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onlymingyus · 2 years

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Late Nights

header edited by me (@chogiwapadada) do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x gn reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; unprotected sex, anal sex, dom!woozi, strength kink, if you squint slightly size sink, manhandling, fingering (anal prepping), humiliation (the reader feels embarrassed), impact play, pet names, recording of sounds without consent but reader finds out later and isn't upset*, mentions of food and eating

word count; 2.3k and some change

request; yes

a/n; *there is some things done without consent in this fic but i made sure to mention that the reader found out later and they had the option to tell jihoon to delete it and he would have. don't record without your partner knowing.

Jihoon groans, running a hand over his face as he sits down in his office chair situated in his studio. His hair is still damp from his most recent shower after working out. He could feel his muscles already beginning to scream at him, he knew he had pushed himself and he would be feeling the effects of going so hard in the morning but it was worth the results.

Picking up his phone he doesn’t even notice the time when he presses his thumb over your name putting it to his ear. You furrow your brows in your light sleep before reaching for your phone pulling it to your ear before answering with a tired hello. Jihoon frowns and finally glances at the clock on his wall cursing. “Babe, fuck I’m sorry. You were asleep. It’s fucking 3 in the morning. Go back to sleep. I was just missing you.”

You sit up shaking your head as you wipe the sleep from your eyes with a smile to his voice. “No, it’s okay Jihoon. Where are you?” You know the answer but smile anyway when he tells you his studio. “Aren’t you tired?” Jihoon grins at the tired sound of your voice as he leans his head back for a moment before using his other hand to open some files on his computer. “No. I’m hungry. I just got done with my work out.”

Smiling you toss your legs over the side of your bed before reaching for a pair of sweatpants pulling them on. “I can bring you something.” Jihoon laughs, biting at his cheek as he can hear you getting dressed. “No, that’s okay. I can order something. Babe, you go back to sleep.”

A breath falls from your lips as you balance the phone from hand to hand as you pull one of his hoodies over your head barely hearing the last part of his sentence but you knew what he was saying. “I’m going to come bring you something. Besides, you can’t call and say you were missing me and not expect me to come see you.”

Jihoon closes his eyes to your voice and stifles a slight groan at the thought of seeing you. It had been a couple days. “I won’t lie…I’d love to see you. Just be safe, yeah?” You smile at his words and bite at your own lip hearing his small groan as you pause at your front door sliding your feet into slides before picking up your house keys. “Course Jihoon. See you in just a little bit.”

It usually only took around 20 minutes to reach Jihoon’s studio but stopping for food made it closer to 45 minutes. So by the time you pushed at the door with your foot you weren’t surprised to meet little resistance as Jihoon opened it and met your eyes with a relieved sigh. “Here let me help.” You let him take the bags out of your hands as you smile at him following him inside the studio space. “I was starting to get worried.”

“Well I had to stop and wait for them to get the food ready. I came as quickly as I could.” You watch Jihoon put the food down on his large desk away from any equipment before he moves back to you and grins at you as he reaches up to put his hand around the back of your neck pulling you down slightly to press his lips to yours. You can’t help but to laugh against his lips as you feel him pull you further into the room as he walks backwards.

“Jihoon…” He hums on your lips as he turns you towards the wall and then starts walking you backwards as his mouth moves to your jaw. “The food.” He nods and gestures back at it. “Fried chicken was a great choice. It tastes better as it sits in the containers.” You laugh again but it’s cut short as your back hits the wall and Jihoon’s hands grab yours pushing them along the wall as his mouth moves along your neck.

“I missed you so much. I thought…” You whine into a moan as he speaks between kissing and nipping at your skin. “I thought I’d be able to wait for a while but once I saw you in person. Fuck…babe. I had to have my hands on you. My mouth on you.” His hands let go of yours in place of moving to your hoodie so he can push it up your stomach.

“I missed you too. You are always so busy. Locking yourself away here or in the gym.” You whine as he tugs the hoodie over your head and tosses it on the floor before doing the same with your shirt. His lips move back to your skin making small marks on your shoulder as he listens to you before speaking. “I know, I’m sorry. I just got lost in a to-do list. I’ll try harder.”

Jihoon groans as your fingers graze over the front of his shorts as you grip at his erection through them. He laughs and looks at your face to meet your eyes before tilting his head when you mutter about him already being hard. “I was hard the moment you picked up the phone and sounded like you do after I fuck you into the mattress. The tired, fucked out voice when my cock has been down your throat.”

You feel your cheeks burning as he speaks so openly about your sex life. You felt embarrassed but you loved how dirty it made you feel. Jihoon’s thumb runs over your warm cheek making him click his tongue into his teeth as he grabs your wrist and quickly turns you towards the wall pushing you against it. You loved when he showed you how much stronger he was than you.

Jihoon kisses your shoulder as with one hand he pins your wrist behind your back, your chest pressing against the wall. His free hand moving to push your sweatpants and underwear down. You suddenly realize just how naked you are in comparison to him as he is still dressed. “Jihoon…your clothes.”

He laughs and bites at your back lightly before nodding. “What? I’m still wearing them? I know what I’m doing. I like seeing you like this.” You whine and push back against him making him groan before his free hand slaps at the side of your thigh as he uses his body to press you against the wall. “Stay still, be good for me.”

You nod as he moves your hand from behind your back before grabbing your other hand putting them on the wall. “Don’t move.” Sighing you close your eyes feeling the slight tinge of embarrassment again knowing he is looking at you standing like this bare in front of him against a wall as he takes a few steps back.

Jihoon sighs under his breath before running his hand over his mouth at the sight. You were so good for him, your legs slightly parted, your hands flat on the wall. Your cheek pressed to the wall. He ran his hand over his bulge before getting undressed making you wait for him. Only when he saw your thighs beginning to quiver from impatience did he move back towards you. You moan into a loud gasp feeling his fingers run between your cheeks over your tight hole, Jihoon’s fingers covered in slick lube.

You hadn’t even heard him open the bottle but he had been more than prepared. Jihoon smirks at your reaction as you roll your hips over his fingers, his hard cock heavy between his own legs. “Can I ruin this pretty little hole?” You nod at his question, licking your lips as he works a finger into your ass carefully.

Jihoon hisses as he works a second finger into you as he glances down watching how you clench around him, you were sucking him in so tightly. “Perfect. You did miss me huh?” You whine his name and nod as your fingernails dig at the wall slightly. “Shh patience.”

You didn’t want to have patience. You want his cock, you want him to keep his promise and to ruin you. When you push back hard, rolling over his fingers as he scissors them into you, Jihoon uses his free hand to push on your hip to push you away slightly. “Are you that desperate to get fucked?” You nod and he smirks as he works in a third finger hearing you let out a lewd moan.

“You will be but I don’t want to hurt you. I love you too much. As much as I want to ruin you it’s only to ruin you for anyone else. Do you understand?” You nod and Jihoon’s hand slaps your hip making you whine as his finger plunges into you. “You know how to speak. I bet if you did…it would be the voice I love to hear so much so talk to me.”

“Yes. I understand. I don’t want anyone else.” Jihoon’s eyes roll back in his head at the way your voice sounds. Slightly raspy, stuck in your throat as you struggle to catch your breath as his fingers fuck into you. “Fuck…are you ready?” You whine out a yes and Jihoon slides his fingers out of you before this time you do hear the sound of the cap of the bottle of lube as he spreads some over his cock.

“Jihoon…” He laughs as you whine impatiently. “Save your breath, you are going to need it.” You furrow your brows and you know he is right when he lines himself up and slowly thrusts into you taking your breath away. When you gasp Jihoon stays still only reaching up to brush his hand over your cheek as he looks at you making sure you aren’t in pain. When he sees the look of pleasure spread over your face he smirks.

“Take a deep breath.” You do as you are told and slowly let it out relaxing around him before he snaps his hips towards your ass pushing you against the wall hard. Moans falling from your lips as any softness is lost on him from that point as he fucks you. One of Jihoon’s hands holds on to your hip as watches himself enter you over and over again.

The sounds that slip from your lips are so sweet and loud Jihoon finds himself smirking as he glances back at his computer to watch the recording ticking along. “That’s right baby. Nice and loud for me.” You whine and nod feeling your legs beginning to shake from your impending climax. Your knees beginning to give out as you moan his name loudly, Jihoon wraps his arms around you quickly keeping you from falling as he groans your name.

Jihoon’s lips press against your back as he closes his eyes tightly, his fingers pressed against your stomach as he thrusts into you hard and fast as you fall apart on his cock. When you clench around him so tightly he finds himself following you as he spills into you, his own legs beginning to shake slightly from standing for so long.

As you both come down from your climaxes, Jihoon laughs quietly as he presses kisses to your back slipping out of you. He is quick to grab his discarded towel from his earlier shower using it to clean you up making sure the cum now dripping from your legs doesn’t get on to any clothes or any part of his studio.

Jihoon’s eyes meet yours as he helps you sit down after he pulls his hoodie back over your body leaving your bottom half uncovered. You can’t help but to smile at the look on his face as he looks a little guilty when he leans away to press stop on his computer. “Jihoon!” He laughs and bites his lip with a shrug. “Completely for personal use. I swear, but I’ll delete it if you want me to…or…”

You lean your head to the side as his hands run along your legs as he sits down in his office chair still naked. His bedroom eyes still on full display as he looks at you, but there is a level of mischief to them as he smirks. “I could also send it to you after I clean it up and edit it. Then we can both enjoy it.”

Jihoon leans to kiss you softly as you give him a faux glare making him laugh on your lips. “If you put any of that cheap porn music under it, I will kill you.” Laughing he shakes his head and sighs looking at you as he leans close before finally pulling away to pick up his shorts pulling them on. You watch as he slides the bags of food closer, taking them out one by one so you both can eat. “I can’t believe you don’t have more faith in my producing ability than that.”

You smile at him fondly as you watch him eat a piece of chicken as he puts away that project safely for another time before moving to his real project before he gestures at the food for you to eat. “I will, I’m just resting. I’m not as used to late nights as you are.” Jihoon smiles at you with food in his cheeks before nodding. “Nap if you need to babe. I just enjoy your company.”

The burn in your legs and hips make you scoff into a laugh as you pull a blanket over your legs moving to lay on the sofa watching Jihoon work. “You have an interesting way of showing it.” Jihoon laughs again without turning around before you watch him quickly get into the zone, his soft hums along with his fingers moving over keys lulling you into sleep.

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duhragonball · 6 months

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All right, Nanowriomo doesn't start for another 24 hours and change, and I think I've taken care of all the prep stuff I needed to do. Tomorrow, I take a nap, stay up till midnight and... begin.

Not much point dancing around it anymore. The next several chapters of my fic will be devoted to Luffa vs. Goku. This was pretty much the whole reason I started this thing.

Like, I came up with the character around 2004, because I wanted to do a Dragon Ball fanfic and couldn't think of a good angle until I considered making my own take on the ancient Super Saiyan to serve as a counterpoint to Broly. And one of the problems I had with the original Broly movie was that it introduced Broly as a challenger to Goku's Super Saiyan title, so he'd have to fight to prove he's the real deal, but their battle was too one-sided for my tastes. I wanted Goku to face a peer who could match him, and they would put on a clinic. If they were to fight. In 2007, I remember imagining Luffa getting to see Goku and Vegeta in the future, but I couldn't figure out a good way to make that happen. Then 2015 came along with create-a-character for the Time Patrol, and it all clicked into place. I just had to write all the setup.

And I've wanted to ramble on about this for years, but I knew I couldn't, because it would spoil the fun when it came time to actually make it happen. Besides, there wasn't much use in hyping up a dream match when it only existed in my head.

But now it can be told. Well... not now now. But soon.

I'm feeling kind of restless right now...

Oh, right, I was going to address some programming notes. One thing I didn't get done this month was the 2023 Dragon Ball Apocrypha Liveblog. The last stop on that tour was supposed to be the DBS manga adaptation of Super Hero, but the arc stubbornly refuses to end. I had said a while back that I might just knock out the chapters that were available in October, whether the story was finished or not, but I just couldn't find the time for that.

So my options now are to write it up in November--which is probably not a great idea since liveblogging and writing fanfic in the same month never goes well for me-- or I can just do it in December, which might be more realistic, since there's a non-zero chance that the arc won't be over until then anyway. I mean, I can't do it in January, because that's 2024, and that defeats the whole idea of a 2023 Apocrypha liveblog, right?

I'll keep you posted, but no matter what I do, you probably shouldn't expect to see me post anything about the manga until December either way. Either I wait until December to start, or I do it in November and I probably won't have it ready to post until December anyway. These manga chapters always come out near the end of the month, you know. Anyway, I'm sick of letting Shueisha set the pace for this thing. I'll do it on my terms, not theirs.

And yeah, I guess that's it for tonight. For newer followers who don't know how this works, I use Halloween to hype up the start of Nano by queueing up some songs to set the mood, then I post a version of the DX theme song around midnight to mark the start, and also a picture of Cell saying "Ding!" from the dub. Then I use the blog to sort of ramble on about the writing experience. It's probably not great for viewer engagement, but that's how it goes.

#nanwum vii #almost there

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fbfh · 2 years

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daddy? sorry - billy hargrove x reader smut

wc: 5.6k

genre: SMUT

pairing: billy hargrove x fem/afab/fem anatomy reader (no pronouns I don't think but he calls you mommy and wants to get you pregnant real bad lol)

summary: you accidentally call billy daddy one too many times, and he's now determined to level the playing field and make you a mommy.

warnings: HELLA breeding kink, a lot of daddy and mommy (mostly billy calling you and him mommy and daddy), mild neck grabbing, petnames (dollface, sweetcheeks, angel, doll, sugarlips, toots, slut, whore, mommy, pretty thing), a lot of good girl-s, boners and grinding, groping, you actually say "daddy sorry" once lol, billy is kind of mean and teases you a bit, light humiliation, edging, some use of the phrase "knock you up", billy is very dominant, a loooooot of eye contact (some face grabbing to ensure eye contact), billy is swole as fuck, some unintentional temperature play, billy is wearing rings, some biting, praise, degradation, praise AND degradation, a lot of kissing with tongue, referenced oral (f recieving), billy has a MONSTER shlong, fingering with 2 - 3 fingers, fingering with rings, manhandling, some spanking, praise kink, billy pays a lot of attention to you (attention kink???? does that exist???), minor handjob/m recieving foreplay/prep, legs over shoulder position, restraint (he holds your hands above your head), cervix kissing, buff billy + size kink, "use your words", billy loves your tiddies a lot, multiple orgasms, PROLONGED EYE CONTACT, billy is kind of obsessed with you, some misogyny (as a treat) (could also be interpreted as sexy fun slutshaming if you squint??), nipple and boob play, finger sucking, belly bulge, a lot of pregnancy dirty talk, overstimulation, mating press, sexy threats to keep you pregnant?????, unhinged feral primal billy, cockwarming and cum plugging, some dumbification, I think that's it dear god

music rec: I feel like I was made for lovin you by kiss fits p well (i'm still working on my billy playlist lol)

a/n: so....... a lot happens in this. i've been thinking non stop about this for a while. billy hargrove can toss me around like a ragdoll and call me wifey any fucking day. also can we talk about how fucking hot he looks in this gif??????? also kind of want to write some darker billy fics, more posessive smutty stuff yk

please let me know what you think of this i'm fucking obsessed

also I read a fic once where billy said "daddy daddy, don't call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy" AND I CAN'T FIND THE FIC NOW (IF I CAN FIND IT I'LL LINK IT HERE CAUSE WOW)

tags: @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+

The first time was an accident. An honest to god slip of the tongue that you insist was not your fault. Seriously, if anyone else had had Billy Hargrove, fresh out of the shower and adorned in nothing but gray sweatpants smack their ass with that cocky smirk of his, you're sure they would have let a 'daddy' slip out as well. Nevertheless, you’d blanched. Mortified, you had been ready to politely pretend it hadn’t happened and move on. You expected nothing but the same from Billy, maybe the occasional teasing comment at worst. What you had decidedly not expected was for Billy to place his hand on the back of your neck and lower his lips to your ear, voice breathy and dangerous.

“It’s really in your best interest if you don’t call me that again, dollface.”

And that was it.

You took his word, not calling him that, not even bringing up the incident itself. As weeks and weeks pass, you soon begin to find it progressively harder not to call him that. You’re sure it’s just because of how adamant he was that you not use that particular pet name, but for reasons still beyond your understanding, now it was suddenly all you could seem to think about. Every time you see him, every time you think of him, your brain repeats it over and over, and you find yourself having to stifle it manually a lot more than you did before.

Your mind is suddenly torn from these worries one day when you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, clinging to Billy’s muscular arm wrapped around you. His chest is warm, pressed up against the curve of your back, lips pressing playful nips and kisses along your neck. His half hard dick is pressing against your ass, and his other hand finds its way down your pants, palming you through your soft panties. He murmurs dirty nothings into your ear, heel of his hand grinding down on your puffy clit. You’re so swept away by his touch that for just one moment, you lose focus. And in that one moment, it somehow slips out, breathy and desperate.

“Daddy…”

You both freeze. Heat rises to your face and you scramble to recover, and Billy is now fully hard behind you, a rush of heat pooling in his core as what you said rings in his ears.

“Sorry,” You sputter, “I- I didn’t mean that, I, uh…”

You’re so nervous and it’s so cute, Billy thinks, as you fumble for an explanation, that he can’t help but tease you a little. Maybe more than a little. He begins to play with your clothed cunt again, pace agonizing.

“You meant…” he prompts, voice low and expectant. You’re clearly having trouble focusing on what you were trying to say, which he exacerbates by once again, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say-

“Daddy- sorry!” you slip again. Your words hang in the air. He lets out a breathy chuckle, enjoying this way too much, as he lazily plays with your burning heat, warm and puffy, sensitive to his touch from the extent of your arousal. He leans closer to your ear, consumed by a new kind of hunger.

“Daddy, daddy,” he whines mockingly, voice treacherously sincere, “I warned you last time, sweetcheeks,” his gestures get sharper, punctuating his words, and his breath fans over your neck.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy.”

You can’t restrain yourself from letting a whiney moan slip out in spite of your best efforts to stay quiet, to not let his teasing get a rise out of you no matter how effective it is. The sound rings beautifully in his ears, and his fingers push aside the fabric of your underwear.

“You know,” He begins, dipping between your folds, spreading around the sweet sticky wetness with his fingers, and your eyes flutter closed at the skin on skin contact you’ve been so desperately needing, heart pounding in your chest, loud and heavy. His tone of voice is almost too light, too casual, and you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this so goddamn much. He continues, getting lower and more gravley in your ear, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to knock you up.”

His voice, his words alone are enough to send even more burning heat to your core, and your grip tightens on his arm. You can feel yourself dripping, squeezing out thick wet beads that drip down his fingers. He’s still edging you, and he can tell by your reaction that he’s doing a bang up job of riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered just for him.

“Huh?” he asks rhetorically, “You want that, doll?” You tilt your head back against him, trying to hold on to your senses. He finally begins to pump his long, thick fingers into you, just a little, and your grip tightens even more. His rings brush against your sensitive skin, the metal cool and rough, and it sends even more electricity through you. He cranes his neck, face moving closer to yours.

“You want to make me put a baby in you?”

“Yes,” you pant, without a second thought. He’s finally about half way in, scissoring your spongy elastic walls, stretching you out for what’s coming.

“Yes…” he prompts, coaxing more out of you. He wants to hear you say… what, he’s not exactly sure. Anything would sound nice coming from your lips at a time like this, and his repetition of your answer hangs between you, waiting for you to continue.

You squirm in his rock strong grip, ass grinding back against him, managing to half twist around enough to look up at him. You stare up at him, biting your lip with those big fuck me eyes that drive him wild. You look at him for a second, pulling all the breath from his lungs so easily, the way only you seem to be able to.

“Yes daddy.”

Everything leading up to this had been rumbling in the horizon, a premonition of what’s to come, and now with your words, you’ve happily sealed your fate. You’ve awakened something in him, in both of you. He lets out an excited chuckle, disbelieving how turned on two words from you have made him.

In one swift movement he pulls down your pants and hastily shoved aside panties, and has you sitting up on the counter, facing him, as he stands between your legs. The cold countertop sends a shiver up your spine, providing a stark contrast to your burning hot, fully exposed cunt. One hand comes up to the side of your face and he runs his thumb over your lip. You part your lips gently at his touch, and he uses this opportunity to connect his to yours. His kiss is deep and with purpose and you instantly want more.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other grabs at the soft flesh of your hip and thigh, making its way back down to your cunt. You’re grinding against his hand before he can even plunge his big, long fingers back into your dripping heat, and he bites your lip as a silent warning. Behave. You can practically hear him saying it, in that playful dangerous way of his, where you’re never quite sure how empty his threats to punish you and turn you into a good little slut for him are.

His tongue prods past your lips, curling and thrashing in your mouth, warm and full. He flicks it against yours, and you know the gesture is deliberate - reminder of how good it feels between your legs. It’s not lost on you, especially now, as his fingers expertly pump and curl against your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you out for his throbbing cock. God, you wish it was already inside you, but you know he’s so big you can’t realistically take him without plenty of prep. Plenty of fingering and licking and stretching that Billy is more than happy to provide.

He slowly works in a third finger, and you clench around him. He hums into your mouth, sending low reverberations through your lips. You can tell from how he’s working his fingers against your tight wetness, ensuring you’re thoroughly stretched out, that you’ve really excited him. He focuses all his energy on you, on making you feel good, and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start humping your leg while he does. By the time you’re moaning into his mouth, hands grabbing desperately for his cock, he feels he’s done his job sufficiently.

Feeling how tight you got around him in the last few minutes, he drags his fingers up and down, focusing on the spot that makes your hips jerk, and finally, you cum hard around his fingers. The euphoric sensation swims through you like champagne, and he lets out a loud moan that makes your cheeks hot. Feeling you pulse and throb, tight against his fingers, is driving him fucking crazy. He knows now more than ever that he needs his cock inside you, right fucking now.

He pulls his fingers out, dripping and wrinkled from your wetness, already missing your tight embrace. Your walls flutter around the noticeable absence, and you feel so empty. You whine at the loss of contact and he smirks.

In one fluid motion, he hoists you up over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm. You squeal in delight as he makes his way to the bedroom, landing a very firm, satisfying smack to your exposed ass and pussy, sending electricity to your cunt and heat to your face. He’s left with a wet patch on his hand, and an even stronger desire to fuck you till you can’t think straight.

Moments later, he walks you both into the bedroom, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed. You bounce when you land, scooching further back as he takes off his pants and shirt, crawling on top of you. He approaches like a hungry jungle cat, dangerous and anticipating you. Any other time he’d take plenty of time to admire you thoroughly, gaping and dripping just for him, just from his fingers. He would fawn over you, telling you what a pretty pussy you have, how he can't wait to stretch you out and ruin you, can't wait to make you scream his name.

But this time, for once, he can't wait. He guides your hand with his, moving automatically to his cock (which you can’t even wrap your hands all the way around), and you begin to pump him a few times to get him all warmed up. He lets out a heavy breath, your touch euphoric. Right as you start to drag your finger across the head, he lets out a moan, removing your hand before it becomes too much for him to bear.

Propped up on your elbows, he tears off your shirt, gazing at your newly exposed chest. He takes in your form, cheeks flushed. He pushes you down flat against the soft bed, where you land with a bounce. His large hands move to your thighs, groping the soft flesh, filling you with a hazy warmth.

"I love it when you touch me like that," you breathe, and you can see the anticipation, the hunger building in his eyes. He smirks looking down at you with a smoldering expression that sends a fresh wave of butterflies through you.

"There’s plenty more where that came from, toots."

Before you can even blush, his grip on your thighs tightens as he throws your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you, and presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips. He’s not stopping at folding you in half, you realize as he proceeds to pin both your arms over your head, holding your wrists with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. He begins to roll his hips into yours, and he moans, fully inside you in just a few thrusts.

If he hadn’t rendered you both speechless and breathless in a mere few seconds, you’re sure you’d be a moaning mess, too. Somehow, in spite of all that, he manages to draw a moan out of you, which is instantly muffled by his tongue fucking into your mouth. He loves that. He loves the feeling of you desperately whining against his tongue. It makes his grip on the sheets tighten even more, knuckles going white against the cool metal of his rings, and the chain of his necklace grazes against you in sync with his hips.

He pulls apart, letting out a long, low moan that quickly turns into a chuckle, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel him rubbing up against your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It’s a feeling that was entirely foreign to you until you had met Billy. Not only is he the only one you’ve met that’s actually big enough to reach your cervix, but he also knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it to make you feel so, so good - a skill he’s most definitely using to his advantage right now. It adds a whole new layer, another pleasurable hum to the symphony he’s creating with your bodies.

“Atta girl,” he praises sweetly, eyes never leaving yours, “just like that…”

Jesus Christ, you look so goddamn hot and fuckable when you’re splayed out beneath him like this, all submissive just for him. That doe eyed fuck me look on your face, while his hand is wrapped around your wrists, legs pinned down, it makes him want to fill you up even more than he did before. He knows for a fucking fact that if he could see your pussy right now, it would look amazing.

He’s really, really glad he’s hitting it raw right now, because if he somehow wasn’t currently about to knock you the hell up, he’d do whatever he had to to make sure he could. All he wants right now is to make you feel good, and fuck a baby into your needy little cunt. Based on the volume and frequency of your whiny moans and other noises, he’s doing a pretty damn good job.

He’s looking at you with this wild drive, this intensity, this hunger you haven’t seen anywhere else. His broad shoulders and muscular torso press into you, providing a nice sense of weight and pressure that somehow makes all this feel even better. The heat from your bodies radiates off each other as you pant, trying in vain to catch your breath from everything he’s done to you, everything he’s made you feel.

You snap out of the thought, stretched and accustomed to his size after a few moments, and he finally begins to move. The pace he sets is agonizing and perfect and you let out a long, breathy moan. A deep satisfaction begins to work its way through you as you’re stuffed with his cock, finally feeling full the way you’ve been craving for… a while, you realize. You didn’t notice how badly you missed Billy’s touch, his cock, the way he fills you up and stretches you out.

It hasn’t even been that long since the last time he rearranged your guts, you suppose, you’re just a little bit addicted to his cock by now. He hits a spot inside you that has you whining again, and you reluctantly admit to yourself you’re more than a little addicted. Much more. You feel him twitch inside you, making you even more aware of how well he fills you up, how deep and thick he is inside you, and you let out a shuddering sigh as he moans, breath fanning each other's faces.

Meanwhile, Billy can’t help but revel in how tight you are. You have a vice grip on his cock, squeezing him more perfectly than he could imagine, and no matter how many times you fuck, you always feel so much better than he expects. You’re warm, and tight, and wet; exactly the right grippy texture to make his cock twitch and leak tons of precum. You stimulate him better, more perfectly than anyone or anything he’s ever encountered.

He dwells on this feeling for a few seconds as you adjust to the swell of his cock, and the rhythm he’s splitting you in half to, simply allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. Under any other circumstances he’d do things a little differently - he’d for sure go down on you until you cum at least three times, and that’s just to start with - but tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not just fucking you, he’s not just going to pleasure you until you’re both seeing stars. No, tonight, he’s on a mission to get you pregnant. Right fucking now.

It takes every single ounce of restraint and self control he has to maintain the pace he’s set, which is just slow enough for you to feel every single sensation he’s giving you, but not slow enough for your focus to stray from him for one moment. Every single thought you have is Billy, Billy, Billy, which is exactly how he wants you. You whine, trying to squirm below him, but you can’t move much with the way he has you pinned down below him. The noises you make, the way you writhe against him, the way you say his name in a breathy little sigh has him fighting to keep his composure.

It’s so difficult for him not to go absolutely feral with you beneath him like this, when he’s made you like this. He wants you, he craves you. It’s taking everything in him not to rush into this like a bull, but god dammit he is determined, he is going to knock you up tonight. And make you cum as many times as he can during that process. He can’t help himself as he starts growling out the filthiest shit he can think of, letting every dirty thought he has about you flow out of him.

“How does that feel, angel?” he asks, eyes burning into you, and you let out another whine in response.

“Good girls use their words,” he pants in your ear, voice low, “you want to be a good girl for Billy, don’t you?”

He’s barely gotten started and his words are already flooding you with heat, making you throb around him.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, and he lets out a growl, satisfied with your response. He increases his pace and he fucks into you, deep and fast and hot. He lets out a moan, feeling you squeeze around him.

“That’s it,” he praises you for responding, “good whores follow daddy’s orders.” he growls. You let out a whiney, breathy moan and tighten around him. He continues his torrent of dirty talk, loving the reactions he gets out of you.

“You gonna follow orders? Huh?” he coaxes, “You gonna take my cock, be obedient for me, angel?”

You nod, whining again. His free hand releases its grip on the sheets, making its way to your stomach, pressing down. You can both feel his bulge inside you, going in and out, even more than you did before.

“Maybe I should start calling you mommy, get some practice in for when I knock you up…” he muses, voice gravely with lust. He can feel the soft, squishy flesh of your tits pressed up right against him, and they jiggle rhythmically in response to every one of his thrusts. His hand leaves your stomach, moving back up to your jaw to angle your face towards his.

He plants messy, hot kisses all over your mouth and neck, continuing to growl dirty shit right into your ear. You can barely pay attention to his very, very hot words, because Jesus fucking Christ his cock feels so good inside you. He fucks you so good, you can barley wrap your mind around it. You know later when you’re catching up with your friends over coffee they’ll ask about Billy, they’ll take one look at you and know. He’s barely gotten started with you, and you’re already cock drunk. Great.

He can see your eyes glazing over, and he knows what that look means.

“Already, sugarlips?” he asks rhetorically, a cock, teasing tone to his voice. You’re a panting, writhing mess that he’s made you into, so of course he’s going to tease you about it. You wouldn’t expect any less from him. You moan again, sounding like you’re straight out of a porn - and looking like it too, he thinks - and you try to bury your face in his neck. He doesn’t let you, kissing you more instead, so he can keep looking at your gorgeous, fucked out face.

“ ‘m close-” you manage to moan into his mouth, but he knows. Of course he knows, look at you. He can feel your muscles slowly contracting around him. He pumps into you a few more times, and somehow you tighten around him even more as you cum intensly around him. He’s balls deep inside you, and he knows if he tries to move like this he’ll come undone in an instant, which he does not want - not yet, at least. Instead, he grinds his pelvic bone into your clit to carry you through your second orgasm of the night. It works, and you convulse and writhe below him, legs shaking over his shoulders.

“Good girl…” he moans, voice dripping with praise, and just a little condescending. Just the way he knows you like it. You pulse around him, and once your grip lets up enough, he begins to pound into you again. He’s now made you cum at least twice, and does not plan on stopping. Heat floods to your cheeks as he once again takes up that relentless pace again, never ceasing to make you feel anything but euphoric.

His eyes are locked on yours, boring into your soul. The way he looks at you is so intense, and every time you squeeze them shut, or look away, he’s still staring just as intensely when you look back. The truth is, Billy really can’t get enough of you. There’s a certain high he gets from having all your attention, from being the thing that makes you feel so good you can’t stop moaning and screaming his name in spite of how much you might try.

He craves that attention from you more than anything. And dear god, you look so goddamn cute when you get nervous like that. When you look away, all blushy and flustered and fuckable, it just… does something to him. It makes that attention, that connection, so much sweeter. After you look away again, he takes his free hand and grabs your face, locking your eyes with his once more.

“Look at daddy when he’s fucking you.” he growls, and you moan relexively. He chuckles, eyes staring into your soul.

“You like that, don’t you dollface? Course you do… pretty thing like you just loves gettin’ tossed around by a big strong man.”

Fuck. He’s right, and you both know it. There’s no use trying to deny it, your moans and noises, the way you clench around him at his words are all the answer he needs. The heat generating between you two has a thin glistening sheen of sweat reflecting off his smooth skin in the low light of the room. Every noise you make (and you’re making a whole damn lot of them) is just turning Billy on more, continuing to encourage him to get you pregnant and full with his child. And he is going to get you so, so pregnant.

His free hand moves from your jawline to your tits, vehemently groping the soft flesh. He starts to play with your nipples, hard from arousal, and previously brushing against his chest, sending heat to your core. Now the heat they’re sending to your core is intentional. And it’s straight from Billy.

After a moment, he brings his thumb into his mouth, then his index finger into yours. You wrap your lips around him, sucking automatically. He pounds into you harder, curling his finger against your tongue the way he’d curled it inside you earlier.

“So good, so, so good… you gonna be a good little slut for me? Huh?” You moan, nodding as he gently finger fucks your mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he retracts his finger, hand making its way back to your tits. You spit mixes on your skin as he begins to tweak and rub your nipples again.

“Parading that tight little ass around in those shorts…” he plants another affectionate smack on your hip, grip on your wrists tightening, “calling me daddy,” he growls, pace relentless, “like that’s not gonna get you knocked up.” He chuckles as you clench around him.

Yeah, you’re definitely going to have a bruised cervix after this, but dear god it’s worth it. He’s panting, breath fanning all over you, making you even warmer than before. He fills you up so good, fucking you deep into your guts, making your head swim. Shit, you can’t get enough of him. No matter how much you fuck, you’re always craving him, craving his touch. He can’t seem to get enough of you either, practically everything you do turns him on. He’s relentless and you’re insatiable - you make a surprisingly good pair.

You’re close again, and you moan as it snaps you out of your train of thought. He can make you cum so fast it’s almost embarrassing. And you know he absolutely fucking loves it. He adores every minute of this. He loves how blushy and embarrassed you get when he’s made you cum half a dozen times back to back. You look so sweet and fucked out and flushed below him, practically drooling over his cock. He loves overstimulating you, he loves getting to watch as he actually fucks your brains out. He starts babbling out more praise, unable to hold back.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good, obedient girl,” he moans in your ear, placing hot kisses all over your face and neck. His hand is now pressing down on your stomach again, feeling his bulge stretch you over and over. The added sensation to your walls has you whining in a way that makes him throb inside you.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, “you already feel all swolen ‘nd knocked up… gonna be so fuckin’ cute when you’re all pregnant, gonna make such a good little mommy-”

God dammit, it’s enough to send you over the edge yet again. You cum hard, convulsing around his cock, letting out a torrent of porn worthy moans.

“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, clamping and shaking around him. You’ve finally brought him to the edge, and he can’t hold back any longer this time. This time, he cums with you.

��Shit- fuck!” his moan is torn from his throat, and he almost laughs at the end. You can’t imagine feeling any more full than you do with Billy’s cock stuffed inside you, his hot body and muscular chest pressing up against yours, but when he starts pumping you full of thick, hot cum, a new kind of satisfaction washes through you.

He lets out gravely moans, almost growling into your ear as he humps into you, riding out your highs. You expect him to stop after that, or at least slow down. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure, widen in excitement and anticipation as he continues, speeding up to the pace he was keeping before. He fucks his cum deeper inside you, and with your hips slightly angled upwards, he knows he can keep every drop inside you. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, and you feel him harden inside you.

He continues pistoning into you, your sweet moans like music to his ears. In spite of how close he has you, he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He wants to touch you, wants to squeeze your soft tits and feel you pressed up against him without your legs in the way. He wants to be even closer to you. So, he leans back without pulling out, and brings your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around your waist. He inches his legs forward so he has you in something akin to a mating press. He pins you back down, pressing against you even more than before.

“There’s a good girl,” he coos, thrusting into you like your lives depend on it, “such a good girl for daddy huh?”

You moan in agreement. You cling on to him, already feeling the dizzy beginnings of another orgasm building up.

“Gonna make such a good mommy,” he breathes, in between pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, “gonna be so fuckin’ cute… all full and pregnant…”

It lasts for hours. You lost track of how many times you’ve both cum, you’re either at or well into double digits by now, his baby fevered dirty talk never ceasing. He cums into you again, and again, and again. He’s cum inside you so many times now you’re actually starting to look pregnant. The bulge in your stomach is bigger than before, and you’re stuffed full of more than just his cock. He touches your stomach, and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

He continues to pound into you, hitting that spot that makes your brain short circuit. His hands are all over you, groping your soft flesh, feeling you up and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white. You cling onto him, scratching his back and pulling his hair.

“Maybe I should keep you like this, huh? Keep you nice and pregnant,” he lets out an animalistic growling moan, laughing deliriously at the idea, “Keep fuckin’ brats into you as quick as you can push em out…”

His cock twitches at the mere thought. He’s drunk on you, on the idea of breeding you, keeping you constantly filled up to the brim. Honestly, he seems a little unhinged at this point, and it’s really, really hot.

He cums again as he finishes the thought, and you're sure you can't possibly feel any more full than you do right now. Eventually he begins to slow down, finally stopping still, and you can feel his cock and balls twitching against your sensitive walls. Still sheathed inside you, he collapses his weight on top of you, causing your breathing to shallow slightly. His hot breath fans over your face and neck as he kisses your jawline, exhausted, and praises you for a job well done.

"Such a good girl for me… taking daddy's cock so well…"

He rubs soothing shapes into your skin.

"Gonna make such cute little babies…"

His touch is enamored as ever, providing a sense of comfort entirely unique to him.

"... Be fuckin' gorgeous, all soft and round…"

He continues to murmur every loving, still very hot thought that crosses his mind into your ear as he kisses your neck. You're both totally blissed out, and you lay in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and touch you share.

After a little while, you're not sure how Iong, he begins to push himself up slightly.

"I should get cleaned up…" you begin, feeling his cum sloshing around inside you, kept firmly in place by his cock. You move to scoot out from under him, but he stops you. He pushes you back down to the bed, tits jiggling.

"Ah ah ah," he says in a warning.

"Billy," you start, fighting off a flustered giggle. He grabs a pillow, sliding his hand under the small of your back. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and places the pillow under your hips. He lays back down on top of you, all without pulling out of you for a moment. You let out a noise as he moves against your sensitive flesh, grunting as he settles against you.

"I have to get cleaned up…" you trail off with a giggle.

"Oh no, no you don't sugarlips," he says, in that cocky, dominant tone of voice, "I'm gonna keep you stuffed full of me like this for a while."

He thrusts into you once or twice to emphasize his point, causing you to squirm against him - a feeling he really, truly can not get enough of.

"Cause otherwise," he continues once he’s settled back on top of you, gently crushing you with his weight, "I'd have to fill you up all over again. And I know how much you would hate that." Cloying sarcasm drips from his lips, and he feels you flutter around him and the statement, unsure if it's a threat or a promise or both.

You know he definitely knocked you up, there’s no way this didn't work exactly how he wanted it to. But you don't think that you’d mind trying a couple more times, just to make sure. On top of you, fighting off sleep to revel in your presence, your touch, your warmth, and press even more kisses into your soft skin, Billy is thinking the exact same thing.

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years

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gardenia. (m)

dialogue prompt #7: “Don't push me away anymore”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fwb, angst, smut

word count: 2,110

warnings: mentions of smoking, making out, oral (f receiving), fingering, a brief handjob, protected sex

summary: pretty cliche. you have feelings for your fuck-buddy.

a/n: I think this is the longest smut I've written (?), I know 2k words is nothing for a fic but still 0_0 and with this there are a total of 7 jungkook oneshots so I'll be concentrating on the rest of the members and then begin writing au oneshots!!

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“Don't push me away anymore”, he pants, “please… ”

“Jungkook I'm not doing this right now”, you snap at him. He looked really tired to have energy to make it back to the apartment, and if it was any other day you would've gladly let him in and give his favorite soft blue blankets and let him cuddle you.

“I didn't mean it. I was so wrong Y/n. I was stupid. Just let me explain for once…”. He slowly enters in. You hate that however much you tried, he's going to win you over. However much you say you hate him, all of that wall shatters the moment he locks eyes.

“Explain then”, you cross your arms and watch his frame waddling to sit on the couch.

“I swear I never knew you had feelings for me“ he ruffles his hair into a mess, his chest clenches when he thinks about all that he has to tell you, “I thought… I thought it was just sex… and… and when you confessed to me during the game, I… I thought it was all a part of it”.

“You don't need me to tell me all the things I already know Jungkook. You don't have anything else to say?”, you huff.

“And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun of you. I'm an asshole. That was...that was so wrong of me”. He stands up from his seat and comes close, only to see you walking back. It breaks him more.

It was three days ago when Jimin hosted a party, drinks and all, with some Las Vegas theme just for the sake of it. Since he's part of your close friend circle, you promise to tag along. You should've stayed back to complete that philosophy research paper.

And then everyone drinks of course. It's some cheap liquid, purple enough to make you lose appetite. But you drink four cups of it anyway and Jungkook nine.

Then came a dreadful game of truth or dare. A very cliche way to make a love confession. You are usually the type to keep it all in. But you had been fucking Jungkook for so long, it became harder and harder to put a show. As every heated night with him passes, the space for him inside your heart only expands.

And so you couldn't take it much and went ahead and said that you love Jungkook when Taehyung asked to confess something Jungkook doesn't know about. A rejection was well expected. The only thing you expected in fact. But it got much worse.

Jungkook went ahead and made fun of you for falling for him. He said your obsession for his dick isn't any love. Yada yada it made you cry, Jungkook sensed he had fucked up, Taehyung felt guilty since he's the one who asked you in the first place and Namjoon made sure you reach your apartment safe, give you a hug and vowed he'll have a talk with Jungkook the next day.

And so you waited, and grew angry that it really took him three full days to come up with a basic apology.

But Jungkook was in his own pit of loathing. It took him a few hours into crying on his couch to realise he has feelings for you too. If it was just the fact of pleasure, he would have definitely fucked other girls. But he didn't.

He enjoyed being with you way too much. But he was dumb and all the more a dick to tease your feelings.

“Nothing else?, you ask him, with tears demanding to pour out. You keep knawing your skin with nails to stop yourself from crying.

“I… think… I have feelings for you too”, he whispers and then sobs. His eyes are already puffy. It only showed how much you meant to him, but you're still afraid to jump into conclusions until solid answers.

“I want you to be sure Koo”.

He feels a wave of relief hit him when you addressed him by his favorite nickname. It gave him hope that you accepted his apology.

He looks up at you with a smile, “I'm sure. I love you Y/n”.

And then he is putting out a single hand towards you, hoping you'll come to his embrace. He notices the mess you're in while there's few moments of stillness lingering. Your apartment looked like it was in a havoc, a clear representation of both of your fucked up brains. You move a step to let him hold the side of your face.

It was unreal how healing it was to feel his skin again that you close your eyes to fully dwell in it.

He very carefully guides your heads into his chest and kisses the crown of it.

“Koo…”, you smile softly against the softness of his hoodie when he starts rocking both of your bodies from side to side.

“Hmm?”

You look up to his face. His doe eyes almost disappear inside the red swollen lids when he smiles back at you. You tip-toe to place a sweet kiss on his eyes while he closes it. Planting slow and sensual kisses, just letting the night drape over you.

You move your hands underneath his hoodie to feel his toned torso and he smiles at the warmth of your palm pressing against him. He missed this so much. He missed you so much. And he wants to make things right now.

You give a small nod of consent, telling him it's okay to kiss you. It looked like he was smoking to cope with his feelings. He tasted like the faintness of blunt and mint mouthwash.

“God I love you so much Y/n”, he says again, just to make sure you believe him because he fears you are still holding back.

You cup his face and press back your mouth to his, tongue experimentally laving at him which he happily complies.

Jungkook tugs at your hoodie now, wanting to set your skin ablaze like every time. And after a brief moment of kissing, he pulls your hoodie out making you half naked and aroused.

“Koo please touch me”, you whine, pressing your body towards him. He chuckles before holding your hands and towing you towards your bedroom.

Once making sure the doors and windows are closed, he resumes to you who is waiting rather impatiently at the edge of the bed.

He gets on his knees in front of you, drawing slow circles at the side of your hips, eyes looking for consent yet again. He was afraid if he was being honest. Your relationship seemed really fragile and he is afraid to break it apart once again.

“What's holding you back?”, you read his mind, feeling him not completely present at the moment. He has fear laced in his eyes, in his touch and you want to relieve him of it all.

“It's okay Koo. I promise. Make love to me please”, you assure, holding his face on your palm.

You have never referred to intimacy with Jungkook as ‘making love’, and he is blown away with a certain kind of happiness at that.

He reciprocates a smile before planting smooches on your belly while his hands work on your sweatpants.

Jungkook knows you get pretty self aware of your body at times like this and especially when he has not ridden himself of any clothing yet. So he pulls his hoodie over, a very notable distraction to keep your mind busy while he starts to work up with kissing the blush of your knees.

You spread your legs for him to sit closer to your core, already dripping out juices he craves so much.

He bites and sucks at the skin of your inner thigh, slow and steady to make you practically beg for his tongue. And you twist your fingers on his hair to ready yourself.

A silent moan erupts out of you at the first swipe at your core, and you move closer to his face to feel his entire face press on to your pussy.

He kisses the labia like he would to your mouth, taking his time and tasting what you have to give and when his nose presses against your clit, the first audible moan reaches Jungkook’s ears.

You are mostly silent in bed. A very useful information for Jungkook to fuck you whenever and wherever he wants, like he used to on your friend phase days. And to give pleasure to you so intense that you make beautiful melodies despite it was one of his personal goals every time.

Hyped at the sounds he is hearing, he holds nothing back. Diving straight for the much awaited lick of your clit, he kisses and draws patterns with his tongue to pull you apart faster.

“J-jungkoo- ah!”, you mewl, squirming vigorously. The only thing holding you in position to him being his strong arms digging at the side of your hips.

Knowing you wanted to climax so bad, he plunges two of his fingers knuckle deep into your core, scissoring them simultaneously as his mouth works above.

As you come, he laps everything he can and plants a final sweet kiss to the lips of your pussy.

Not giving him a chance to speak, you push your body down to meet him for a kiss, thankful for the mind splitting orgasm.

He stands on his feet and gets on bed to hover your figure.

“Always beautiful...”, he coos and kisses your temple before restarting his sin on your left boob.

“Jungkook please”, you cry out. The stimulation way too much to process and making your walls flutter on your core. He rolls his hips to your pelvis, feeling his hardness straining against the soft material of the sweatpants.

He seemed to be enjoying way to much of controlling you so you reach down to dig past the waistband of his pants to feel his hardness slick with some pre cum.

“Y-y/n”. He stops all of a sudden, parting his swollen lips from your nipples and sighing at the feel of your fingers curling against his length.

You were amused to see him getting worked up with a simple handjob. Your hand is getting slick of more of his pre cum oozing out as time passes by.

“Jungkook...please”, you plead once more and he is quick to act this time. His full expanse of skin exposed to you once his pants are out of the way.

“Are there condoms in the drawer baby?”, he asks quickly whilst palming himself to stay stimulated.

You nod and he gets off of bed to prep himself, knowing you and the belongings of your room all too well.

“Ready baby?”

“I swear to God Koo just do it”, you say this time and watch his chest rumble in a deep groan.

Your hands fly to his shoulders when he presses in the head of his cock. He observes your face twisting in various shades of bliss when he presses into you slowly until fully bottoming out.

Bending your knees, he places himself better and rolls his hips into you, both of you grunting at the feeling.

“F-fuck baby”, he moans, his pace slowly coming up and every switch of speed earns different sounds from you and that drives him more.

You look utterly divine like this. Your delicate hands scratching bruises on his shoulders, lips agape and face covered in faint sweat from the heat of both bodies. At one moment he pulls his cock out all the way back to the tip before ramming it inside you making your skin jump up in delight.

“I'm gonna cum Y/n”, he sighs, feeling his nerves kicking in. He buries his hands between your thighs to rub at your clit, wanting to feel your cum around him as he spills out.

“I'm-”. You feel another band snap, walls clenching around him with your juices which fuels Jungkook’s orgasm. His movements come to a halt once he had drawn out the euphoria and bends down to steal another kiss from you.

“Thank you so much Y/n”

You giggle, squirming your body as he pulls out and discards the condom to the dust bin, “Why Koo?”.

He returns by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face between your breasts, breathing in the sweet scent, “For believing in me. I was so scared”, he confesses.

Emotions from earlier boils to the surface and you kiss the crown of his head in return.

“Don't worry I won't leave you”

“Yeah?”

You kiss his forehead, “Yeah”.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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shoyothemoron · 3 years

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Cerulean Butterflies

Dabi x Good Girl Reader

You just can't help but let him in when Dabi comes calling, even though he's definitely out of place in your perfect little life

Angst? Idk kinda ,more like one sided pining

Words- 1.4k

Warnings- Sex is kinda eluded to but nothing graphic, just Dabi being a brat

A/N- Oh ho ho I finally posted some original work and OOP MY SECOND FIC. Anyway I’d love feedback. And I hope I got his personality right <3

You sighed, throwing your laptop off your lap and on to the other side of the couch. Looking around your neat apartment you were pleased at how productive you had been today. The group presentation that was due the next day was turned in. The assignment due next week could totally be put off until tomorrow. Your laundry was tumbling in the dryer, and you had meals prepped, so no more worrying about cooking for the next few days

Rubbing your eyes you decided could go on your phone or read a little bit before going to bed, so you hopped up to put on your pjs. But before you could reach your bedroom, you stopped at the open window in your living room. You covered your eyes and groaned.

You shook your head trying to undo your thoughts. Tonight had been going SO well. Of course he had to worm his way into it. For some reason, nights like the ones outside your window would always remind you of him. Nights where the moon was full and the sky wasn´t black but indigo. And you could see every cloud illuminated.

You needed to stop thinking about him. You knew men like him liked to chew up and spit out girls like you. He knew what he wanted, and there was a reason he was so good at it. But you couldn't help it, he could deliver you to heaven and cradle you as you fell back down. Dabi was addicting.

You made your way to your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from thinking of him. But as soon as you had put on your pajamas, you heard a knock on your door. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, and the most devilish motherfucker you knew was standing on your doorstep. You sighed and pulled on a cardigan, trying to come up with a good reason to send him away.

Opening your door, you lean against the doorway to block him from entering.

“What Dabi?”

You watched his eyes as he racked them up and down your figure, and suddenly every bit of confidence you had melted away. His gaze just held that type of power over you.

“Aw, no hello kiss?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

You blush, and can´t meet his eyes. Pouting you say “No, I only give kisses to good boys.”

He scoffs. Yeah that was to be expected.

“Listen Dabi, I really can't help you with whatever you need this time...” You still cant meet his gaze, and you just hope, by some miracle he´d maybe turn around and leave.

He signs “Doll,” His sudden change of tone makes you look up in concern, and he meets your eyes.

His eyes always shocked you, the cerulean made you question how eyes that beautiful really existed. You shifted your gaze to his scars and staples, and you felt a pang in your heart.

No! You couldn't get soft now, not when you almost had a strong start.

“I'll spare you the details, but things haven't been going well for me recently, and I know you don't like when I steal...” Now he's the one who can´t meet your eyes.

Steal? What was he… Oh, he was hungry.

Well, now you felt like a dick. Looking in his eyes you tried to come up with a reason to say no. Really you did, but you couldn't deny him. So you move out of the door to let him in

He bussels into your home, suddenly a new man, “So what's for dinner?”

You purse your lips staring at his back. Fucker, he knew you couldn't say no when it came to stuff like that.

You made your way to your kitchen, rolling your eyes as you say, “Whatever I decide to make for you.”

“Aw is someone pouting? Just admit you can´t resist me.” He says the last part in a sing-song voice and you want to kick him out right then and there, he could go hungry for all you care. But when he looks away, his smirk drops and suddenly your ache to cradle his face and kiss every inch of it. He looked so tired.

Deciding against punching his already imperfect face, you start working on his meal. It feels like it takes forever as you cut food and stand in front of the stove, you can feel his eyes on your back the whole time. You try to ignore them and act natural, but it wasn´t until the very end when you were standing in front of the stove stirring the food when you suddenly felt a presence behind your back.

“So,” Dabi says as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against you, “how will I ever repay you?”

“Don't go acting like a gentleman now Dabi,” you slap away the hand that was getting a little too close to your chest, “I know when I´m being exploited.”

“Good them we’re on the same page.” He chuckles and smacks your ass, making you squeak.

He moves to lean against the counter a few feet away, and you will yourself to not look up into his eyes until the food is ready.

When you finally hand him the plate, you sit side by side at the island. After a few moments he asks “What are you thinking about?”

You immediately look away from him. You had been thinking about something, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. You were even having trouble telling yourself.

In reality you were scolding yourself, telling yourself to stop thinking about what this thing right in front of you meant. Because it could never mean what you really wanted. Because what you really wanted was to turn to him and scream that you loved him. You wanted to shake him and yell hysterically and maybe just hurt him a little. To say ‘Can't you see that when you're here you're my everything. Can't you see me falling right in front of you, won't you catch me?’ But you didn't think you would ever be able to tell him.

You were also terrified to fall in love with him. Because even though you might love him, loving and being in love were separate things. And you knew that if you fell in love with him and he adored you like you wanted to be adored, he would have to ask you to do things you didn't know you could do. Things that any self respecting girl with a future ahead of her would run from as fast as she could. And you couldn't blame her. You could never abandon the future you were so delicately building for yourself.

So you would pretend that you couldn´t understand your feelings, that you didn't know how you felt about Dabi, that everything was a bundle of hatred, guilt and lust. But you knew yourself, and knew it was pretend. But how could you tell him? How do you tell someone like him you loved him?

So instead of telling the man you loved the truth, all you said was, “How obnoxious you are.” As you stole something off his plate.

“Me? The obnoxious one? Well that's certainly out of charter for a good girl such as yourself...” He began as you giggled, bumping his shoulder.

And so the night would go. It would go like every night before, and every night to follow. Unless one day you had the nerve to ruin it all. You would talk with him while he ate, making each other laugh, and roll your eyes. You would end up a blushing mess every now and then. Eventually you would fall into bed, where he would make you feel SO good, good enough to forget, to let the butterflies in your stomach consume you, to enjoy their frantic wings and how brave they made you feel. You would go back and forth from bed, to the kitchen, to bed. Until finally he would keep you warm as you fell asleep. He would warm your bed for long enough. And you would wake all by yourself, only to remember him in flashes that would make you blush. You would remember him until you could will yourself to stop, until you organized your life again, into its neat clean rows. But sometimes you´d slip up, remembering, leaving you alone with only a feeling. He would leave nothing but a storm of cureulian butterflies.

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