitched moan escapes your lips.

He smiles, watching you writhe and whimper in pleasure.

Your legs begin to shut and he pushes them open again, wanting to see all of you.

Your fingers slide into his soft hair and you tug a bit. “I can’t hold it anymore.” you stutter.

“Cum for me then,” he nips at your collar bone. “Cum on this cock.”

You cry out as your orgasm flows through your body. Literally every time it’s with him it’s like you're floating in heaven. You’d give anything to be with him like this forever.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Good girl.”

His movements slow as he moans into your neck, releasing into you.

He stays inside of you, rubbing your sides and caressing your hair as you come down from your high. He kisses your cheek before slowly pulling out of you and watching his cum drip out of your pussy.

He gently rubs your cunt. You’re so wet and his cum just made you more lubricated. Your legs begin to shake from the over stimulation and he holds you taught.

“F-fuck wait,” you grab at his arm, still trying to adjust to the sudden pleasure.

“Do you think you can go one more time for me princess?” he asks sweetly.

You hesitate for a moment and then you imagine how good it would feel and you nod.

He traces soft circles onto your clit while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re doing so good,” he kisses your forehead.

Your whimpers get more intense and his fingers speed up.

“Oh my god,” you squeak, still holding onto him.

“Look at me sweetheart.” he says and you look into his intoxicating brown eyes. He must be some magical creature the way he could so easily persuade you. “You’re such a good slut, doing everything as I say.”

He looks down. “And look how pretty this cunt is.”

You shy away but he grabs your jaw. “Watch what I’m doing to you.”

You down to see his fingers working your clit just how you like it and his other hand coming in to slowly finger you. His fingers slide in and out of you with no problem from his cum and how wet you were.

“Don’t stop.” you whisper shakily. “Please make me cum.”

He smirks and begins to pump and curl his fingers into you at the perfect pace and pressure.

“Come on,” he encourages you as your breathing becomes more ragged. “I know you can do it.”

Your back arches and your legs begin to shake like a leaf as your second orgasm rips through you. He watches you in awe as you whine and quiver under him. His fingers slow down as he comes up to kiss you. “Such a good girl.”

You hold onto him as your heart rate slowly goes back to normal.

“You’re crazy.” you breathe out and he smiles.

“Crazy for you.” he jokes and you frown at him.

He chuckles. “Let’s get up and take a shower, that’s if you can even walk there.”

You roll your eyes, but he was probably right.

#enhypen smut #Jake sim smut #Kpop smut

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babyboy-cody · 3 years

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Literally your Grayson smut has me GONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫 can I ask for like anything that has to do with Gray fingering reader with his arm across the back of the couch and his lips against your ear with dirty talk???? Love you!

okay you’ve officially KILLED ME 😮‍💨

It had been Kristina and yours idea to have a movie night/fort. While the twins were reluctant, seeing the excitement on their girls’ faces was enough for them to help create the giant fort in the living room. Kristina and Ethan chose their spot on the floor in front of yours and Grayson’s spot on the couch. The four of you had your own assortment of snacks so that there wasn’t the continuous interruption of the movie when one of you needed to get up and get another snack.

The layout of the separate forts were quite simple. For Ethan and Kristina’s fort, couch cushions were placed behind and on either side of them with a large blanket covering the top. The cushions were big enough for them to sit underneath without their heads touching the blanket. Yours and Grayson’s fort had tall cushions on either side with a bigger blanket covering the top, sides, as well as the back of the couch. The lights were all off and the sun had already set - the only source of light being from the huge television hung on the wall above the fireplace.

Halfway through the movie, Grayson had gotten a little bored and started getting distracted by his own thoughts. He subtly turned his head to look down at you, his thoughts suddenly being overcome by you. The soft hues of light coming from the television made you look angelic that it nearly took his breath away. With your beautifully curled eyelashes, the soft slope of your nose, your parted lips as your entire focus was on the movie playing - every single thing about you enticed him. He couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head until his lips were at your ear to huskily whisper, “You’re so pretty.”

Almost immediately, your attention was pulled away from the movie and was focused on the handsome man beside you. You felt your cheeks warm up as your breathing stuttered. “Pay attention to the movie,” you softly whispered and nudged him with your elbow. Grayson loved how shy you got when you were complimented, especially when it came from him. He was obsessed with the effect he had on you.

“How could I when you’re sitting next to me?” He whispered in your ear again, watching closely when you squirmed closer to him. “You don’t understand how hard it is not to fuck you right here.”

You muffled your gasp and looked up at him in shock at how vulgar he was being, especially with company around. He has a smug grin on his face as he licks his lips. Under the blanket splayed across both your laps, he placed his right hand on your inner thigh and slowly spreads them.

“Think you can keep quiet for me, pretty girl?” He huskily asked in your ear, lightly nipping your earlobe and relishing in the way you shivered. You frantically nodded and bit your lip as you gripped the blanket to make sure it doesn’t slide down. There was a lump in your throat and a rush of butterflies in your stomach. It dawned on you that Grayson was seriously going to finger you while Ethan and Kristina were a few feet away.

He applied the slightest pressure against the crotch of your shorts. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles, hard enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure. Your lips part to let out a choked and soft gasp. Grayson chuckles quietly in your ear before whispering, “That feel good?” And you nod frantically while eagerly spreading your thighs more open. It was embarrassing how desperate you seemed, but every little thing Grayson did always made you desperate. “If I slide my hand down these little shorts, are you gonna be wet for me?”

“M-Maybe..” you let out a shy giggle, barely flinching when a loud explosion erupts from the movie. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

He immediately slides his large and veiny hand under the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers back against the crotch of your panties this time - the fabric so damp and sticking to your dripping pussy. Grayson lets out a muffled groan that he hides in your hair. Somehow, the thought of getting caught didn’t scare you anymore. It just amped up the excitement.

“You’re dripping through these fucking panties,” he huffs a small laugh of disbelief, his hot breath hitting your ear and making you shiver once again. “Take off your shorts.” To your dismay, he pulls his hand out and gets himself comfortable - legs spread, body slouched, left arm never once moving from behind your shoulders on the back of the couch. Hastily pulling off your shorts, you readjusted the blanket until it covered yours and Grayson’s lap, as well as spreading your thighs to its original position. His hand goes right back between them and nestles against your clothed cunt. He can feel the outline of your pussy lips against the thin fabric and the small button of your clit beginning to swell.

Kristina and Ethan suddenly let out boisterous laughter after a particular funny scene, briefly scaring you at the possibility if one or both of them coming out if their fort and catching you and Grayson. His long fingers start rubbing your clit a little faster, now applying harder pressure for you to feel that tingly sensation. You rest your head back on his arm, your hips barely twitching against his hand. He whispers a small “fuck” in your ear, very slowly and finally sliding his hand into your panties to gain perfect access to your bare pussy.

Your brows furrowed and bitten lips parted, your face contorting into one of relief. Grayson couldn’t believe how wet you were until he dipped his fingers down to scoop some of your slick. He can almost here the obscene wet noises of his fingers rubbing all over your click to spread your wetness. You hastily grabbed onto his wide wrist, nails digging into his tanned and hairy skin.

With his lips against your ear, in a husky and gruff voice, he mumbles, “Just lay back and let daddy do what he does best.” Almost instantly, he began rubbing frantic circles on your swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that has your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing. He’s rubbing you just right - it’s almost too much but not enough. The hood of your clit just barely pulled back until your bundle of nerves was fully exposed. The pads of Grayson’s fingers pressed down against it and it has your stomach bursting with butterflies. More slick pools out of you as you fight back your moans. With one hand around his moving wrist, the other clamps down over your mouth.

“I can’t wait to fuck you nice and hard when this movie ends,” Grayson cockily tells you, pulling away to look at your expression. His pupils have expanded from arousal. He never once let up the speed of his fingers on your inflamed cunt. He rubs much faster and harder, loving how hard it is for you not to let out your pleasure filled squeals and moans. Your hips began bucking more freely against his hand. “You want my fingers inside, pretty girl?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” you quietly babbled incoherently as your clit throbbed erratically, the tingles spreading like a wildfire throughout your lower-half. Your toes curled when Grayson roughly shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your cunt, the burning stretch making your eyes cross as you let out a pretty loud gasp that was thankfully silenced by a couple arguing on the screen. He starts fucking your pussy with his fingers, crooking them and rubbing your g-spot perfectly. The palm of his hand presses and rubs your clit. Both sensations has your mind turning to mush.

“You’re just soaking all over my fingers, aren’t you?” He softly asks in a condescending way. You can now hear the sopping wet noises of his fingers fucking your insides. You didn’t realize how loud it was.

“Yo, can you both stop making out please?” Ethan shouted from his spot in his own fort, immediately making your eyes open and thighs shutting around Grayson’s hand and wrist. “It’s loud as fuck! And gross!”

“My bad, bro,” Grayson lets out a full belly laugh and doesn’t stop the come hither motions of his fingers. He looks down at you with a grin wide enough for you to see the jewel on his canine tooth. He silently raised his brows at you as if challenging you to say something. He pulls his fingers out from your tightening cunt, just as you’re on the cusp of a strong orgasm, and he goes back to rubbing your clit at a fast pace. Your mouth falls open and your head falls back against his arm again. You’re holding onto his arm with both hands now to ground yourself. He leans in close to your face, his floppy hair brushing against your temple. “Are you gonna cum, angel?”

At the sight of your frantic nodding and heavy panting, he rubs faster and harder. And then you felt it. The wave getting higher and higher and higher. Your toes curled as you practically humped his hand like a dog in heat. When that wave finally crashed down, you had to bury your face in Grayson’s neck. He gruffly groans and shoves his middle and ring fingers back inside your pussy, feeling your walls contracting around them to keep your orgasm going. He slows his fingers to a stop before gently rubbing your overstimulated clit with his thumb. When you let out a small whimper against neck, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and pulls his fingers out of you.

“You still wanna fuck later?” He bluntly asks you, staring at his pruned fingers coated in your cum.

You elbowed him with a quiet laugh. “How could I refuse that offer?”

He side eyes you - a gesture he always does because it makes you blush - and slowly licks his fingers into his mouth, letting out a deep moan only you can hear. Suddenly, the movie pauses and Ethan announced, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You quickly grabbed the couch pillow and held it against your chest to hide your still fast breathing. You always shut your thighs and move them into a criss-cross position, stifling a gasp at the ache in and around your pussy. Grayson licks his lips and subtly wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist just as Ethan stands and looks at you both.

“No more making out!” He points at you both.

You and Grayson look at each other, both of you hiding a smirk before looking at Ethan. When you both nod in agreement, watching as he leaves to the bathroom, you lean over to whisper in Grayson’s ear, “Can I suck your dick?”

#IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE #i’m feeling a lot better physically 😭😭#grayson dolan x reader #grayson x reader #grayson dolan smut #saamwilsonn ask <3

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bunnybunbun0 · 3 years

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hi<3

Harry james potter request where he just win a Quidditch game and his girlfriend (reader) promised him a reward.

smut prompt #26. "wait to see what i'm wearing under it" & #30. "well, i think you're being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?" also #27. "just one more, for me."

Reminder: it is completely fine if you don't want to do it so no pressure! It's your account, and it's your choise so I understand :)

- Stay happy, love!

Prize| harry James potter

Summary: that was always something about the cocky grin on Harry's face after he has won a match that made you all hot and bothered,this time,you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

Pairing:harry James potter X fem! reader

Warnings:smut, fingering,oral(f receiving), overstimulation, penetrative sex, degradation,Dom! Harry,hints of subspace.

Prompts: smut prompt list

#25 "wait to see what I'm wearing under it"

#30 "well,I think you are being a bad girl,don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

#27 "just one more,for me"

A/n:first of all hello,and thank you so much for your request! Second of all, sorry it took so long to respond I was out of town visiting my godmother and the internet connection there is awful,but I'm finally back home,and posting again!

That was very cool to write, harry owns me on a silver platter,it was also my first time writing overstimulation stuff so I hope it doesn't sucks.

Hope you enjoy it <3

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The match had came to an end after what felt like forever, griffindor had won, and that meant youd have to deal with an extra cocky harry.

You weren't such a quidditch enthusiastic, but you loved harry and wanted to show it to him,so you always came to watch and cheer extra loudly for him.

As usual, there was a party planned on the common room to celebrate the victory and hard work of the team by being showered with firewhiskey and a lot of music.

Now what you had planned for tonight's party was the real news. There was something about seeing harry all confident and extroverted that just did it for you,letting you all hot and bothered, so you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

After greeting the boy by the door of the locker rooms and make sure he would be at the party you came back to your dorm to put your plan to work, you took a fancy shower with all the self care products you owned,then you dressed up in a sexy pair of see through dark blue lingerie, putting on top a a tight black dress to ensinuate your curves.after fixing your hair and putting on some makeup you were ready to go down to the common room.

You went in naturally through the door, being used to said so celebration,you saw harry sitting in the couch bickering his drink,almost spilling it when looked up and saw you in a dress much shorter than you used to wear

"hi,uhm,wow,you look..."

"brilliant?"

"y-yes"

You chuckled lightly at how easily you could flutter the boy;you choose to ignore how he was devouring you with his eyes,and invited him to the improvised dance floor,being familiar with the playlist of Muggle sounds playing in the background.

The little firewhiskey you took making you confident enough to start purposely grinding down on harry times enough to make his mind wander to some dirty thoughts.

"I'm warning you y/n,you should stop while I'm being nice"the look in his face was hard

"stop what?"you knew that playing dumb would get you exactly what you wanted,encouraging you to bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

He chuckled darkly, expression getting even harder.

"you know exactly what you are doing don't you?"he smirked and pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheeck.

You kept ignoring his warnings and getting even more confident while swinging your hips to the beat,while harry shamelessly stared at your body,giving you an awesome terrible idea.

In one swift move you locked your lips on his, slightly biting his bottom lip,them pulling away only to whisper seductively into his ear

"you seen to like my hair huh?wait to see what I'm wearing under it"and then pressed your body against his.

That was it,in a split second,he was dragging you to his dorm by your arm,being followed by weird looks and wolf whistles, everybody knew what you were about to do,so it was no surprise to find the bedroom empty

Once inside it,he slammed the door shut pinning you on it and passionately kissing you,roaming his hands all over your body,lips now trailing down your jawline to your neck, getting on that spot that made you melt.

"bet you liked acting like a whore, let's see if you like what comes now"

He threw you on his bed,and proceeded to assault your neck,claiming you with red marks all over,knocking the breath out of your lungs.

"your dress,"he gave your clothes body another hungry look"take it off, now"

You did as you were told without hesitation,presenting him his favourite post game prize, pulling out a huge smirk from him

"all of this for me huh?"if he looked hungry,now he was a starved man looking at his favourite meal.

His gaze shot from your body directly into your eyes.

"well I think you were being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

You felt yourself get wetter over your panties where a damp spot were already sitten,you simply looked at him with this doe eyes and he already knew what you wanted.

His feather like touches teasing you through the fabric of your underwear, slowly taking them off,teasing you by rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit,making you gasp loudly;harry slowly but surely buried his fingers on your cunt,knowing very well how to find that spot that made you melt and giving it no rest,prescisely brushing his fingertips in there with every thrust of his hand.

As his ring and middle finger pumped your pussy,his thumb played with your clit,bringing you closer and closer to a release.

Harry could feel the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers,he leaned his body upon yours,attacking your neck once more,never stopping the ministrations on your pussy,it was definitely gonna leave a mark,but he knew you liked to be marked by him,so that everyone knows what he's getting after a well played match

"are you going to cum?"

"yes!" You somehow breathed out

"let go them"

You came almost immediately after his words, feeling your orgasm wash over you,at first you find it Weir that he so easily gave you your release,you were expecting him to tease the hell out of you and make you beg for him to let you cum.

But when his fingers didn't stopped after you rode out your high,it was when it hit you,he was going to overstim you,turn you into a sloppy mess,the startled look you gave him letted the boy know you were aware of his intentions,but it never stopped him though,he just winked at you,before diving into your pussy like he needed it for a living,tongue flicking your little bud,fingers never ceasing

You were still sensitive due to the orgasm you just had,the vibrations his groans of pleasure sent to your core had you already on the brink of cumming again,moans getting more desperte and hard to hold.

"ha-ah!-harry, gonna cum again"

"weren't you acting like a slut?that's what sluts like you get,just what you fucking asked for"

These words were all you needed to push you over the edge,coating his fingers and moth on your release.

You were already a whimpering mess,harry had that power over you,make you putty in his hands with so little,the sight of him pulling his pants down along with his briefs made you whine loudly,both for seeing his rock hard cock finally free,and for the thought of him fucking you in such a fucked out state

Harry knew you,he knew how you could get carried away,but he was painfully hard and just needed to feel your warm walls clench and cum around his cock.

He started to pepper little kisses all over your face whispering sweet nothings in your ear while easing himself inside you,his groans and whimpers in sync with your moans.he really did try to hold himself but you were just so close to him,so warm,so his,he quickly started a relentless pace

At this point you were giving zero fucks about being quite,just straight out moaning aloud.

"that's right princess,let the whole castle know how good I make you feel,f-fuck so tight"

You were literally quivering,shaking underneath the boy,wanting to get closer and away from him at the same time,it was hurting,but felt so good you didn't had the heart to stop

"h-harry 's sensitive,too much,'s too much!"

Now call him a masochist but this boy loves seeing you like this,writhing underneath him,face contorting in both pleasure and pain,him being the cause of it.

"fuck,I know love,just one more,for me"

He reached his hand down to toy with your clit,sending you into a blissful high,eyes shutting close as you came hard with a loud cry.

The way your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him was all he needed before filling you up with his warm cum.

Once you regained yourself and opened your eyes again,you were met with harry holding a wet cloth and a glass of water.

"you okay love?was it too much?are you still with me?"

"it's fine,I'm here love,just tired" once the adrenaline ran out it was hard to keep your eyes open,a drowzy smile on your face.

"all right, let's get you ready to rest"

Harry handed you the glass,and carefully wiped you clean while you drank,he them handed you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts,after you were all dressed up you just snuggled against each other,curled in your own little bubble of affection until doze off to sleep.

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Sorry,I don't do good with endings,and sorry for any mistakes,English is not my first language.

Hope you like it,tell me if something needs a change.

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levworship · 3 years

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Okay but I just read what the other anon requested and that was so good?? I didn’t think I had a thing for receiving oral but wtf 😭🤚could I maybe request smth if you got time?? Could it be a reunion between volleyball teams from miyagi and tokyo? So nekoma, fukorodani, seijoh, Johzenji (terushima’s tongue piercing PLS), karasuno, itachiyama You were the old manager of nekoma and was friends with literally everyone, during the talk kuroo somehow mentioned that in the nekoma reunion like 2 years ago it somehow ended with the main guys all taking turns eating you out and that pisses off the rest of the guys because that was their fantasy?? This ends up with you (with consent ofc) being sat down on kuroo’s lap as the guys also take turns eating you out (inspired by the other anon because 😩) I understand if you obviously can’t mention everyone, but pls mention terurshima, sakusa (who would only let you make a mess on his face) and bokuto if you could <3 ALSO the idea of two people eating you out at the same time, maybe bokuto and terushima?? IM NASTY OKAY BUT PLS DO THAT

Ty in advanceeee

i’m usually pretty fast but this took me a whole two days to write smh i’m sorry anon. hope you enjoy tho <3 i wanted it to be a lil longer but i’m so tired and i rlly wanted to get this out for you.

cw: group sex (like.. big group), hella sub reader, also fem reader, anal lol, oral (fem reviving), kuroo is the ringleader, humiliation ig, reader kinda into it doe, dirty talk, degrading + praise, squirting, overstimulation

summary: basically everyone wants to eat out/fuck y/n. explicitly written in here is kuroo, oikawa, sakusa, bokuto, and terushima. the rest is implied.

word count: about 1.9k

your face was buried into kenma’s stiff shoulder, your whole body feeling hot as your group of friends continued to talk about you as if you weren’t even there. but clearly they hadn’t forgotten about you too much considering the way their eyes burned holes into you from all around so indiscreetly that you couldn’t even sit your ass still.

you weren’t quite sure how the previous conversation had shifted so suddenly, but kuroo seemed more than happy with the subject change as his signature asshole smirk never left his features. “- yeah, ‘bout two years ago i’d say. she was a good fuck too. poor thing was so eager to make us feel good that she passed out.” kuroo continued to drag his story as if to intentionally provoke the others, and the staring at you only got worse. your nerves were shot.

you looked and felt like a precious bunny being stared down by a bunch of wolves. and honestly? it was hot as fuck.

which is why you didn’t bother to argue when you were practically dragged into the locker room of the old gym, daichi hurriedly locking the door behind all of you. you couldn’t help but feel bad for just a second. ‘didnt some of these guys have girlfriends? couldve sworn i saw terushima enter with some girl.’ but how could you possibly focus on that when your clothes were being literally ripped off of you and disregarded to who knows where?

your legs felt weak, both out of shock and nervousness from being handled so roughly. “bring her here, bo. sit her down on my lap.” bokuto (for perhaps the first time in his life) was silent as he dragged you over to the other ex-captain, setting you down in his lap on his spot on the bench just as he’d requested. kuroo snickered and raised a hand to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together like you were a little baby before releasing.

“ease up, will ya? so damn tense i can feel it from here. you know we’ll take good care of you.” he spoke so lowly and reassuringly that you couldn’t help but to nod like a fool as he turned you around in his lap to fit the others. he tapped your thigh once, twice, and you quickly picked up on the hint and opened your legs for their viewing pleasure. you tried to put your face down as you were smothered in shame from just how quickly you got wet from their rough handling, but kuroo gripped onto your face once again and forced you to look up.

“look up, baby. so many big strong men dying to make you cum so fucking hard. be a little more thankful, yeah? say it.” “thank you.” he shook his head with a small laugh before releasing your face, but not before lightly tapping your face twice with soft slaps. still, you remained out of it even as oikawa settled himself between your legs, looking up at you with the same lazy smile you frequently saw him wearing around you.

“smells so damn good. finally gonna let me get a taste, cutie?” he spoke lowly as if he were to himself before diving in and holy shit. you figured he’d be pretty experienced. the guy was a literal chick magnet. but damn, this exceeded your expectations by far. your body threatened to curl over itself if it hadn’t been for kuroo’s sturdy grip on your twitching thighs. the way he sucked vigorously at your clit while swiping his tongue along your folds to capture more of your essence had you drawing nothing but blanks up there.

“haven’t even cum yet for us and already going dumb?” kuroo teased, planting a kiss just behind your ear, a shocking contrast to the way oikawa’s tongue worked against you just right.

the air around you was so thick you felt as if it could be cut with a knife. some of the guys surrounding you couldn’t figure out what to do with themselves, nervously shuffling their feet without taking your eyes off of you. others had clearly overcome any former shame, already slowly pumping their cocks in their hands as they hoped and prayed that they would get a turn soon. the whole scene made you feel so dirty— so wanted. the desire that leaked from their looks on you had your orgasm approaching faster than ever.

oikawa seemed to have noticed this, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to make sure you felt him deep, muttering a quick “cum on my fucking mouth, princess.” the simple phrase alone made your orgasm crash down on you finally. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, which was now messy and tossed thanks to you.

you nearly passed out right there when he continued to lick you clean even as you violently shook in kuroo’s grasp, the black haired boy having to shove the other away forcefully just to separate his mouth from you. “that’s enough of that. did he make you feel good baby?” your eyes are still shut as you cling onto the leftover bliss, only offering a quiet “mhm.” “good girl. think you can give us another?” the question was clearly rhetorical, which should’ve been clear by the was he was already gesturing someone else forward. but still, you shook your little fucked out head ‘no’ and prayed upon some god that he’d have mercy on your poor quivering cunt.

but you knew better than to expect mercy from kuroo of all people. especially when it came to your body, when he kept whispering to you about how you were such a “perfect little toy,” and his “favorite doll to use.” before you knew it sakusa was diving into your pussy quickly without giving you time to do so much as muster up the energy to open your eyes again. his mouth was quick and desperate to get you off, moving with a sense of urgency as his hands busied themselves palming at his covered dick. he wasn’t nearly as precise or experienced as oikawa was, but his eagerness made up for it as he ate you out like a starved man.

your hips threatened to buck against his face wildly, cries of “please, please, please” falling from your mouth even though you didn’t even know what you were begging for. all you knew was that you needed more than what he was giving you right now. the man above you seemed to have read you like an open book once again as he released one of your thoughts to reach a hand around to your sensitive bud, pressing down on it softly. “see this?” he murmured, only receiving a small “hm.” in acknowledgement as omi continued his assault on your little hole. greedy fuck. “try touching her here. she loves that shit.” you cried out for more again, clenching tightly at the way he spoke of your body as if you weren’t even there.

the second sakusa tore himself away from your folds to wrap his lips around your clit, you were a goner for sure. there was a distant scream that you didn’t even recognize as your own until kuroo muffled them with his hand, body twitching and jerking more than it had the previous time. the room fell to a sudden silence even as you came down from your high, causing you to let out a confused hum.

kuroo’s chuckle broke the quietness, his large hand slapping your wet overstimulated mound and making you yelp. “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby. how come you didn’t do this for us the first time hm?” another rhetorical question. his hand trailed down lower, collecting some of your juices before he began to prod a finger at your other hole. “fuck- gonna let me bury myself in here again? want both of your holes fucked out?” and you couldn’t help but cry out because fuck yes! you couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. you nodded your head and panted like a sex craved mutt, and perhaps you would’ve been as humiliated as you were before if you weren’t so damn thirsty for it. every inch of you was begging to be ravished and destroyed, and you couldn’t help but grow more and more impatient as the time passed.

kuroo didn’t take his eyes off of you as he nodded towards the crowd once again, sakusa taking the hint and reluctantly scurrying off to palm at himself through his sweatpants just as he previously had. kuroo’s command must’ve been unclear though, as both of you were pulled away from your eye contact at the sound of a comical bonk followed by two grunts of “ow.” perhaps you would’ve laughed if the two aforementioned fools weren’t kneeling in front of your drenched pussy, ready to service you eagerly just as the other two had.

a chill ran up your spine as you surveyed each of their features. while both of them shared the same underlying expressions of lust and desperation, you couldn’t help but note how bokuto’s face resembled one of an excited puppy dog that perhaps would’ve been adorable in another circumstance while terushima’s was much more primal. “look at that” kuroo’s voice in your ear dragged you back out of your own head as he slowly sunk another finger into your tight ass. just because he was going to treat you like a whore didn’t mean you didn’t deserve prep. “making a fool out of themselves, all because they’re so desperate to get a taste of that perfect pussy. doesn’t that make you feel filthy?”

kuroo couldn’t do anything but shake his head at your lack of response, finally releasing your thighs for a moment to grab at both of their napes, silently demanding for you to hold them open yourself. “well? since you’re both so impatient, think you two can work together as a team? if i hear her complain even one time, i’m not letting either of you touch again.”

the two of them nodded obediently, and your eyes nearly rolled back at how demanding kuroo was being right now. it was clear that everyone knew who was truly holding the ropes here, and yet no one was complaining about the arrangement. seemingly satisfied with their responses, kuroo released their necks and his hands smacked yours away so he could replace them and hold up your thighs himself once again. “think you’re ready to take my cock now in here, y/n?” he smirked as he lined himself up. “gonna let me fuck this ass while you let both of them eat that slutty pussy? such a dirty girl. so fuckin’ good for us” he continued to spew filth at you as he lined himself up at your entrance, allowing you to sink down slowly.

you hissed at the stretch, but of course didn’t have much time to focus on the sensation because bokuto and terushima had finally decided that they’d been waiting for long enough. they worked diligently, the cool metal of teru’s tongue piercing flicking against your bud while bokuto slurped on your juices so loudly that the sound filled the room in the most embarrassing way possible.

yeah. you were in for it tonight.

sorry for mistakes or inconsistencie. requests for bnha and haikyuu are open.

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #bokuto smut #sakusa smut #kuroo smut #oikawa smut #terushima smut #haikyu!! smut #haikyuu x reader dirty imagine #.chiyo’s works #.chiyo’s works hq

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forthehpfanboys · 3 years

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Broken Stitches

Pair: Hermione Granger x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Hermione usually gripes about your dirty clothes being everywhere.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), oral (female receiving)

Smut Prompt 40: “Is that my (shirt/uniform/jersey- this has so much potential it hurts)?”

Notes: I have never written hetero smut before so I’m starting off light (please go easy on me, I'm trying). I’m gonna save the big smut for the next request. Lowkey think this is terrible but uh, ya know. And word count wise? This should probably be a fic but I got carried away-

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Usually, when you leave clothes around, Hermione nagged about it. She’d grumble for hours- literal hours- about how you have a dirty clothes basket for a reason, how she’s not your mom and shouldn’t have to clean it up, even though your dorm is shared with a bunch of dudes who each treat it like their person clothes bin, and literally no one asked her to clean it up.

Lately, she’s been quiet. She hasn’t been shrieking or nagging or threatening to hex you unless you clean it, she’s been leaving it be, which was very uncharacteristic for your girlfriend. Another weird thing was that your quidditch jersey was completely missing and you needed it for the game coming around. You asked everyone in your dorm, and not a single one knew where it ran off too.

It wasn’t until you walked into her own shared dorm and saw Hermione laying across her bed, reading a book… In your quidditch jersey, which looked cleaner than usual. You stared at the baggy shirt laying against her skin. You couldn’t see the title of the book, but you could tell by the white cover and the big cursive red letters that it was clearly a romance novel- and it was getting to the good part, you could tell because she kept shifting her legs and pressing her thighs together.

“Babe?”

Hermione almost jumped out of her skin. She slammed the book shut and shoved it under the blanket, crossing her arms over her chest. She quickly looked over at you, the heat spreading across her cheeks like a typhoon of red. Her bubblegum pink tongue dragged across her lips quickly, her knees coming up to her chest.

"Oh, hey, love! How-um-how are you?" Hermione smiled, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. She was blushing, you could see it in the dim light of her dorm. No one else was in the room-- the rest of the girls opted for spending quality time together in the warm spring air.

"Is that my jersey?" You asked, pointing at the loose (h/c) t-shirt clinging onto her chest. She stammered over a reply, her cheeks brightening in color when your point drifted to the rectangular shape hidden under the blankets. "And are you reading porn?"

"It isn't porn!! It's a romantic novel filled with drama and heart stopping romance suitable for any young witch!" She huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes stared into yours.

"That may be true, but.. Does it have porn in it?" You smirked, leaning against one of the four posts holding together her bed.

Her jaw dropped at your cocky tone and said, "No! It's romance, (Y/n)! A man like you wouldn't understand."

"Really, cupcake? That hurts my feelings." You let out a laugh, watching her with dark eyes as she stretched her legs out. "So, you're not wet because of the story right now?"

"(Y/n)!!" Hermione picked up her pillow and threw it at you, but you managed to catch it and threw it back.

"What? Is it so bad to check on my baby girl?" You were grinning again-- her thighs kept rubbing together and her hands gripped the end of the blanket. You could practically smell her arousal.

"Fine! Yes! It has porn in it! Bugger off!" Hermione squealed, putting the pillow back into place behind her back so she didn't have to look at you.

"That's all I wanted to hear, lovely." you pulled out your wand. You shut the door, locked it and used a silencing charm all at once before throwing the stick off to the side and gripping the thick, red blanket

Yanking the blanket off the bed, and haphazardly throwing it to the ground, you crawled onto the foot of the bed and grabbed her ankles. You tugged her closer and ignored her squeal due to the sudden movement. From the fast bounce of her tits and the bare skin that got exposed as the jersey rode up when her body slid toward you, you could tell she was naked, except for one thin, piece of fabric.

You licked your lips, trailing your hands up her legs to her smooth thighs. You felt pure excitement when her legs naturally fell open, exposing the thin piece to you. It was hiding just one of your favorite features of her and it had a small wet patch right in the middle.

"Merlin, 'Mione.. You know just how to get me goin', don't you?" You spoke up, watching her face carefully as her eyebrows furrowed and her lip became trapped between her teeth. She gave you a nod, a few fuzzy strands of her hair falling into her vision. "Planned this yourself, didn't you?"

She nodded again, reaching for the end of the jersey and began to pull it up to her chest, revealing what you already knew. Her skin was bare. You saw her nipples harden from the cool breeze in the room and groaned again.

"My pretty girl. My wonderful darling, fuck." you laid yourself flat on your stomach after spreading her legs and your eyes were magically drawn to the wet spot against her panties.

Without hesitation, you dragged your tongue along her cloth covered sex, a needy groan leaving your lips at her taste. It was a flavor you had no issue devouring whenever she asked. You pulled her thighs farther apart, your nails digging into the flesh with another drag of your tongue. Her soft whined didn't go unnoticed, either. You raised yourself up, dragging your panties down with your teeth before sliding your hands to her pretty pussy lips.

Your thumbs carefully spread them so you could watch her walls clench around nothing. Another needy groan left you when her clit throbbed and you immediately latched your lips onto it, enjoying her squeal of surprise. Your eyes locked with hers and your own sex twitched against the mattress. Her eyes were completely fucked out- pupils swallowing irises the same way you ate her out.

Your tongue dove into her deeper expertly forcing a strangled moan from Hermione's lips. Your eyes fell half shut when your legs wrapped around your head but your tongue kept up a strong pace inside of her. Your hand not putting pressure against her clit went around to her ass, grabbing a cheek in hand and giving it a squeeze. The thumb on her clit began to draw those strong circles again and you enjoyed the way she bucked up into your face.

Her hands tugged at your hair in a feverous attempt to either get away from the onslaught of pleasure or get more. She moaned your name again with her thighs shaking around your head. You let out a moan, your own hips dragging across the sheets to give your hard on some relief, before you pulled your tongue free.

You dragged it across the folds once, twice, three times before spitting on her clit. The gasp she made was worth it. Your thumb went back to work while her head went back against the pillows. "That good, huh, darling?"

"Shut it." She moaned, her shin pulled you closer, practically forcing your face against her. You smirked against her before attaching to her clit again. It didn't take her long to cum--especially when you were humming against her. You helped her ride out her orgasm and pulled off with a chuckle once the overstimulation set in.

The only sound in the room was her frantic panting. She pulled the jersey back down and you carefully pulled her panties up after licking her clean.

"How do you do that?" Her voice was soft and winded, but it brought you joy. You smiled and kissed her knee.

"Magic, love." You did jazz hands at her, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes. You let out a giggle and sat up. If it wasn't for her pointing it out, you would've forgotten about your dick throbbing between your legs.

"Need help with that?" Hermione was already trying to put her chaotic hair into a ponytail- who were you to refuse a queen of what she wants?

"Yes, please."

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mayaflowerxs · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet w/ Lucas

Warning: SMUTTY

DT: jojo666804 , couldn’t find your @ but thank you for the request :) enjoy!

Aftercare:

He would be both this concerned boyfriend and goofy one. He’ll be asking you if he went too hard and if you need anything but once you ask him for something he’ll say some shit like, “I dicked you down pretty good huh?😏”

Body part:

Such an ass man. He’ll literally find any excuse to touch your ass. Not just that, he’ll find anything to think of your ass. He’ll see a peach and immediately start talking about how soft your ass is when he cups them. How red and sensitive they get when he spanks them. Then you yell at him for smacking your butt so hard that the clap was heard like from miles. Now you got this stinging sensation while he’s off running away from your wrath. That stupid smirk on his face.

Cum:

He loves cumming on your back or ass. Any of the two gets him going. He thinks you look so dirty before him it’s a reminder that no matter how much you scold him for saying such intrusive things here you are re-enacting them before him.

Dirty secret:

One time you left him with blue balls that no matter how much he touched himself he couldn’t get off. So he tried humping your pillow and the poor boy cummed so hard it was embarrassing for him that he literally humped a pillow that smelled like you to climax. When you came home he lied and said he spilled orange juice in the pillow case and his washing it. A part of him felt guilty that you later fell asleep on was once covered with his cum but he then remembers how you were once face covered in his semen so he lets it go. What haunts him is you finding out oh boy he can’t live with the idea of not getting any for the next two weeks.

Experience:

I would say he’s pretty experienced. No way a boy like him isn’t getting any. Yes he’s a gentleman and all but doesn’t mean he won’t having meaningless sex every once and a while. When he did meet you though even before you two started dating that’s when he stopped entirely so he wasn’t learning anymore tricks. He did find it surprising when you came out with a few tricks on your own when you two did sleep with each other. Only making him fall deeply in love with you more.

Favorite position:

Doggy a thousand percent. He loves everything about it. Your ass, his dick sliding in and out of you. Your hair in a mess as you dig your nails into the sheets. He has easy access to everything. Your hair, ass, pussy everything. Not only that, he loves how hypercritical you are. You tell him how he’s such a dog at times and now here he is. Fucking you from behind like he’s in heat. Something that you’re letting him do.

Goofy:

He’s in the middle. He likes to tease you and crack a few jokes but once the pleasure starts there’s no more jokes. Sometimes if he really needs a good fuck he won’t even take the time to even open his mouth. Just immediately have you tossed on the bed and begins to take off his pants. Warning you to not say a word. This side of him rarely comes out but when it does you can’t help but feel a little too turned on by it. Soft boi Lucas is no where in sight.

Hair:

He keeps it trimmed. Regularly yes but there will be times where he’s just not in the mood but you never mind.

Intimacy:

This giant teddy bear loves you so so much, every time you have sex he’ll go wild on you but the very last round is where he has you on your back. Smothering you in kisses, his weight on top of you as he goes slow and soft on you. Truly leaving the message that no matter how rough he can go on you, he’ll still remind you at the end of the day just how much you truly mean to him.

Jerk off:

He jerks off quite a lot. He’s very horny. He needs you all the time. And when you are away he’ll result to jerking himself until he’s really satisfied. But when you aren’t in the mood he’ll respect that, he won’t touch himself because he feels like he should wait until you’re in that mindset as well. But when you’re telling him no simply to tease him or to punish him then he’ll usually pout at you and begin to touch himself in front of you. Knowing that in any minute you’ll crack and begin to get on your knees before him soon.

Kink:

Daddy kink. Breeding kink. BDSM and gagging. He loves how pretty you look chocking on his huge cock. Oh god and the daddy / breeding kink. There will be times where he won’t let you out of bed and just have you screaming daddy for him over and over until he gets tired of it which is almost never. Lucas also loves the idea of one day having a baby with you. Wether that’s today or ten years from now. So his breeding kink is pretty serious. If he fills you to the absolute brim with his cum every single day and you come out pregnant with like sextuplets by the end of the week he will literally not complain at all. If anything that’ll get him even more horny and fuck you again just for getting knocked up by his seed.

Location:

He’s down for wherever. No limits. In public he’s this bean that is too busy making the world laugh because of his goofiness but as soon as he has you in his arms he’s not letting go. And if his pants start tightening he’s gonna start touching you in places that has you begging for him until he’s pounding into you. He absolutely loves fucking you by a pool or a large body of water. He loves how cute you try to keep your bikini on but it’s no use because he’ll only end up ripping it off your body.

Motivation:

Scolding. You tend to scold him because he gets a bit to rowdy at times. He’s either this soft and tamed boy who all he wants is to have his baby in his arms or he’s this little shithead that will go to great lengths to get you pissy. And when you do, you start telling him off. How immature and childish he is and needs to knock it off. And by doing so, he as you bouncing on his cock. Telling you the only he can be tamed is if you shut him off by having that pretty cunt of yours wrapped around his dick.

No:

Will not do humiliation. He never understood why anyone would be into that with their partner. He couldn’t imagine doing that to you. You’re to precious to have the world see you in such a vulnerable state. Especially in a state only he can put you in no one else.

Oral:

LOVES ORAL. Oh my god there’s time where he doesn’t even want to do the actual sex thing where his dick inside your cunt so having all night with you sucking him off and him eating your pussy will do.

Pace:

He tends to go fast and hard. But on the last round he’ll go slow and deep.

Quickies:

He’s all about quickies. If it means to have him do such dirty things to you and you doing the same he’s all for it. He also loves the rush that comes with it. He’ll usually challenge you by saying shit like, “Bet I can make you come two times in 15 minutes.” Then there you guys are in the bathroom, him jackrabbiting you like crazy.

Risk:

Loves risks. He likes how whining you get trying to get him to hurry up but you’re not the one in charge. He is, he he says, happens. So if he wants to fuck you for a good hour in the bathroom then it’s gonna happen whether someone walks in or not.

Stamina:

Dude can last for like 5 rounds that’s how high his sex drive is. He also loves overstimulating himself. He likes to push his limits to pounding into you until he’s the one seeing spots and is close to blacking out.

Toys:

He can work with toys. He’s pretty freaky in bed so if a toy would be used he’ll be a lot more excited then you would’ve imagined. But he can assure you, you’ll regret bringing one out because he’ll fuck you with it all night until your gripping his hands away pleading him, ‘no more’.

Unfair:

He likes to tease you but man he absolutely loves it when you do it to him. He won’t even try to take control back. If you continuously give him a hand job but pull away before he can cum he’ll have you doing it again and again until he can’t put up with it no more.

Volume:

He’s pretty loud. It’ll start out with groans then with dirty talking. Following with moans and when he’s really at his peak he’ll start whimpering in your ears. Begging you to cum with him.

Wildcard:

One time you guys were having sex in the pool. You two went about four rounds and when you guys finally got out. His shorts and your parties where left in there. Yeah the boys were absolutely disgusted and upset that they couldn’t come home to a refreshing pool because it was covered of your guys liquids and clothes.

X-ray:

He’s big BIG. No doubt, I don’t think I need to be explicit the man is packing for real.

Yearning:

Like I said earlier, he needs you almost all the time. If he’s lucky, you two will have sex at least 5-6 times a week. If you are also as needy as him it can even go up to 8-9 times a day. When he’s busy it’ll go down to 3-4 and even 0 if he’s flying places. Still he’ll find ways to have you two doing naughty things whether you two are face to face or not.

Zzz:

He’s out every time. He’s very creative in bed, it’s never a plain vanilla sex with him. So when he’s done for real he’ll be out like a light in 4 minutes tops.

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angelatsumu · 3 years

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bent over babies [nsfw]

headcanons about how the boys would act if their s/o was bent over in front of them

hi lovies! back with another self-indulgent post <3 boys are: mattsun, bokuto, atsumu & hinata (HINATA BRAIN ROT supremacy).

mentions of not-prepping before penetration, sorta dom vibes, puppy!reader in like 2 or 3 of them, slight feral energy, oral f!receiving, fingering

i am taking requests!! <3 enjoy!!

m. issei

issei is 100% apart of the fake bangs you squad, but he has the occasional stoops behind you and runs his thumb right where your cunny would be

he literally does not care if he is around his teammates or not because he is, as he says, "addicted to your pussy" and nothing is stopping him from devouring you

“aw, i don’t even have to work for it anymore, hm?” before you could move to stand up straight, his palm pressed into your lower back before sliding over your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. your skimpy skirt did nothing to cover your panty-covered cunny, to his delight. he crouched behind you, placing a chaste kiss to your right cheek before pressing his thumb between your folds, brows furrowing as he felt the growing slick. he groaned in satisfaction, thumb skillfully finding your clit and circling slowly. “always a treat finding you like this, puppy,” he chirps, warm breath fanning over your backside as he presses his forehead against your skin, fingers still working you. when he’s satisfied with the slight tremble of your legs, he’ll pull your panties aside, delving two fingers into your slick hole, feeling the velvety walls fluttering for him.

b. koutaro

bokuto is such a feral lover when it comes to you, going crazy whenever he can lay his hands on you

that being said, boy's head spins whenever he finds you bent over in nothing but his tee shirt, panties or not.

let's say you're putting your dishes into the dishwasher, you're bent over just enough for the hem of his shirt to get hitched on the swell of your ass, and he gets an almost perfect view of your uncovered cunt.

boy immediately beelines to you, pressing his semi into your backside as his stature swallow up your small frame.

"putting on a little show for me, hm?" his breath fans over your ear as his hands come to your waist, smoothing over your tummy before coming under your shirt to tweak your nipples. a soft whimper leaves your lips and he almost loses it, but he remains composed. his hips have you pinned against the counter as your right hand moves up your body to grip his right wrist. he quirks an eyebrow as he buries his face in your neck, placing gentle kisses and humming against your skin. you lead his hand down your body, placing it directly over your heat. He chuckles in your ear, pressing gentle circles into your clit, and a soft moan flees your lips as you grip the counter. "sweet puppy wanna play, hm~?" you nod eagerly as he continues to twist your nipple with his left hand as his right fingers move between your slick folds, a single digit teasingly circling your entrance. a sigh leaves your lips as he finally penetrates, and his teeth take purchase on your soft neck, a groan leaving his lips.

miya. atsumu

boy is a fiend for a bent over significant other

he just wants so badly to get buried between those thighs and not come up until you're struggling to stand.

so you'd probably be fresh out of the shower, drying off your body and lotioning every inch of your skin (to keep it nice and soft).

and you'd just be jamming out and maybe even rocking your hips a little and Atsumu's off in the closet looking for a shirt or something, and he comes out to find you bent over, in your own little world, pussy on full display for him

without thinking he's on his knees behind you, licking a thick stripe up your folds, and your knees nearly buckle at the feel of the thick, warm muscle.

"hold your ankles, baby," he coaxes, warm breath fanning over your heat. a blush rises to your cheeks as you lean forward more, grabbing your ankles as he'd told you. he chuckles coyly at your compliance, placing a gentle kiss against your right cheek. "always so good for me, doll," he drawls, swiping his tongue through your folds again. his hands come up to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks so he has better access before burying his face in you, tongue immediately going to circle your clit as a huff leaves your lips. within moments you're heating up, coil beginning to tighten within you. "so good, puppy," he groans behind you, moving his tongue at a faster pace over your clit, lapping at the accumulating slick that begins dripping down your thighs. "m-more~" you manage you get out, and his right hand slides between you, two fingers circling your desperate hole. he slowly delves them into your slick cunny, walls instinctively squeezing him like a vice. "fuck~" you whimper, head falling against the mattress as you grip your ankles tighter, legs shaking as 'sumu's fingers caress that spongey spot within you, pushing you closer to breaking. "come on, puppy~", he whines, desperate to make you come undone on his tongue. Atsumu's lips enclose your clit, sucking gently as his fingers move at an unforgiving pace. he whines against you once more, giving the gentlest graze to your clit with his teeth and you're seeing stars, legs shaking as you cum all over him. he grins, moaning as he lets you ride out your orgasm.

h. shouyo

this one is a hornball honestly

he will go absolutely feral seeing you bent over like that for him, especially if you're just minding your business

he loves just coming up behind you and slipping his fingers right in, never disappointed to find you wet and needy for him.

if he's feeling particularly needy, he just slips himself into you, a loud groan leaving his lips and the cockiest smirk on his face

today was one of those days

"~nggh," the whimper flees your mouth before you can stop it, feeling so stretched so abruptly had you feeling dizzy as you gripped the counter until your knuckles ached. Shoyo was drilling your cunny at an unforgiving pace, left hand entangling in your own as his right hand gripped your hip for balance. he was far gone, grunting and moaning incessantly, head thrown back as sweat began to accumulate on his forehead. the pace was almost unbearable as tears began to well in your eyes, slowly slipping down your cheeks. Your dressed was hunched up over your waist, panties pushed to the side just enough for him to feel you. the thought of how you looked right now, bent over like the good girl you were, had him feral. you were already creaming around him, walls fluttering with each thrust against your spongey spot, toes curling as he kissed your cerivx. "sho-shoyo, please~" you were unsure what you were begging for, but he seemed to have an idea. his left hand untangled from yours, slipping around to the front of your body and immediately finding your clit. with the gentlest touch you clenched around him causing him to his in pleasure. he thumb circled your clit with precision, making tight figure-eights rhythm with his thrusts. he whimpered when you clenched around him again, knowing you were close. your legs began to shake as your tears continued flowing, the coil in your stomach close to snapping. Shoyo leaned over you, peppering gentle kisses along your neck as he continued to drill your drooling heat. "can never stop, never, " he moaned as his eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure of you creaming around him again almost too much to bear. "g-gonna fill my pretty baby, hm?" you respond a wordless moan, filling him paint your walls as he thrusts through his orgasm. you began to straighten your back when his body presses yours back down, continuously fucking your overstimulated cunny. your boy had gone past the point of no return.

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parkjimin1010smuts · 3 years

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Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person.

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary. It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow.

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

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Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

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The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning. I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!” you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation. When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

Thank you so much for reading 💜

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that-was-anticlimactic · 4 years

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Yes hi, I'd love to know more about your tourettes sokka hc if you're up for it 👀 I'm starving for tourettes hcs so 👀

Oh boy oh boy oh boy!! I can talk about this SO MUCH (I will warn now, there will be some Zukka in this) okay so I guess I’ll start at the beginning...

Sokka was six when he started showing symptoms

It started with just some motor tics but everyone kind of just attributed it to this kid has a lot of energy ahhh

It became more noticeable when he kept almost killing himself with weapons because of his tics and slight carelessness

That’s one reason why he loves boomerang so much, none of the other weapons felt right to him and they would always get in the way of his tics, but he could throw boomerang and it would come back to him so he could keep throwing it and it made him feel calm

Then, Sokka started saying stuff that he didn’t mean to say, but again, everyone was just like hyper kid because it’s not like he was doing anything wrong

But they realized something was up when Sokka started yelling “FIRE NATION” without intending to and sending the whole tribe in a panic

So, Hakoda took Sokka to a nearby trustworthy Earth Kingdom village and that’s where Sokka got diagnosed with Tourette’s (and ADHD)

One of the things with Sokka is touch, like, he feels like touch is constricting and restraining sometimes. The problem is, he LOVES touch, he is a touchy person, but when someone touches him without telling him first or asking him, he doesn’t like it.

Sometimes he mentally shuts down when it happens, sometimes he tics more, the reaction depends on his anxiety levels and who touched him and when and where

The only people he gave a pass to was Kya and Katara. He didn’t even like it when Hakoda put a hand on his shoulder.

It was weird, he could feel the difference when Katara and Kya touched him compared to anyone else and he felt bad because he wanted his dad to hug him, but it felt so wrong

So, Sokka loves touch, but he likes to initiate it

So, moving forward, Sokka and Katara meet Aang, he’s the Avatar, they join and you know, there’s Aang the Avatar, Katara the Waterbender, and Sokka the guy with Tourette’s on the team

At least, that’s how they are known amongst the Fire Nation

Going undercover is so fun for Sokka, but he also has to be really conscious of what he’s doing and what he says and trying to suppress

It takes a lot out of him, but he knows he literally has to do it or he could get caught or expose them and Aang or Katara could get caught

On occasion, he has tic attacks (and for those who don’t know, they’re essentially a really bad TS day or moment where your tics are more consistent and seem to hurt more or you just have like an unending moment of tics where you just can’t stop for a little while. They are usually caused by anxiety or overstimulation or something like that, but they differ for everyone with TS)

The first time it happened in front of Aang, the sweet child panicked because he didn’t really understand what was happening and why Sokka was doing that and really what TS was

Katara is an angel, seriously. She is so sweet to Sokka when this happens and she knows exactly how to ground him and help him get through it

(Seriously, Sokka appreciates her so much. She is genuinely the one exception and anytime she wants a hug or any kind of touch she is allowed to do it)

the first time it happens in front of Toph when she joins is in Bitter Work when Sokka was in the hole

Just looking at Sokka in the whole sends my anxiety up because he literally can’t move! So like, imagine being in a hole for like five hours+ and needing to move like physically and you can feel the sensation in your body and it hurts and burns and tingles but you can’t. Sokka is not having a good time

So, Toph drags him out of the hole and is freaked out because she can’t see what’s happening and it’s scary because Sokka is making noises and hyperventilating and his heart rate is through the roof and Aang ran to get Katara and she can’t touch him because when she pulled him out of the hole he shrieked

She’s cool with it after that, she doesn’t think of him any less or anything, but it terrified her the first time because no one told her he had TS because they forgot to mention it and she couldn’t see what was happening

We all know that Sokka loves Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors with his whole entire heart and once they kicked his butt and helped him learn that sexism is bad, they were so fun to work with?? They taught him their style, obviously, but they also helped him incorporate his TS into it and how to use it to his advantage, something he had been struggling with his whole life

One of the things Sokka loved most about Yue is that she never even mentioned his sounds or movements she just let him do it without questioning him and that doesn’t happen a lot

I feel like Sokka having TS would make his time with Piandao even kore meaningful because he really struggles to keep his hands still so sword fighting does not come naturally to him

Piandao loves it though because it just makes Sokka even more clever and resourceful and he takes his time with Sokka, helping him as much as he can and never getting angry or anything when he can’t stand still

He also added more to what Sokka learned from the Kyoshi Warriors about incorporating his TS into his fighting and using it to his advantage

Not only was his sword an extension of his arm, but his TS was an extension as well

Did Toph and Aang help Sokka incorporate his tics into their scams? Yes, yes they did

Zuko joining the team was weird for Sokka because they kind of just clicked and he realized that they both have a weird thing with touch

On the balloon to Boiling Rock, Sokka is just comfortable around Zuko and his tics are like “cool yeah, have a break” and so he doesn’t tic and Zuko just “why aren’t you ticcing?”

and Sokka is ??? “Huh?”

and Zuko “You usually tic but you aren’t now. Why?”

and Sokka essentially explains that TS is weird and random and sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t, but he’s really comfortable and calm so his body is like “ye, let’s chill for now”

and Zuko is like “oh. that’s good. I kinda miss it though”

and Sokka d i e s because what?? Someone likes his tics enough to miss them? Like, they don’t annoy Zuko and he doesn’t tune them out?

and the bender goes on to explain that he likes the noises, they remind him that he is doing the right thing and that he’s here and he didn’t hurt team Avatar and they’re just comfortable / pleasing to the ear

and Sokka DIES

but then Zuko is like mmm maybe you should stay in the balloon and I’ll go to Boiling Rock and Sokka got pissed because he thinks Zuko said it because he’s a nonbender and he starts panicking and ticcing and Zuko panics and kind of just grabs his hand and Sokka... Sokka doesn’t hate it? Like, it feels nice and doesn’t agitate him?

but Zuko was like no I mean because everyone in the Fire Nation guard knows about the guy on team Avatar with TS and I don’t want you to get hurt

At one point in the prison courtyard, Sokka verbally tics really loudly about the moon and some guards hear and head to where they are so Zuko covers for him by screaming about how much he loves the moon

One of the worst moments in Sokka’s life was when Toph was falling and he grabbed her, but he wanted to tic and he knew that if he did, Toph would fall and die and he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t

(he still has nightmares about it happening)

when Sokka becomes an ambassador, some people are pissed because well 1) Watertribe 2) he’s a child 3) they suck 4) they think he’s distracting with his tics and Zuko is not here for it so he will destroy them

Like one time (after they started dating) Zuko overheard some councilors mocking Sokka’s tics and he got PISSED like so pissed and he went off and the found Sokka and hugged him because he is allowed to

oh! Sokka and Zuko’s thing is like hand-holding okay? They both kind of hate it because weird touch stuff, but it’s okay when they do it to each other?? Like, it feels right and like they’re completed and whole and it’s nice

before they start dating, they kind of do it a lot. Like, night before Zuko’s coronation, Sokka finds Zuko and he’s freaking out because what if he ends up like his dad and Sokka kind of just... grabs his hand and they sit there

Sokka is panicking because chronic pain and the cold of home makes it worse and Zuko finds him crying in the library and just... holds his hand

Zuko keeps little things on him all the time like paperclips and paper and writing utensils and things that click and buttons and stuff so if Sokka looks stressed during a meeting he can slip something under the table to him so he can play with it

Sokka also draws a lot during meetings, like, he doesn’t look at anyone throughout the whole meeting, even when he talks. He is able to focus more and pay more attention when he is doing something with his hands so he draws and doodles and sometimes takes notes

Sometimes he just writes the same word or sentence over and over again throughout the whole meeting

Sokka has sensory issues and a lot of noise stresses him out

It’s kind of the opposite of Zuko’s sensory issues? Like, Zuko doesn’t like loud noises and Sokka doesn’t like kind of static-y noises, like... when things sound muffled or muted or people are talking kind of quietly over each other

(Zuko definitely gives Sokka massages when his tics hurt a lot)

Random, but after awhile “yip yip” became a verbal tic of Sokka’s. Sometimes, he would say “you need to yip yip” and then he’d apologize to Appa and tell him that he’s yipping just fine

Toph is kind of like Zuko in how she likes Sokka’s verbal tics

She can’t see-see, but hearing his tics is nice sometimes, especially when she worries

She likes falling asleep to some of his tics

Even though Katara and Zuko are allowed to touch him whenever they want, more often than not they ask first because friendship is magic

Suki is lovely, okay? Like, just her presence is enough to make him feel better and she approaches helping him in a different way, she just talks to him and asks him questions to help him take his mind off of it

Sokka really doesn’t hate his TS, like, yeah, sometimes it pisses him off more than he can even explain, but it’s a part of him and as much as he cherishes when he can sit still, it’s wrong, it’s not him? He sits weirdly in chairs and changes his position every two minutes, he rocks his legs in his sleep, he sometimes even finds his own tics grounding...

Over time and with help from his friends, he learned to not be ashamed and that having TS didn’t make him ant less of a warrior

also, he, Toph, and Zuko are the disabled club✌🏻(and it makes them feel better sometimes in their own little way)

I have a lot more I could say but this is already pretty long, so I’ll end this sweet with Katara is amazing and Sokka’s relationship with her is wonderful and she knows how to help him with his tics in the way that Zuko does and can help center him like no one else and Sokka just loves her so much

Okay! Ah! That was kind of a lot but I hope you like them! Anyone can feel free to add more to this or lemme know if you have any ideas!

Thank you for the ask! I enjoyed writing these:)

#avatar the last airbender #Sokka #sokka avatar #zukka #Zuko #Katara #zukka but tourettes and a healthy dose of angst #but what if... sokka has tourettes #Tourette’s syndrome #Sokka with Tourette’s #self projection? who is she🤭#atla headcanons #atla #atla sokka #corey rambles:)#corey tics:)

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The Promise Ring

Summary: Some promises are broken, some promises remain intact, and new promises are made.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre & Rating: Angst, Smut, Hint of Fluff, 18+

Warnings: oral (m. recieving), somewhat dom!jungkook (he’s actually a big softie) sub!reader, hairpulling, mentions of jealousy, overstimulation, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex (pls pls pls stay safe guys!)

Length: 4.2k

Notes: I apologize that the first fic I post in months is so terrible (it highkey feels like it’s all over the place but that’s okay!) If you somehow enjoy this... please let me know! I’m still kinda in hiatus bc of school btw :( {Requests are closed}

Kay-Diggle’s Ultimate Masterlist

Before

“It’s so pretty out here tonight,” you commented on the beautiful scenery in front of you. You were laid across your boyfriend’s lap while he leaned back, both taking in the view.

For your four year anniversary, Jungkook took you out to a clearing that overlooks the city. You had a late night picnic, eating your favorite foods while sharing some of your favorite memories from the past four years you’ve been together.

“Yea… but you’re prettier.”

“Ugh, corrrnnyyyy,” you whined despite feeling yourself begin to blush.

“Yea, but you love it,” he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “And I think this is the perfect time to give you your anniversary gift babe!”

“No! I definitely told you I did not want a gift this year.”

“Well that is definitely too bad because I got you one anyways,” he countered, playful as ever.

He sat up, reaching into the pocket of his jeans. It was hard to see since it was dark outside, but when you clearly saw the velvet black box, you felt a rush of all different types of emotions exploding within you. Upon seeing your shocked face, he stupidly grinned before opening the box, confirming your suspicions about what was inside.

“Jungkook….” your jaw dropped as you looked at the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen.

“Y/n,” his hand found yours, “I love you so much baby. These past four years have been…. just, so amazing that it’s kind of hard to put into words, ya know? But the one thing I can tell you for sure is that we were meant to be together. You were literally made for me -- my handcrafted destiny. And I promise you that will never change. I promise that I will never stop loving you, I’ll never hurt you. I promise you that I will never break your heart.”

Nothing could stop the way tears pooled into your eyes at his heartfelt words. You were speechless, only being able to mouth the words ‘I love you’ while Jungkook began laughing at you while wiping away your tears.

“I know what you’re thinking but it’s not that, so don’t freak out! It’s a promise ring,” he took your left hand, placing said ring on your finger.

You couldn’t even focus on his words, you just wanted to hug him. And so you did. As soon as he slipped the ring on your finger, you were wrapping him in your arms and tackling him to the ground, crying while laughing at the same time while he laughed with you.

“Did you even hear me just now?” he chuckled.

“Yes, not a proposal, but a promise ring,” you nodded.

“Okay. Just keep in mind I will ask you to marry me one day,” he smirked.

"And I, Y/n, promise you, Jungkook, that when that day does come, I'll say yes. If you would've asked me tonight I would have said yes with no hesitation."

“Well then, I can’t wait for that day, hm?”

“Yeah, me neither.”

And that night, the two of you made love outside, underneath the stars.

Now

When you walked into the room you felt your stomach drop. Seeing your ex-boyfriend’s face months after the worst break up you’ve ever had instead of his best friend who you were planning to meet up with was not what you were expecting when you opened the door.

“You’re not Namjoon,” a deep frown set on your face.

“I know. I asked him to get you here. Y/n, please… just hear me out.”

“No Jungkook,” you shook your head. “I believe you said enough the last time we saw each other, yea?”

You turned, placing your hand on the doorknob and turning it. Before you could fully open it, you felt a force push it back closed with Jungkook’s strong presence behind you, his hand pressed against the door above your head.

“Y/n. Stay.”

He whispered it in your ear and although he said it in a commanding voice, his voice was strained almost as if he was begging. You stood completely still for a moment, your heart and mind battling against each other even though you already knew their fight was pointless. In the end, your heart always made you cave.

You turned to face him, realizing that you were completely trapped between him and the door, you quickly became uncomfortable. Fuck your stupid heart for not being able to resisit the man who broke it.

“What do you want?”

“I miss you.”

You scoffed at that.

“Well that’s something you could have communicated over the phone rather than creating this whole elaborate plan with Namjoon and getting him to lure me all the way to this hotel.”

“You realize that you blocked me… on everything, right? I can’t communicate anything to you,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I realize that. And I did that for a reason. What part of ‘I never want to hear from you or see you again’ did you not understand from when we broke up?”

“Oh I understood that shit perfectly and I still think it’s fucking bogus.”

“Yea of fucking course you would. You know that was always your problem. You never see things from my point of view.”

“Oh and what point of view would that be? Starting arguments over nothing because you’re bored to the point where we had to actually BREAK UP?”

“Bored Jungkook? Really? I assure you that if I was really bored I would’ve found better ways of occupying my time than arguing with your ass over the same shit.”

“Oh get real Y/n.”

“No, you get real!! Your head is so far up your fucking ass that eight months later you still can’t see what you did wrong.”

“There’s nothing to see! I didn’t do anything!!”

“Jungkook I fucking told you on multiple occasions that I didn’t appreciate you entertaining that girl when she flirted with you! You know, the one who was only supposed to be a close FRIEND?!?”

“Jesus Christ y/n, you act as if I FUCKED her. I didn’t even flirt back!” he stepped back from you, crossing his arms under his chest.

“IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER! Do you understand how it made me feel?? How she would whisper with her friends, talk shit about OUR relationship and I just had to sit back and listen. OH but the ONE time I get drunk and flirt with Taehyung in a moment of weakness, suddenly I was the villain. Suddenly I destroyed our relationship and was all types of whores and sluts. Honestly Jungkook, you can go to hell.”

“You flirted with my BEST FRIEND y/n.. Basically offered to suck his dick. I’m sorry, was I not supposed to get angry?”

“No but I definitely wasn’t expecting you to disrespect me by calling me out of my name Jungkook!”

“I APOLOGIZED! I apologized as soon as I realized what I said. And I’ll apologize again if that’s what it’ll take to-”

“No you don’t have to do shit. I’m leaving. I can’t believe I even stayed this long. Ugh, this is my problem. I’m always too nice to people who don’t deserve my kindness,” your words came out venomous.

Jungkook bared his teeth, visibly upset before he walked towards you, forcing your body back into the wall.

“No your problem was you never wanted to fucking talk. It was ALWAYS arguing with you. EVEN NOW! I invited you here to have a conversation and look at what you started!”

“No YOU started it!” you poked your finger into his chest. “You knew exactly what would happen if we saw each other again which is exactly why you got me here under false pretenses. This is all your fault,” you screamed. “Everything. Was. Your. Fault.” you poked his chest with each word.

Jungkook grabbed the finger you kept poking him with and it made you audibly gasp. He stared down at you with a look that came across as angry but having been in this position with him before, you could also notice a slight hint of lust in his eyes.

He let go of your finger before gently pushing his palm into your chest, making your back hit the door and grabbing your wrists, holding them against the door.

“Listen. To. Me,” he spoke slowly. “I am not putting up with your attitude tonight so stop.”

“Make me.”

It was like clock work, the way the two simple words you uttered set him off. He let go of one of your wrists to wrap his hand around your neck, choking you lightly and bent down to whisper in your breath.

“Stop fucking playing with me Y/N. You already know what happens when you do that shit.”

“Hmm… well it has been eight months. Maybe you need to refresh my memory?” you challenged.

Jungkook grunted out of frustration before tightening his grip on your throat and kissing you. The kiss was rushed and furious, much different than the ones you’ve shared with him in the past. No matter how upset he was with you, his lips were always gentle on your skin, but this was completely different. He forced his tongue into your mouth and bit on your lips so hard you were worried he would draw blood.

His other hand let go of your wrist, trailing it up your thigh to squeezing your waist and ultimately groping your ass while giving your lips a break to attack the sweet spots on your neck instead.

“Fuck….” you moaned out when his hand began squeezing your breasts, brushing against your hard nipples.

“You like when I play with your tits?”

“Nope,” you spit out. “You’re barely doing anything for me right now.”

“Hmm well you wanna know what I like? When you can’t talk. How about we shut you up.”

He shrugged off his jacket, placing it on the floor before pushing you to your knees. Having been in this position before, you reacted automatically, rubbing his length through his pants a little. You unbuckled his belt and undid his pants before pulling them and his boxers down just enough to reveal his semi hard dick. After finally seeing it again after months, it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss it.

“Suck. Now.”

At his command, you looked up at him while wrapping your hand around his base, letting spit drip from your mouth onto him to make him wet. You moved your hand up and down his length a bit before finally taking him into your mouth, You let your tongue run on the underside of his dick from base to tip before wrapping your lips around his tip and lightly sucking, just like you knew he liked. You looked up at him, covering your teeth with your lips and taking his length further in your throat. One of his hands found purchase in your hair, guiding you up and down his length while his other was spread against the door as if using it to hold himself up. You felt him twitch in your mouth before there was a knock at the door.

“Jungkook? Y/n? I just came to make sure you guys didn’t kill each other in here,” Namjoon joked wearily.

“Yup! All good,” came Jungkook’s hasty response when he felt you take in his length completely, deepthroating him.

“I see you’re acting out for Namjoon,” he whispered looking down at your teasing face before using your hair to push you further down and hold you there.

After a few seconds he let you up, coughing up spit while gasping for air loud enough that Namjoon could hear.

“Jungkook what was that? Where’s y/n?”

“She’s here. She’s fine. We’re working it out. Bye Namjoon!” Jungkook made you go back to sucking his cock after letting you get a few breaths.

“Maybe I should come in and mediate….” Namjoon contemplated, completely unaware of what was happening on the other side of the room.

“Unless you want to see her choking on my dick, maybe now is not the best time Namjoon,” Jungkook was starting to get annoyed.

“Oh… in that case.. I’ll just get going I guess…. Glad to hear you two are.. Working it out?” Both you and Jungkook could hear Namjoon taking off in the opposite direction of the room. It made you giggle a little bit, vibrating against Jungkook’s cock. Nearly cumming down your throat at the feeling, he slapped his hand against the door before using your hair to pull your mouth off of him.

His hand wrapped around your arm, pulling your body back into a standing position before capturing your lips in a heated kiss again.

“Fucking Namjoon….” Jungkook trailed off, his hands now exploring your body again. “And why the fuck were you coming to see Namjoon dressed like this?” He asked, referring to the tiny black dress you were wearing that barely covered your ass.

You replied with the most petty thing you could think of. “I don’t know. Maybe it was so that I could finally fuck one of your best friends, like I was accused of doing.”

Jungkook gritted his teeth, yet again visibly annoyed with you. “And how should I fuck you fuck, hm? Should I fuck you against the door? Make you scream my name? Make sure everyone in this hotel knows how much you’ve fucking missed me?”

His fingers traveled under your dress and pulled your soaked panties to the side, easily slipping a finger into you and then adding another beginning to fuck you

“Ah, shit!”

“Answer the question.”

“Fuck! Yes, fuck me wherever you like”

At that, he quickly ripped your underwear off your body and pulled your dress off, wanting as much access to your bare skin as possible. He pulled the rest of his pants off as you tugged his shirt off and threw it across the room.

He pushed you completely against the door and raised one of your legs to wrap around his waist. Taking his length in his hand, he slapped it against your clit a few times, smirking at you as you whimpered at the feeling. He rubbed his length against your wet folds until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jungkook,” you were annoyed.

“Yes?” He looked at you with a sly smile on his face.

“Just put it in!”

“Beg me first.”

“You’re so goddamn irritating.”

“Now Y/n, is that any way to talk to someone who can give you what you so desperately need?” His condescending tone of voice only worked to aggravate you further, but you not wanting to waste anymore time, you gave in.

“Please Jungkook! Please fuck me. I can’t wait anymore, it’s been too long. Please i- I need you!”

He pressed your waist further into the door before finally sliding inside of you.

“I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth that isn’t you begging or my name,” he whispered in your ear as he began to fuck you, his movements made easier by your wetness. “No talking back.” Hard Thrust. “No smart ass comments.” Hard thrust. “Nothing.”

When he began pounding into you, you lost your footing, almost slipping. With a grunt, Jungkook grabbed both of your thighs, hoisting you up against the door and trapping you under his body. With this new position, he spread your legs further, now being able to go deeper within you. When you felt his tip repeatedly nudge the spongy spot within you, you let out your loudest sound yet, a combination of Jungkook’s name and a moan. He apparently thought it was too loud because he covered your mouth with the palm.

“Be quiet” he whispered in your ear harshly.

You wrapped your hand around his wrist, moving his palm so that you could speak. “‘I’m sorry, it’s just so good, ugh fuck.”

“Yea, bubby? Did you miss me fucking this tight pussy? Missed me pounding into you just the way you like?”

The cute pet name he used to call you when you were in a relationship completely flew over your head. The only thing you could focus on was the way his cock felt sliding against your walls, throbbing inside of you.

“God, please! Please make me cum.”

“You wanna cum? You missed cumming all over my cock right?”

“Fuck yes! God,” you cried out when he went harder, your body banging into the door with every thrust.

Jungkook was too busy holding your body up so he could fuck you properly, so you one of the hands that was gripping his shoulders down to your throbbing clit, rubbing it so that you could bring yourself to your end. Jungkook’s eyes traveled down to where your fingers were working, biting his lip at the sight.

“Mmhmm, yes bubby. Rub that little pretty clit of yours. Are you gonna make yourself cum, hmm? Be a good girl for once and make yourself cum for me?”

“Yes.. yes, I’m gonna cum so hard Jungkook, just for you! Ahhh, fucckkkk” You were spewing so many words in your moment of bliss that you couldn’t even recall what you were saying.Your legs trembled while your hands wrapped around Jungkook’s wrist as he fucked you through your high. Your entire body felt overwhelmed as you came, especially when Jungkook kissed you while you were still shaking all over his dick, making it even harder for you to breathe.

Disconnecting your lips so you could both catch a breath, jungkook asked “You came so hard, can you take more?”

“Yes. Please, I need more.” Jungkook could see in your eyes how fucked out you were. The look you gave him had his cock throbbing so hard that he felt he could cum in that exact moment.

He carried your limp body to the bed on the other side of the room, placing you down on the edge and instructing you to move up towards the headboard, holding back a laugh as he watched you struggle to crawl with your worn out legs.

He joined you on the bed, sitting on his knees between your spread legs, touching himself at the sight of your post-orgasm face and glistening wetness. Watching him bite his lip and touch himself while looking you dead in the eye had your worn out pussy whimpering for him again, demanding more, and you couldn’t wait. You wrapped your legs around his waist, prompting him to hover over you, hands right beside your head to hold himself up.

“Do you want it?”

You quickly nodded your head.

“Words, bubby.”

“Yes Jungkook.”

And then you both watched as he slid his length back inside of your cavern. Compared to his fast and rough thrust earlier, these were slower and more calculated. He was grinding into you in a way where you could feel his pelvis brush against your clit every time he moved deeper into you. You cried out to him again from the overstimulation.

“You okay y/n?” he questioned, not stopping his movements.

“Yea, just sensitive. Please don’t stop,” you begged,

“I promise I won’t. I don’t ever want to stop….”

You couldn’t focus on his words while he moved inside you. All you could do is let the moans roll out of your mouth that hung wide open. And all Jungkook could do was watch, thinking about how much he missed this. How much he missed you.

He lowered his body so that he was basically laying on top of you, one hand gripping your waist while the other gripped the sheet next to your head. He rolled his hips into you at a faster pace and you couldn’t help but fling your arms around him, holding on tight. He dropped his forehead to yours and you finally looked at him, really looked at him without the lust clouding your eyes. You were still able to read him the same way you always could. You finally noticed the drop in his earlier dominant persona and how he became softer with the way he touched you.

You felt his love radiating through you. He was making love to you.

“Fuck y/n, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Jungkook … please, please don’t. Please just fuck me,” you begged. You couldn’t do this. You weren’t ready to face your feelings.

“I can’t just fuck you. I want more. I want you.” Both of his hands found their way to yours, locking your fingers together while looking each other in the eye. “I only want you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I love you, bubby. I’ve never stopped… ugh, I promised I never would.”

His sudden confession made all of the emotions you thought you had locked away for the past eight months come back. You were crying. You were sobbing under the guise of pleasure.. It was all too bittersweet. Jungkook was simultaneously making your body feel good but your heart feel so sad.

You couldn’t speak. You didn’t have the words. You just clamped your walls around him, pushing you both towards your climaxes. He squeezed your hands when he felt his balls tighten and cock throb, kissing you and groaning against your mouth as he came inside of you. He left open mouthed kisses on your face and down your body. This time, it was his fingers on your clit that brought you to your second end, all while whispering sweet, meaningful words in your ear about how beautiful you were and how much he misses you. It made your orgasm more intense, your feelings overriding your senses as you spasmed around his now soft cock inside of you.

When he finally pulled out, he kissed you deeply for only a second, hugging your body closer to his and wiping your tears away as you both tried to catch your breath yet again. When the stickiness of your lower body began to feel as heavy as your heart and to Jungkook’s dismay, you got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, taking some time to clean up and silently sob into your hand before splashing water onto your tear stained cheek. You weren’t prepared for what would happen when you walked out the door and faced your ex lover again, but you knew you couldn’t avoid it either.

Exiting the bathroom you saw Jungkook already dressed and you scanned the room for your clothing which was mostly by the door. Jungkook silently watched as you dressed yourself and when he saw the look on your face when you turned around, he shot out of the bed and rushed towards you.

“Marry me.”

Your jaw dropped. “Jungkook…. What? Are you insane?!?”

When he brought his hand into your line of sight, you recognized the item you threw at his chest eight months ago as you packed your bags and prepared to leave him. The cursed promise ring.

“Do you remember when I gave this to you? I promised you that one day I would ask you to marry me. Well today is that day…... Do you remember what you promised me?”

“Jungkook… “

“What did you promise me y/n?” he was desperate.

“I promised- I promised that I would say yes when you asked,” you mumbled, eyesight being blocked by fresh tears.

“Well I’m asking,” he got down on one knee. “Y/n, will you marry me?”

“This isn’t fair,” you sobbed. “I said that when we were still together. Things have changed Jungkook.”

“Oh really? What’s changed y/n? We haven’t been together for a few months, but who cares. The only thing that matters is that our feelings haven’t been affected by our time apart. And they never will be. We’re always going to be in love. I promised you that.”

Jungkook was crying himself at this point, and it broke you. Your head and heart were once again at war, but that didn’t matter. Nothing else could matter to you when the love of your life was on one knee in front of you, professing his undying love for you and asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Your heart and your mind ultimately knew that he was right. Your feelings for him never changed, and they never would. There was no point trying to fight it. And yea he might have broken a promise or two, but he was making good on them now, and that was all that mattered.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, before mumbling out a small “Yes.”

When you opened your eyes, your new fiancé looked dumbfounded with the brightest smile you had ever seen on him. He cried out in joy before coming off his knee, lifting you up in his arms and twirling you around before trapping your face in his hands and kissing you as if his life depended on it. You couldn’t help but laugh as you wiped both his and your own tears away.

“Was this your whole plan? To propose to me tonight?”

“It was,” he grinned. “Now that I know what my life is like without you in it, I’m never letting you go again. And that’s a promise.”

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook oneshot #bts oneshot #dom!jungkook #sub!reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook

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domthedevil · 3 years

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i see that you're still taking requests so could you do headcanons about the first time with the rest of the brothers following the levi fic?

Sweet tender baby MCs having their first time with the brothers deserves separate fics I think. And so my first series has begun. Let me know who should be written next. ✌🏻😘

Based off this request: Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle pt 2

Warnings: Belphegore x afab!mc, loss of virginity

Belphie thought the bet was stupid. Whoever you wanted to be with, you would be with. And for the first time in a while, he wasn’t so sure it would be him. Not when he knew you had your pick of the liter. Feeling a little down, the youngest brother made his way to the planetarium. He let the others argue it out on what reward there would be for being chosen. Again, Belphie thought, this bet was stupid.

Waking up from a long nap, Belphie blinked his eyes open to your adorable sleeping face. Whether your mouth hung open, or you drooled, even your snores were cute to him. Running his hand through your hair, Belphie stirred you just enough to wake you up. His smile warmed as you saw your eyes finally meet his.

“I was looking for you, and then I fell asleep.” You chuckled a little, hiding your face in his chest. “I want to ask you something....”

Helping you up, Belphie held your hand tightly as you both strolled to your room. Once the door was closed, the loud click of the lock was heard, and you were alone, both of you hugged each other tight. Hastily kissing each other your hands roamed up Belphie’s shirt, gracing his abdomen. A shiver ran up his spine before he gently pulled your hands away.

“This is about you...get on the bed.” His reddened face matched the heat burning across yours.

Kissing much slower, you let him hover above you. His lazy tongue massaged yours gently at first. But soon he was overcome with a little more excitement. His hands slowly played with every button and zipper. Soon you were bare and breathing heavy, feeling very kissed. Belphie used a much different speed to remove his own clothing, not caring where his clothes ended up.

Overly eager yourself, your arms reached out to hug him to your chest. You could feel his hardening length rut against your legs; and his racing heart against your own. His hands now teased your warm body. Licking and pinching your nipples, he used his hips to hold yours down. Your own hands rubbed at his back. Gently encouraging him to keep going. You wanted this. You wanted him.

“How do you feel MC?” His whisper was lower than usual, but still hot against your sensitive nubs. “Is it good?”

You made a small noise in the affirmative. The smirk on his face grew as he saw you smiling as well. Dipping lower, Belphie supported your thighs from underneath as he spread your legs open. His cock twitched as he saw you tense and clench around nothing. He loved the way you looked, and for the first time he understood Beel’s sudden urge to eat the first delicious thing he sees. Using broad strokes, he ran his tongue over your entrance and clit. The little jump your hips made had him craving even more.

Using slow movements, Belphie teased your clit. Circling and prodding against its hood. It felt like little shocks of electricity building in your core. The more he licked, the more it grew. All you could do was grip the sheets beneath you. Your breathing mixed with your moans had Belphie’s dick dripping with excitement. He was the first to make you feel this good. And he was going to make you feel even better.

Freeing one of his hands, his long fingers slipped inside your soaking pussy. He could taste every ounce of arousal. And you tasted sweeter than anything he had ever had before. Belphie’s other hand pumped at his length to the sounds of your moans. Scissoring his fingers and pressing deep inside you, the luckiest demon in the world moaned as well. You were turning him on so much, but he was trying to hold back for your sake.

“Belphie it feels good. M-my legs are shaking.”

“Tell me more. Where does it feel the best?”

You kept describing how it felt. Making him even more desperate to enter you already. Fingers still pulling in and out of you, the youngest demon sat on his knees to watch your face change. Your sweet face now with a furrowed brow and damp with sweat. He wished he could take a picture to show you how arousing you looked.

“MC...I want you so badly.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you could only nod through your moans.

You watched as he moved slowly again. Removing his fingers and using them to rub his cock in front of you. He wasn’t too big, but by no means small. The feel of his tapered tip stroking over your wet folds, lubricating himself, brought you back to the situation. You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut. But instead of being penetrated you were kissed again.

“Look at me MC.” His whisper was almost a whine. “I love you.” Your hands traced the arms that were holding him above you soothingly.

“I love you too....I’m ready.”

A pressure at your entrance startled you slightly. Making him hesitate. But your kiss reassured him as you both went back to looking at each other’s eyes. He pressed into you again. The head of his cock pushed pass the tight walls you’d never felt stretched before. It took your breath away slightly as a sharp pain faded away. The twitching in your hips was adorable to Belphie as he pressed himself entirely inside you.

“It’s tight. Belphie, w-wait...”

“I won’t move until you’re ready.”

It took a moment to adjust. But once you did, the realization of how full you were made you even wetter. A smile spreading across your face, Belphie kissed at your neck. Whispering for him to move, your arms wrapped around his neck while he slowly rocked his hips in shallow movements. Your moans grew louder as your insides adjusted to his member. Belphie’s labored breathing next to your ear made your hold tighten around him.

“More-“ you caught yourself before saying something embarrassing. But that was all he needed to hear, his hips knowing how to respond before he could.

His hips snapped roughly once before controlling himself again, holding one of your legs to help him reach deep inside you. Ever the tease Belphie couldn’t help but put his thumb against your lips. He brushed your lips a moment before putting his finger in your mouth.

“Your mouth is wide open...does it feel that good?”

Licking his thumb you nodded. He was playing with you, but that’s exactly why you came to see him. Pulling his thumb away, he used its slick texture to rub circles around your sensitive bud again. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he continued to rock into you. The warm feeling was building faster than you’d ever felt before. You’d never been able to make yourself feel this good on your own.

You didn’t expect to hear Belphie be so vocal. But his voice soothed you as he moved in and out of you faster and faster. Letting little praises and teases slip from time to time. His own orgasm was slow burning in his core. Loving the shaky whimpers and moans you let freely ring out, he wasn’t sure how long he could last. This new side of you, these new expressions made his hips pound as hard as his heart.

“I feel hot all over. Belphie I think I’m gonna come.”

His lips crashed against yours. Your arms tightly hugged him to your chest. Every touch was heated and desperate.

“Come for me. I’ll come with you...”

Holding back almost a sob, you felt a hot coil spring free through your core, down to your toes. Belphie could feel your walls clenching tightly around him. His hips however never faulted. He was chasing the same release you were riding out. And the tight squeeze from your pulsing heat brought him over the edge as well.

“M-MC!” He moaned through gritted teeth. The sudden rush and release of coming inside you made his breath hitch in his throat.

Too overstimulated and exhausted, you didn’t even notice him parting from you and cuddling close.

“So...good?” Belphie smirked as he tapped your nose lightly. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Actually...could we do it again?” You moved to rest on yours knees. “I heard this position feels good too...” your face was warm again, but more enamored than embarrassed.

Belphie’s chuckle made you smile, but grow a little self conscious.

“I’ll try anything you want MC.”

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tamlinsbedroom · 3 years

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Chaper 9: Awaited Rutting

When I awoke, Rhysand was on the other side of the bedroom packing a suitcase for us. I silently observed him until he finally felt my heavy eyes on his back. His shirtless back, I should say. I watched the muscles ripple as he moved.

“Like what you see?” He purred. I blushed and much to my dismay got out of bed, wobbling up to him. He pulled me into him and I breathed in his scent that both lulled me to sleep and made me wake up.

“We’ll winnow to the Spring Court after breakfast.” He smoothed down my hair as he spoke. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded, but not before my stomach growled. He chuckled, zipping the suitcase shut.

“Let’s get you some breakfast, Alanna darling.” He grabbed my hand and walked downstairs with me carefully, gesturing for me to sit at the loaded table. I wasn’t shy as I gathered waffles, bacon, and eggs onto my plate. Even though we were winnowing, something told me that I was going to be in desperate need of strength for what I felt was going to happen later…

I saw Rhys smirk at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, it truly is astonishing how neither of us have ravished you yet.” My eyes widened and I was thankful that we were the only ones there.

“Are you nervous?” He asked me. I wasn’t about to lie when he had a direct pathway to my mind.

“Yes…” I admitted. He smiled softly and set his hand on mine.

“We will go at your pace. You don’t have to worry when it comes to us. We’d never do anything you didn’t want to do…even Tamlin. Though his past actions do make me have my doubts.” I didn’t ask what actions those were. We finished up breakfast quickly and Rhysand gathered up the suit cases.

“Ready?” He held out his arm to me. I nodded and took it.

In a whirl, we were suddenly in the Spring Court again, right outside the front doors of the manor. Not half a second later, the doors flew open. Tamlin greeted Rhys with a hard look, his jaw clenched. He looked at me and that look subsided, checking over me as if to see if I was okay.

“Come in.” He held the door open for me, but when Rhys came up behind me it “magically” shut on him.

“Rude rude rude.” Rhys mused. Tamlin snarled at him, pointing a finger.

“You are never to take her against her will again. I mean it.”

“Of course. It had to be done this once, and you know it. You should be thankful because right now I have half a mind to—“

“Hey.” I butted in. “Can you two relax? I’m safe and here. You,” I gestured to Rhys, “keep telling me alllll about how this mating bond is supposed to make you act like rutting stag and yet you’re both bickering like a married couple!” They looked equally as shocked at my little outburst, before chuckling.

“You’re right, darling.” Said Rhys with a grin. “Allow us to show you what you so desperately want to see.”

Tamlin was in front of me in a heartbeat, slamming his lips against mine with fury and passion. I kissed back, the fire being fed gasoline as the blood in my veins heated.

Rhysand was behind me, pressing kisses on my exposed shoulder before I heard a loud rip. My dress, well, what was left of it, was on the floor in pieces. I was now stark naked between the two men. Rhys grabbed Tamlin and I as we winnowed to the lord of spring’s chamber.

“You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for you.” Said Rhys, his lips now attacking my chest, tweaking my hardened nipples between his fingers as Tamlin made his way in-between my legs. He spread them harshly, hungry for the feast that awaited him.

“Go on, Tamlin. Feast on our mate.” Tamlin growled in answer, his tongue delving inside of me as Rhys continued to fondle my breasts.

“F-fuck!” I moaned out in a high pitched wail, never have felt this sort of pleasure. Tamlin’s tongue now was licking my clit in stripes, spitting on it and kissing it, quite literally making out with my pussy.

“How does she taste?” Rhys asked, peering down between my legs. Tamlin came up with his chin glistening.

“Like raspberries and cream.” He grunted, delving back down to suck my bundle of nerves in his mouth, ever so slightly clamping his teeth down on it. Just enough so that I felt the intense pressure. Rhysand turned to me and kissed my lips, his tongue sliding into my cavern and quickly dominating my own. He tasted like melons and strawberries from breakfast still, and—

“Oh my gods!” I yelped at Tamlin inserting not one, but two of his large fingers inside of me.

“Easy.” Rhysand said to him. Tamlin began curling them into my g-spot and my eyes rolled back into my head.

He kept fingering me for what felt like hours before taking them out and shoving them into my own mouth. I sucked around them, my tongue dipping between the digits.

“She’s ready.” The high lord said to the other.

“Who do you want first?” Rhys asked. That decision felt impossible to make, and Tamlin glared at him sideways.

“I don’t know…” I couldn’t choose without disappointing one of them. To my absolute surprise, Tamlin spoke.

“I’ll take her mouth.” He said to Rhys, looking equally as shocked. He nodded, and the males—my males, started stripping in front of me. Their chiseled abs and muscles shined in the light, and when they dropped their pants at the same time…mother above.

Their cocks were equally as large…and as beautiful. Tamlin’s was curved ever so slightly upward, a vein running through it. It was just as sun kissed as the rest of his skin, the tip a pretty pink. His balls were round and oh so heavy. Full of cum. Rhysands, on the other hand, was straight, with more veins on it. The head was a reddish pink, and his balls were just as big and full. I was about to be bred by these two—

“Are you ready?” I hadn’t even noticed Rhys between my legs, Tamlin in front of me, cock heavy on my lips.

“I want you both to breed me.” I didn’t know where those words came from, but I meant them with every cell in my body. They looked at each other, nodding. Tamlin waited to put it in my mouth, instead opting to kiss my temple and rub my arms comfortably.

“I need you to tell me if it’s too much, alright?” Rhysand told me, concerned at how fragile I was.

I felt the tip sting as it stretched me, Rhys looked into my eyes deeply.

“Are you okay, darling?” He asked reassuringly.

“Mhmm…just slow…” I held onto Tamlin’s hand, my grip tight as he slowly pushed into me.

“Such a good girl.” The blonde whispered into my ear, kissing my neck over and over again.

When Rhy’s was fully sheathed inside of me, I thought that I was going to explode. I had never felt so utterly full…his cock touching every inch my walls.

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He paused his words on each thrust. “Dammit I can’t hold back…”

Tamlin opened my mouth with his fingers, gagging me as a sort of test before he put his dick down my throat. I nodded at him…I needed him. The males were quenching a thirst I’d never known I had. His cock hit the back of my throat as I hollowed my cheeks around it.

“I wonder if your pussy feels as good as this pretty little mouth.” Tamlin mused, now fucking my throat at the same pace as Rhys fucked my pussy.

“Tamlin…you have no idea.” Rhysand was now pounding me, his balls clapping against my ass. He grabbed my ankles and put me into a mating press, his cock going even deeper. Tamlin pulled out to give me a breather, tears streaming down my face along with spit. Rhys frowned.

“Don’t rough her up like that.” Tamlin snarled and made a comeback.

“Then come fuck her throat and see how hard it is not to.” Rhys laughed, and I felt it surge deep within me. That familiar feeling of being right on the edge, about to jump off. Rhys pounded faster, and harder, and deeper.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. Mark you as mine. My one and only mate. Get ready Alanna darling…I’m cumming!” He did just that, his hot seed shooting against my cervix as he grunted deeply. He was about to collapse on top of me when he pulled away. Tamlin, now out of my mouth stood between my legs.

“My turn.” He smirked. Rhysand was now next to me, his hand in-between my legs. Rubbing his cum into my clit as Tamlin thrusted in. I almost came then and there, the sheer pleasure overwhelming.

“Gods you were right, Rhysand. Her mouth is heaven but this—“ He thrusted particularly hard “—is beyond compare.”

My clit continued to be fondled and rubbed by my other mate, all while my blonde one drilled me. Rhys fucked me with passion, with force. But Tamlin…he fucked like an animal. Both of the males made me feel so good in equally as addicting ways. I was lucky—so incredibly lucky.

“P-please Tamlin, Rhys. Make me cum…I can’t take it anymore!” I yelled out, right on the edge when a few more rubs and thrusts tipped me over.

It came crashing down not like a wave, but a tsunami. Rhys held me as I must have dug my nails into his arms.

“Dammit she’s clenching so fucking hard! I’m cumming—“ Tamlin released inside me lastly, his load just as big and hot as Rhysand’s.

I nearly passed out when Tamlin pulled out, laying down on the other side of me.

The evidence magic bond was leaking out of me onto the sheets, all three of our essences. Rhys went to go grab a warm wash cloth as I caught my breath next to Tamlin. When he was back, Tamlin held one of my legs open so Rhys could wipe the sweat and cum off of me. I flinched when it made contact with my overstimulated clit. Rhysand apologized, pressing a simple kiss to it. He discarded of the towel and went to lay next to me.

Both of the males at either of my sides made me feel the most protected I’d ever felt in my entire life. Rhys must have heard me as he squeezed my arm.

“Thank you. Both of you.” I spoke alas.

“What for?” They both said in unison, making me giggle and them glare at each other.

“Everything.”

They both kissed my cheeks, Rhysand to my right and Tamlin to my left.

“Sleep, Alanna.” Said Tamlin. Draping an arm over my midsection.

“She’ll need it for the amount of fucking we’re all going to do tomorrow.” Rhys mumbled with a smirk, snuggling up to my side and kissing my forehead. This wasn’t so bad after all.

#rhysand x oc #tamlin redemption #tamlin smut #acotar fanfiction #tamlin fanfiction #rhysand fantiction #rhysand imagine #tamlin imagine #acotar smut

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geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde · 3 years

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Geralt and eskel taking turns eating jask one night during winter at kaer morhen 👀👀👀

For this prompt I was very specifically told to obliterate the twink, to make him cry. So, here ya go! 5 months later

Title: An Absolute Disaster

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Warnings: buckle up buttercups, this one’s a ride (literally) - threesome, double penetration, cum eating, rimming, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial

The biggest of thanks to @thecomfortofoldstorries for beta-ing the shit out of this for me

Jaskier shivered under Eskel's intense gaze.

When Geralt had first suggested it, Jaskier had been unsure about bringing someone else into their bed. But now, with his eyes burning into Jaskier's skin, Jaskier was thrilled.

He focused on the sight of Geralt, sprawled out on their bed, piled high with furs to help keep Jaskier warm during the harsh winter at Kaer Morhen. Geralt looked like a dream, splayed naked, his hard cock already straining, leaking on his stomach where the tip rested. His normally pale skin was flushed with his arousal, a look Jaskier had come to know well. His hands were folded back behind his head as he gazed back at Jaskier, his eyes roving Jaskier’s equally naked form.

Jaskier never felt more wanted, more desired, than when Geralt watched him so intently. Jaskier felt waves of heat behind him as Eskel moved closer.

Jaskier had been instructed to keep his eyes focused on Geralt until Eskel told him otherwise, so that was what he would do. Eskel’s presence was dominating, demanding attention and obedience in equal parts. Jaskier was drunk off it.

Roughened hands settled on Jaskier’s hips, squeezing briefly before trailing up Jaskier’s sides in a comforting motion before moving back down.

“Geralt,” Eskel said, the deep bass of his voice making Jaskier whine, “why don’t you get started? Give Jaskier a show.”

Jaskier’s eyes met Geralt’s as the man smirked, following Eskel’s order slowly but surely. Jaskier followed Geralt’s slow movements, relishing in the strong grip on his hips and he felt his knees weaken at the sight of Geralt, stroking himself.

Geralt’s mouth fell open as he began to pant lightly and Jaskier let out a ragged moan at the sight.

“Mmmm… you like watching just as much as you like being watched, don’t you?” Eskel asked, his breath warming the outer shell of Jaskier’s ear.

Jaskier nodded, unable to find his voice, his eyes still focused on the downright sinful picture in front of him.

“Geralt lay back, prop your head on a pillow and get comfortable.” Eskel ordered, the command sending sparks racing down Jaskier’s spine, even though it wasn’t directed at him.

Eskel squeezed Jaskier’s hips again. “Alright Jask, I need you to sit on Geralt’s face for me, okay? Face me.” Eskel’s voice was calm, but held an undercurrent of dominance that made Jaskier shiver.

Jaskier hurries to do as ordered, clambering up the bed and Geralt’s body, carefully straddling the witcher’s face. As Jaskier maneuvered his legs into a good position, balancing on his knees, Geralt’s hands came up, providing support. The anticipation of what was to come had stolen Jaskier’s breath and he gasped shakily as he settled, hovering over Geralt.

Using his grip on Jaskier’s waist, Geralt pulled him down eagerly. Jaskier lost his balance, tilting forward as he felt Geralt’s tongue circle his hole. The relief he felt was immediate, the sensation sending sharp bursts of pleasure through him. He put his hands on Geralt’s chest to keep himself from falling as he grinded back on Geralt’s face, making the witcher moan.

Geralt’s hands came up, spreading Jaskier’s cheeks, allowing the witcher to press even closer. Jaskier’s eyes fell shut and he whined when he felt Geralt’s tongue push inside of him.

“No, no, little lark, eyes open and on me.” Eskel’s voice sent another shock through Jaskier and he forced his eyes open slowly, his vision blurry as he gazed towards Eskel’s large form.

The larger witcher had climbed onto the bed without Jaskier noticing and was now resting on his knees in between Geralt’s legs. His hands were rubbing a gentle rhythm on Geralt’s spread thighs as he watched Jaskier intently.

“Geralt, let’s give Jaskier a little more, okay? Use your fingers.”

Jaskier groaned weakly as he felt Geralt’s arms shift, a finger prodding at Jaskier’s hole. It was slick, the jar conveniently left in Geralt’s reach by Eskel at the start. Geralt’s thick finger finally pushed in beside his tongue, brushing up against Jaskier’s prostate and making him shake from the stimulation.

He was aching.

His cock throbbed as he reached for it, desperate to give himself some friction.

A growl made Jaskier freeze, his only movements caused by Geralt shifting him around minutely. His eyes met Eskel’s.

“Who told you,” Eskel asked, his voice low and powerful, “that you were allowed to touch yourself?”

Jaskier shivered under the fiery gaze of the man in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, shaking from desperation.

Eskel hummed, “You won’t touch yourself little lark, we’ll give you your pleasure as you earn it.”

Jaskier nodded, his hand settling back on Geralt’s abdomen for support.

“Is Geralt not doing a good enough job?” Eskel asked, shifting Geralt’s legs so that Eskel could slide his bent knees under them. Geralt wrapped his legs around Eskel easily as he continued his ministrations.

Jaskier was panting, Geralt now pistoning a finger in and out of him at a harsh pace, “No, no!” the bard gasped out, shifting his hips, “so good… just… wanted more. Want to cum.”

“You will, Jaskier. I’ll tell you when. Got it?”

Jaskier whimpered and nodded, rocking back onto Geralt’s finger and tongue.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Geralt stroked Jaskier’s prostate, making the bard howl with pleasure. Jaskier was quickly becoming mindless with it, rocking his hips and practically smothering Geralt, chasing the pleasure jolting through him at every movement Geralt made. His fingers, now two pressed in him, were focused directly on Jaskier’s prostate, hitting it with every thrust in. His tongue licking inside of Jaskier, helping stretch him while he occasionally nipped at Jaskier's rim with sharp teeth, making the bard squirm and wriggle and mewl.

“Four fingers, Geralt. He’s ready. And he’ll need at least that to take my cock.”

Geralt pulled both his hand and mouth away from Jaskier, making the bard whimper. He quickly slicked up his hand and put his fingers back to Jaskier’s hole. He pushed in slowly with all four fingers, making the bard whine from the pressure. The stretch was just this side of too much and it felt amazing.

Jaskier couldn’t think of a time he had been more desperate or more fulfilled.

He was babbling now, the words nonsensical as he rocked back onto Geralt’s hand, his pleas making absolutely no sense.

He felt himself being shifted again and then suddenly a wet heat was on his balls. He keened as he felt Geralt’s mouth draw him in, suckling gently at his sac. Jaskier was overwhelmed.

“Please,” he cried out. He could feel tears streaking down his face.

“Please what?” Eskel purred.

“I need to come. Please let me. Let me touch my cock please. Please, please, please, please.”

“Shhh it’s okay, buttercup. You’re doing so well. Being such a good boy for me. Do you think you’re stretched out enough for my cock?”

Jaskier groaned and feverishly nodded, “Please. I want it so bad. Please.”

“You’re being so good, buttercup. So good. But I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

Jaskier whimpered.

Eskel muttered something so quiet only Geralt could make out the words and then suddenly two sets of hands were on him, lifting and shifting until he was sitting on Geralt’s crotch, his ass pressured right up against Geralt’s cock.

“Alright buttercup, we’re gonna let Geralt get you nice and open for me first, okay?”

Jaskier nodded, the tears still slowly trailing down his face. Strong hands gripped him again and he was seated comfortably on Geralt’s cock, letting him slide down slowly until Geralt bottomed out. Jaskier’s head was thrown back from the pleasure of the stretch. Geralt’s cock was thick and beautifully curved so it hit Jaskier’s prostate unerringly every time.

“Come on, buttercup, think you can bounce on him for me?” Eskel’s deep voice made Jaskier shiver. He tried to get his legs underneath him and lift up, but they were too shaky.

“It’s okay, buttercup, we’ve got you. Geralt can do all the work, beautiful. You just enjoy.”

Geralt’s hands settled back on Jaskier’s hips as he rolled his hips, grinding inside the bard, making him wail. “That’s right, Jask,” Geralt whispered, “let me take care of you.”

Geralt wasted no time, beginning to lift Jaskier up as if he weighed nothing, thrusting his hips.

Eskel hummed, “Look at that. How does it feel, Jask? Geralt’s using you like a toy, moving you around for his own pleasure. Do you like that? Being used?”

“Yes,” Jaskier sobbed, the tears renewed as Geralt pounded into his prostate, “please, please, please”

“Just enjoy buttercup, we’ve got you.” Eskel leaned forward and pressed a hard kiss to the bard’s lips. Jaskier was so fucked out he could do nothing but moan into it.

Eskel shifted again, reaching for the lube and slicking up two of his fingers, “Geralt slow your thrusts down, we don’t want to push him too far too soon.”

Geralt did as ordered with a grunt, slowing his powerful thrusts down until they were smooth rolls of pleasure.

Jaskier’s whine threw his voice into a pitch he didn’t think had ever achieved before.

From his position, Jaskier had the perfect view of Eskel fingering at Geralt’s hole, circling the muscles before pushing in quickly with two fingers.

Geralt grunted and bucked his hips, making Eskel chuckle, “missed the stretch, wolf?” Geralt grunted again, pushing down on the fingers inside of him just as he lifted Jaskier, nearly unseating the bard from his cock before slamming him back down.

Jaskier nearly toppled forward from the force, reaching out to grab hold of Eskel’s shoulders.

Eskel smiled at him, “That’s right little buttercup, you can hold on to me, okay?”

Jaskier nodded, burying his head into Eskel’s neck, tears leaking steadily from his eyes as Geralt’s thrusts began getting more powerful.

Eskel hummed and trailed one hand up and down Jaskier’s back, the other still fingering Geralt open, “Geralt’s close, Jaskier. Can you feel it? How desperate he is?” Jaskier nodded, head still in Eskel’s neck. “Has he done well, buttercup? Does he deserve to cum in you? Mark you?”

Jaskier whimpered, his hips making aborted thrusts, desperate for friction on his cock.

“I think he’s done well. Alright Geralt, cum inside our buttercup for me.” Geralt thrust one more time inside of Jaskier before shivering, his cock throbbing as Jaskier felt his hot seed spill inside of him.

He didn’t feel Geralt soften.

Eskel made a pleased noise as he ran a rand down Jaskier’s back, fingers prodding at Jaskier’s opening. “Still just as hard for us, Geralt?”

Geralt grunted.

“Use your words wolf.”

“Yes.”

“Prop yourself up, Geralt.”

Jaskier remained seated on Geralt’s cock, his head still buried in Eskel’s neck, whimpering quietly every time Geralt shifted inside of him as he resituated.

“Perfect. Jaskier, lean back onto Geralt, okay?” Jaskier whimpered. Eskel chuckled and shifted forward, moving Jaskier back until he was settled against Geralt’s chest, still seated on Geralt’s cock.

Geralt’s arms came up and wrapped around Jaskier, strong and solid. Comforting.

Jaskier whined and bucked his hips. His cock was red and angry, and he was so desperate. “Please,” he whined, breathing hard, he begged again, “please”

“Not yet, buttercup.”

Jaskier let out a sob and closed his eyes he wasn’t sure he could take anymore.

He bucked again when he felt more pressure pressing against his hole. Opening his eyes, he saw Eskel in front of him, a slick finger prodding at his opening.

“I think that you would feel amazing if I slipped in here beside Geralt, what do you think, buttercup.”

Jaskier froze, the idea alone enough to make him feel so incredibly close to his orgasm. He bucked his hips again, so close.

Suddenly Geralt’s hands settled on his hips, stilling Jaskier’s hips just as one of Eskel’s hands circled his cock, gripping the base tightly.

Jaskier sobbed again.

“None of that, I told you that I tell you when to cum.”

Jaskier nodded.

Suddenly the fingers were back at his hole, pushing in, Eskel’s other hand still wrapped almost painfully tight around the base of Jaskier’s cock.

“Gods you’re already loose and sloppy Jaskier. Geralt’s cum inside of you. I could just push right in, couldn’t I?”

Jaskier stared at Eskel cock, larger than any he had ever taken.

He had never wanted something more.

“What do you want, Jaskier”

“Wanna be full,” He whimpered, trying to shift but Geralt’s strong grip stopped him.

Eskel pushed another finger inside of him. It slid in easily, Jaskier’s opening around him beautifully.

Eskel smiled and pushed two more fingers in him on the next thrust. Jaskier whimpered at the stretch.

“Please, please, please, want you in me, please.” Jaskier was desperate for more. For everything.

Eskel tutted, “Patience, buttercup. If we go too fast, we could hurt you. Just sit back. Let us take care of you.” Eskel’s composure was infuriating. Jaskier was reduced to a shivering, sobbing mess but it seemed like Eskel was completely unbothered by the whole situation.

Jaskier felt another sob escape him as Eskel continued thrusting his fingers in and out of him. The additional stretch alongside Geralt’s cock was mind numbingly amazing and Jaskier couldn’t focus on anything else.

He felt like he might pass out from it.

Eskel’s position was perfect to hit his prostate but he just skirted around it, sometimes grazing against it enough to make Jaskier shout.

Jaskier didn’t know if it had been minutes or hours when he finally felt Eskel’s hand pull back. Jaskier felt empty despite the hard cock still inside of him.

Suddenly, Eskel was on his knees, his hard cock slick and pushed up against Jaskier’s opening, “You still want this buttercup?”

“Please” Jaskier couldn’t take one more minute of this delicious torture but he would rather die than be anywhere else.

The stretch was divine, something Jaskier couldn’t remember ever feeling. It stung but the pleasure far outweighed the pain. Jaskier couldn’t have imagined a feeling like this.

It felt like ages before Eskel finally bottomed out inside of Jaskier. The two thick hard cocks stretching Jaskier far past what he would have ever thought he could take.

It was bliss.

Jaskier tried to buck again but Geralt’s hands still held him in place.

Eskel pulled out and thrust back in slowly, over and over, drawing groans from both Geralt and Jaskier.

Finally, Eskel smirked, “I think you’re ready, buttercup. Hold on.”

Eskel pulled out to the very tip, slamming back into him just as Geralt lifted him just enough to thrust out. They set a brutal pace, pistoning into him alternatingly so he was never empty, their cocks dragging against each other inside of him as Jaskier felt like he was being pounded into oblivion.

He really might pass out.

His cock was long forgotten, the stimulation he was receiving was more than he thought he ever would.

All he could do was lay there and take it.

Geralt was the first to break, shaking through his second orgasm of the night and Jaskier could feel him go soft inside him.

Eskel kept thrusting.

Jaskier was reminded of the throbbing of his cock and he tried desperately to angle his hips so he could get some sort of stimulation on it.

Eskel puffed out a breath, “You ready too, buttercup? Gonna come on my cock?”

Jaskier bucked his hips again, desperate for more. Desperate to cum.

The hand that wrapped around him was the best thing Jaskier had ever felt. Eskel’s hand was still slick from fingering him open as he pumped Jaskier’s cock in time with his thrusts.

When Jaskier came, he swore he could feel chaos raging through him.

His vision blurred.

When Jaskier came to, he was lying on the bed, covered in a thin sheet. Geralt lay beside him, facing him, his eyes closed and face screwed up in pleasure as Eskel fucked into him from behind.

“Buttercup,” Eskel said brightly, only the slightest hitch in his voice indicating he was doing anything more strenuous than laying in bed, “welcome back.”

“How long was I out,” He asked, voice raw,

“Just a couple minutes.”

“Fuck.”

“Had fun?”

Eskel’s thrusts were speeding up, shaking the bed and jolting Geralt. He shuddered as he came inside the white haired man, his thrusts slowing until he finally stopped.

Eskel’s eyes found Jaskier’s, “It was a shame I didn’t get to come inside of you before you passed out.” He barely even sounded out of breath.

Jaskier’s hole was throbbing but he wanted, oh how he wanted it. To take Eskel’s cock again, have it fill him up.

His over sensitive cock gave a twitch.

Eskel chuckled, “It’s okay, buttercup. We can do that next time. I’ve got dinner duty tonight so I need to get going anyway,” Eskel slid from the bed, graceful despite his size, “I’ll see you both in a couple of hours.”

He slipped his clothes on and was out the door before Jaskier even realized what happened.

He looked at Geralt laying beside him. He looked sleepy and content. Except for his achingly hard cock.

Despite everything, Jaskier felt heat pool in his groin. Fuck, he would be so sore later.

His movements still shaky, Jaskier slid down the bed and settled between Geralt’s thighs where he was now lying on his stomach. Jaskier cupped his cheeks, pulling them apart and watching as Eskel’s spend dribbled out of Geralt’s hole still stretched and gaping from his cock. Fuck, Jaskier could only imagine what he looked like... He groaned at the thought.

Geralt’s hips shifted as he grinded his cock into the bed, “You want to cum again?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt let out a sleepy hum, “fuck me?” he asked quietly, shifting to spread his legs even more.

Fuck.

Yeah, Jaskier could do that. His cock was filling out quickly, leaving Jaskier feeling light-headed and sensitive.

He could feel Geralt’s cum where it was drying on his thighs as it leaked out of him. Fuck they were a mess.

Eskel’s cum was still spilling from Geralt slowly, the sight was beautiful and Jaskier couldn’t resist, leaning forward and tonguing at the spend.

Geralt keened.

Jaskier buried his face into Geralt, licking sloppily at his hole. Geralt whined and thrust his hips back when Jaskier’s tongue pushed passed the loose practically gaping muscle.

Jaskier took his time, licking Geralt open and cleaning him out until he was whimpering, thrusting minutely against the bed.

Deeming him clean, Jaskier slid up, pressing a gentle kiss against Geralt’s shoulder before grabbing him by the hair, pulling gently to bring Geralt’s face from the pillow he had buried it in. His eyes were red rimmed and there were tear tracks on his cheeks

He looked ruined

Jaskier couldn’t help but wonder if he looked the same. He certainly felt the same.

Maintaining his grip in Geralt’s hair, he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips as he slid inside of Geralt.

The slide was easy and wet, Geralt more than opened enough to take him.

“I won’t last long,” Jaskier bit out, his thrusts already speeding up as he chased the edge.

“Me either.” Geralt grunted, grinding his cock onto the bed beneath him as Jaskier pounded into him.

In what felt like no time, Jaskier could feel Geralt tighten up slightly around him, still looser than Jaskier had ever felt him before, and it pulled Jaskier with him over the edge. Jaskier rolled to the side, wrapping his arm around Geralt and muzzling up to his side, “We should clean up,” he whispered sleepily.

Geralt rolled so he was being spooned by Jaskier, his back pressed to Jaskier’s front, “Sleep now.” He said quietly.

Jaskier pressed a kiss between Geralt’s shoulder blades and let his eyes fall closed. They would regret not cleaning up when they awoke, but in that moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

They would definitely be doing this again. At least once a week until they all departed, if Jaskier had anything to say about it.

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