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a/n: not sure if other countries have rubbish chutes but my country does! i have to get out of my house to go to the common floor chute to throw my rubbish so this is just a little drabble based on that + spider-man!gojo :) / tagging @osaemu @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @mysugu ✶
“yes, yes! i’ll take out the trash—” you’re shouting to your mom when you’re called upon again, the third time within ten minutes to take the trash out. through your one-sided airpods (your left one always dies first), you can hear your mom tying the plastic bag and cleaning up at the sink.
it’s always been her bringing it to the chute outside your house; occasionally, you’d help but routine has never really let you do it, so later when you’re awkwardly tucking your phone into your pocket and listening to charlie burg’s voice through the right airpod, you can’t help the grimace that takes over your features at the wetness all over the trash bag.
“oh, it’s just water; stop being dramatic!” your mom chastises whilst on her nightly cup of water, gulping down the beverage before nodding towards the master bedroom, “i’m gonna go to sleep first.”
you hum in a half-hearted response, a little annoyed that you were interrupted from your lazing around but you still manage a soft goodnight when she disappears into the room and the house falls quiet. apart from the background classical music that plays from the stereo in the room and the laughter of the older kids downstairs outside, you’re living in a world of both music and silence, feeling a little disoriented by the one-sided song.
the walk to the outdoor chute is short in your oversized puffer jacket, flip-flops seemingly slapping against the floor in attempts of waking up all your neighbours beside you but thankfully they don’t seem to mind when you walk past their homes. it’s cold, feeling the snow that beats into the open corridors that lead to the rubbish chute. beside it, there’s a ledge that overlooks the other buildings, too.
with one swift step to the foot lever, the chute opens and you’re dumping the trash bag into the dirty, stained metal device and with a listening ear, you grin when you hear the bag travel through the tunnel and reach the bottom with a big plunk!, not really realising the ledge now held something.
or someone.
“h—”
if your slippers didn’t wake the neighbours up, your scream definitely did when spiderman himself hops off the ledge and leaps forward to place his palm over your mouth. it only fuels your desire to scream even more before you remember that your damn boyfriend is the vigilante that the police are looking for and citizens are rooting for more and more and that calms your racing heart just a bit.
but you still give him his due treatment . .
“what!” smack. “the!” smack. “fuck!” smack. “were!” smack. “you!” smack. “thinking?!” smack.
. . even if the widening of his spider-man mask eyes were adorable.
“sorry! sorry, sorry—” spider-man!gojo only continues to apologise but you can tell he’s enjoying it at least a little, hands gripping your biceps to help you to centre yourself. and as you predicted, once your boyfriend pulls off his mask, there’s a shit-eating grin and a cheeky glint in his eyes.
you muster the most unimpressed face you can — “really? i’m starting to think you’re not really sorry,” your mouth twists when you roll your eyes, getting ready to make a show of heading back into your house before he brings you into his arms. even with a hint of faux protest from you, you’re melting into his embrace, grumbling into his chest.
there’s a hint of wetness along his suit that you feel against your body, probably from the snow outside, but mostly you can feel the cold air against your hair and laboured breaths in your ear.
“i am! i missed you . .” he mumbles, suited fingers gripping your body tight against him like you were an apparition, “i just wanted to, uhm—”
it’s rare that you see your boyfriend having such a hard time with words, but it’s a cute sight when he pulls away and stumbles in his sentences and quickly removes the backpack that he’s webbed to the wall outside. there’s a noise of surprise from you as you watch him crawl outside on all fours and rip the backpack, scrambling to remove something from it.
and you’re so caught off-guard — in his hands are a ruined bouquet of flowers and a mixtape he’s put together for you — that you giggle at the state of it and coo at his downcast expression. he’s looking in the bag, outside, anywhere for what might’ve been the culprit to make the flowers turn out that way until he realises he had bought them a tad bit early and had been swinging around with it the whole day.
“aw . . satoru, they’re still pretty!” you take the gift with grateful hands, something you cherish despite his busy schedule of school and fighting villains. “but maybe don’t go on missions when you’ve got fresh flowers in your bag?”
satoru whines at that as he instinctively webs his backpack again, sulking until you’re leaping forward to give him another tight hug. alas, you would’ve preferred the comfort of his familiar hoodie but you can settle for the spandex of his suit as you squeeze him tight, ignoring the cold air that seeps into your bones.
“thank you, thank you ’toru . .” you smile, pulling away slightly before you take in the state of him. you didn’t have much time before, but now you can fully appreciate his white stark hair that matches the snow outside and the blue of his eyes that mirror his suit.
“it’s the thought that counts right?” he asks awkwardly, scratching his head with the hand that clutches his mask.
you burst out laughing, “yes. yes it indeed is,” you smoothen out his hair, but not before you’re forming an idea, “i’ll— i’ll go put these in water and see if i can salvage them. you, stay here.”
with one peck to his cheek, you’re off back to your house but the bouquet of flowers is only left on your bedside table. in your hands are something else, a scarf and beanie that you take back to the area of the rubbish chute.
it’s not a place you deem romantic, but you’d never pass up a surprise visit from your superhero boyfriend. when you get back he’s removing the fallen petals from his bag, interrupting his activity when you place the scarf around his neck.
“here,” you smile, wrapping it around once and tucking in the ends, “it’s cold.”
satoru looks at you like everything good in the world, a bright grin breaking through when your eyes meet his in the midst of your adjusting.
“just so you know, you might not see this scarf ever again, sweetness.”
you laugh, “why? cause it’s got my scent all over it?”
gojo shrugs and gestures, “partially, but also it might fall off while i’m doing big boy things and swingin’ around in the neighbourhood.”
you push his shoulder lightly and joke, “if my scarf touches the city ground, you’re never hearing from me again.”
and all he does is cross his heart and hold out his hand, “i humbly hold your promise to my heart, your royal highness.”
gently you pull him towards you with the scarf ends, careful not to choke him. there, your lips collide with his glossed ones that manage to stay like that despite the cold weather, while your chapped ones only surprise him. but he swallows the shock soon enough, humming into the kiss softly as he wraps his suited arms around you. you’re so warm, puffer jacket and all and his neck is already heating up from the scarf and his flustered state, enough heat to fuel him through the night.
when oxygen becomes scarce you find that you need to pull away, met again with his pretty eyes that soften just by looking at you, but you both know that he needs to go when the notifications on his phone don’t stop. it’s probably his trackers notifying him about the villain, so you help him put on his mask, making sure the eye holes fit exactly where it needs to go and the sewing lines up with the rest of his suit. the beanie goes on last.
“baby— i . . i just needed to come see you before i fight green goblin,” he mumbles, brushing hair from your face and even with the barrier between the both of you, you know he’s smiling under, “some good luck would suffice, don’t ya think?”
“it would. now, go.” you pat his cheek, pulling away reluctantly as he slings his backpack and you suddenly feel cold again. “stay safe, spider-man.”
satoru cannot wait until he’s in your arms again, so he lunges forward and pulls his mask up just to his nose to give you one last kiss and you indulge him; when your eyes open, he’s already on the ledge.
“merry christmas, baby.” you can see the familiar stunning smile and a soft confession before he’s hopping off and you’re running to it to watch him swing away with a loud, lovesick laugh that sounds a little too much like the star student, gojo satoru, but it doesn’t matter when you know you’re the only one who knows his secret.
part two
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a request for you if that's ok: sub!reader asking dom!jimin for a spanking? yk... like jimin putting reader in their place?
— spanking | pjm
prompt: getting spanked by dom jimin.
⸝⸝ pairing: dom!jimin x sub!reader
⸝⸝ warnings: kissing, dom jimin, sub reader, bf jimin, spanking, overprotective bf
⸝⸝ word count: 1.4k
⸝⸝ note: this was actually very fun to write. i’d like to make more stories like these in the future!
nsfw, 18+, minors dni
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you open the fridge door , bending down and grabbing the jug of fruit punch. you place the jug onto the kitchen counter and walk over to the dish cabinet. jimin put the cups too high again.. you think to yourself. you stand on your tip-toes , extending your arm as far as possible in order to reach one of the cups. you manage to scoot one of them close to you before getting impatient and attempting to grab it. the cup flies forward off of the cabinet shelf. you quickly move back , watching as the glass cup falls to the floor with a dramatic crash. glass splatters all over the kitchen floor , making a mess.
a few seconds later , you hear a frantic jimin rush out of his office , concerned about what could possibly be going on. he runs into the kitchen , seeing your distressed face. he feels the crunch of glass under his house slippers and backs up immediately with his arms up. ''what happened?!?!'' he says , looking down at the broken glass on the floor. ''i was trying to get juice. i'll clean it up right now , i promise!'' you frantically head to the kitchen closet and grab the broom , sweeping the glass into a pile as quickly as you can.
''what did i tell you to do when you can't reach something?'' jimin says , annoyed. you don't reply , too focused on sweeping up the glass. jimin points to the step stool beside the sink. ''it was right there , why didn't you use it or atleast call for my help?'' jimin waits a few moments and snatches the broom out of your hands once he realizes you're not paying attention. ''i don't know!'' you shout. ''i didn't see it and you were on a business call..''
you shyly stand behind the kitchen counter. ''i had to end my call in a panic once i heard glass shattering in the kitchen in order to make sure you were okay. i was interrupted regardless.'' jimin places the broom against the wall , now furious. he walks around the other side of the counter and grabs onto your arm , pulling you out of the kitchen. he walks you over to his office and shuts the door after you.
he sits down on his couch , watching as you looked down at your feet in shame. you stood in front of him , saying nothing. ''now i have to clean up your mess because i don't need you getting cut or making an even bigger mess , perhaps even breaking another cup. stay here.'' he gets up and angrily walks out of the office and to the kitchen. you stand there for a few moments , unsure if you should move or atleast sit down while he finishes. you were nervous for what he might say when he gets back. a few minutes later , he walks back into the office.
he sits back down on the couch , crossing his arms in disappointment. ''jimin..'' you say softly after a few awkward moments of silence. ''yes?'' he says , looking up at you. you wait a few moments before speaking again. you notice his patience decreasing as he begins tapping his foot , waiting for you to talk. ''i'm sorry for breaking one of your cups.'' you say , your head down. ''sorries won't replace my cup.'' his voice sounded cold and sharp. you knew that he took good care of his belongings and liked to splurge on home decor. you almost felt embarrassed for how clumsy you could get , especially with his things. this wasn't the first time you had broken one of his things , and jimin was getting fed up to the point where he started adding locks onto some things , requiring you to ask him to unlock it and get it for you.
''what if..'' you start, ''you spank me for breaking your cup.'' it seemed like the only reasonable thing to do in that moment. jimin shakes his head. ''as mad as i am , this is not worth a spanking.'' jimin sucks in his teeth , still annoyed. at this point , jimin had only spaken you twice before. the first time , you had accidentally thrown away an important document that would've taken months to get a new copy of. jimin was so angry that he bent you over his knee in that moment and began spanking you. luckily, a few days later , you found the document tucked in a random drawer around the house that you must've tossed aside while cleaning. the second time , the last time , you had totaled one of his cars , and while he could easily buy another (which he had done previously before) , he was more upset at the fact it only happened because you allowed one of your friends to speed down the highway while driving his car. you breaking a cup angered him of course , but he wasn't sure if it was worth a spanking.
''i don't care! i feel bad for breaking your stuff, please spank me!'' you throw yourself into his arms hysterically , wishing you had just walked into his office and asked for a favor. maybe then you would be happily drinking your juice on the couch , watching your afternoon show. jimin pauses for a moment , going over the idea. ''very well then.'' he says , not seeming to care about how bad you felt over the situation. ''pull down your pants.'' he says. you do as he says , pulling down your pants , revealing your panties. jimin stares for a moment , watching how nervous you were getting. he bends down and grabs your pants , tossing them to the side. he pulls you close to him and bends you over his lap.
you hold onto the couch , feeling as jimin slowly rubs your butt. without warning , you feel a sharp pain through your butt as jimin hits it with full force. you jolt foward , a yelp escaping your lips. he does it again , again and then again. three times in a row. you shut your legs tightly , the pain of his hits feeling almost unbearable. jimin pauses and looks down at you. ''the next time you need something you can't reach , what should you do?'' jimin asks his hand hovering over your butt. ''ask you..'' you say quietly. another sharp pain. you jolt forward. ''what did you say?'' jimin says. ''ask you! i should ask you!'' you kick your feet around. ''and if i'm not around?'' he continues the question. ''use the step stool.'' you shout. jimin smacks your butt again. ''they're simple directions.'' he says in a much calmer voice than before. you nod in agreement.
jimin grabs onto your thin panties and forcefully pulls them down to your knees. you gulp nervously , knowing what was coming next. jimin begins to spank you , not stopping even when you yelp and kick around your feet. you almost regretted asking for a spanking , but you liked how the pain made you feel. when jimin finishes , your butt feels hot and tender. you stay bent over , shaking. ''sit up.'' jimin demands. you shake your head and cry out. he smacks your butt , repeating his order. this time , you sit up. your butt felt sore now. your eyes were watery from the spanking. jimin grabs you and pulls you close. ''you make me so mad.'' he says. ''but you know that i love you , and you know that i never want to see you hurt. you really scared me today.'' he says in a soft tone. you nod in agreement as jimin leans forward , giving you a soft kiss.
''go order me a new cup. you should know the brand.'' jimin says. you nod , pulling up your panties , ignoring your pants on the side of the couch. you leave his office , shutting the door quietly behind you as you hear jimin sit back at his desk and resume work. you walk into the room and pull down your panties a bit , revealing your butt. you walk over to the mirror and turn to look. your butt was red , jimin's hand imprinted onto it. you winced at the sore feeling he left you with before pulling your panties back up.
you walk back into the kitchen , noticing that jimin had still grabbed a cup for you and poured you your juice. you take the cup and walk over to the living room sofa. placing the glass on the coffee table , you grab your laptop and open it , searching for the cup jimin wants you to order.
written by swanlakebaby™
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16/MAR/20XX
slowly, that heavy purple door is opened. the human leans all their weight onto it until it's open enough so that they can just barely squeeze through.
snow crunches beneath their boots as they carefully step out, seeming shocked by the sudden cold.
the human presses on, slowly treading the tree-lined path. constantly, they're looking with fear at the trees around them - as if they thought something was going to jump out at them.
keeping a distance, i follow patiently behind - making a few quick observations as i do.
they're shaking - stick in hand. the shaking doesn't seem to only be the result of the weather.
they haven't been in snowdin long enough for that to be snow on their clothes.
weirdly, there's a strange upset look they've had since exiting that door.
...
𝘾 𝙍 𝘼 𝘾 𝙆 .
i disappear into the trees. the human whips around. their expression goes from... apologetic, almost?
upset to a look of fear.
getting a better look at their face, they're noticably pretty young. can't be older than thirteen, maybe.
with more hesitation, they approach the looming wooden bars.
stepping less lightly, i make my footsteps audible as i approach them. the human freezes entirely.
"H u m a n ."
"D o n ' t y o u k n o w h o w
t o g r e e t a n e w p a l ?"
"T u r n a r o u n d a n d
s h a k e m y h a n d ."
slowly, they turn to face me.
i outstretch my hand towards them.
they shakily meet a hand with mine.
i firmly grasp onto
the fabric at my sides.
somewhat thin, cold to the touch. extremely familiar.
a stream of moonlight illuminates my bedsheets. the light enters through my opened curtains. my curtains, which flutter around with each breeze that comes through the open window.
realizing i should close it, i find myself already sat upright.
for once i decide to not mind the effort. tossing my sheets aside - shuddering from the immediate blast of cold wind - i slide my legs over the side of my bed.
along the floor, i sweep my feet against the carpet. eventually, my foot makes contact with a slipper. i slide it on and find the other not long after.
it's nearly silent when my feet hit the carpeted floor as i pull myself out of bed entirely.
this journal is one of the things i knock over while blindly tapping my hand along the top of my nightstand, trying to find my phone. the phone itself is included in what falls. i'm not too concerned, since it isn't a tall height to fall from as well as there being carpet to soften the landing.
what i 𝘸𝘢𝘴 worried about is also softened by the carpet - it dampens the noise made by accidentally knocking random objects off my nightstand.
another blast of cold wind reminds me what i was doing.
upon stepping forward, my foot catches something on the floor; nearly tripping me. my phone flashlight reveals it to be a shirt haphazardly tossed onto the floor. didn't inspect it close enough to be able to say which one exactly. using my foot, it gets tossed just as haphazardly to the other side of the room.
light pointed at the floor, i avoid any more self-made hazards while making my way to the window. unfortunately, this isn't a sound dampened by anything.
more fortunately, not a sound is heard from the other room as i wait in total stillness.
i'm careful to go slower than before as i silently close the curtains and make my way back to bed.
...
i sit quietly for some time, covering up with my sheets once more - yet not lying down.
tap, tap.
it takes a few moments for me to locate the journal again on the nightstand.
deciding to write this very entry, i use just my phone light. less noticable than a lamp, if not a bit more of a hassle. which, again, i decide i don't mind for now. papyrus would definitely notice the light if he's not in bed - not a gamble i'm taking.
i'd usually not mind having someone with me after an odd dream, but.
...not really a nightmare.
a memory?
but, that's not how things happened.
not exactly, at least.
when i first went to shake hands with the kid, they didn't wait to turn like that.
...
i had a few thoughts about it at the time. one of them being the feeling they were that anomaly in the reports...
well, it 𝘸𝘢𝘴 true. wasn't a wrong feeling.
but, frisk isn't timid like that kid in the dream. they turned around because i'd made it obvious someone was there. not some repeat thing.
.....
or...?
eh, scratch it.
it's not important.
not anymore.
even if there was truth to that dream, they fixed it in the end - one way or another.
's all that matters to me.
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Karanachi, hand-holding 10 - happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go 😊
This is part of a Cherry Magic Thailand fic ask game I'm playing while the show airs. Send me a prompt from one of the lists and I'll write you a ficlet! Details are in this post.
Every time I went to write this prompt, I laughed. Out of all the characters I've written Karan/Kurosawa are probably the only ones who would do this to the most serious extent, in my opinion.
I hope you like what I came up with, Min!
I busted the word count on this one, but that's because the premise is silly enough it needed to be a little extra (just like Karan).
Also on AO3 here. The other prompt ficlets in this series are here.
I'll never let you go
It still didn’t feel real for Achi. Karan would look at him in the office now, really look at him without trying to hide it. He would say things - things about Achi that he’d learned while they spent time together, making it obvious he knew things about him no one else did. He would mention knowing Achi’s favorite food. He would say seemingly innocuous things about his family. He would linger at Achi's desk more, more often bringing him drinks or snacks.
These things felt awkward sometimes, but mostly they were nice. Eventually the attention from their colleagues died down and it didn't feel so much like they were in the spotlight every time Karan gave him attention.
Then one day, while they were sitting at lunch, Karan grabbed Achi’s hand under the table. Achi practically jumped out of his seat. Karan’s face fell, obviously disappointed at Achi’s reaction, but it wasn’t what Karan was doing, it was where.
Achi knew other people suspected the status of their relationship, but if they saw such an obvious sign, it would be worse than when people had noticed Karan being closer to Achi. It's all anyone would talk about for months. Achi wasn't comfortable with that level of attention.
Achi said in a hushed voice, “Karan, other people might see.”
Karan moved his hand away and let it fall in his lap. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Achi.”
There was a pout in his voice that Achi didn’t like to hear. He never wanted to make Karan feel that way.
“What if I say you can hold my hand as much as you want outside work?”
“Really?” he asked, sounding disbelieving. “As much as I want?”
Achi nodded, but there was something in Karan’s eyes that made him think this might be more than he had bargained for.
When Achi showed up at Karan’s apartment on his next day off, he was greeted at the door. “Come in,” he said, welcoming Achi inside. Karan had insisted that Achi come early and spend the day (and implied the night) together.
Karan stood there smiling wide and held out his hand. Achi took off his backpack and handed it to Karan. Karan nodded to himself, taking the bag and putting it in his closet and then returning with his hand extended again.
Achi looked at Karan’s hand for a moment. It was warm that day so he didn’t have a coat. He wasn’t sure what else Karan wanted him to hand over.
“Your hand?” Karan said. “You promised.”
“Oh,” Achi said, genuinely surprised at the request. He did say Karan could hold his hand, he just didn’t realize that meant the second he entered his apartment.
“Just let me get my shoes off,” Achi said.
But Karan had already scooped up his hand and held on tight, giving Achi a satisfied smile.
Okay, Achi could probably get his shoes off with only one hand if he absolutely had to. He went to push off one by stepping on the heel. He struggled a bit so Karan leaned down and helped Achi remove it with his free hand.
Achi nodded in thanks and Karan pulled off his other one. He started to shove his foot into the slippers and Karan helped him on with those as well.
“I’m making breakfast. Can you help me?” Karan asked.
Achi tried not to look too concerned. He was a terrible cook, but it wasn't like Karan didn't know Achi's level of cooking abilities. Ultimately it didn't really matter. Before he could answer, Karan pulled him over to the kitchen.
As usual, Karan was well organized. He had some ingredients laid out on chopping boards and in bowls.
“What are you making?”
“We’re making congee and boiled pork soup.” He went to grab a pot and Achi let go of his hand.
“What’s going on?” Karan said, looking back at him.
“Oh, I thought you’d need both hands for this.” Karan looked at Achi with all seriousness and said, “You’ll be my other hand.”
Achi let his hand be scooped up again and followed Karan over to the sink to fill the water. When Karan was struggling with picking up the heavier pot, Achi grabbed the other handle and helped him bring it back to the stove.
Karan had a recipe he was following and the first few things he did, he asked Achi to help. But it wasn’t long before they found a rhythm and Achi was finding the ingredients on his side of the counter and bringing them to add.
Karan squeezed tight and brushed his thumb over Achi’s hand, with a little extra acknowledgement, whenever he put something else in the pot.
Yes, it was awkward, but Achi was a good listener and Karan was a good teacher. It probably took them a little extra time to get everything ready and set the table, but in truth neither of them really seemed to mind.
It was easier for Achi to relax while holding Karan’s hand this way. There was no question of when he should pull away and when it was too long to hold on. What Karan wanted was clear and all Achi needed to do was not let go.
Luckily Achi was left-handed and Karan was right-handed so it wasn’t even difficult to hold hands throughout lunch.
Karan gave Achi that easy smile as they ate. It was one that Achi had originally thought he gave to everyone, congenial, kind, respectful, but the thing was, as Achi spent more time with Karan he noticed, it was different than the one Achi got.
The one Karan gave to most others did not touch his eyes. It was part of his way of being with everyone - inoffensive, overly pleasant.
That wasn’t the one that was meant for Achi. Karan’s easy smile for Achi was softer. It wasn’t perfectly symmetrical, sometimes curled a little more on one side as he was about to laugh and it always, always touched his eyes.
It still surprised Achi how easy it was to just be with Karan. They talked about where they might want to go on their next date, how their families were doing, places they always wanted to travel.
“We never need to let go,” Karan proclaimed as they finished up.
“I think we do, Karan.”
His face fell. It was obvious he thought Achi was no longer willing to play his game.
“I just need to go to the bathroom.”
“That’s not a problem,” Karan said. “I can definitely help with that.”
“That’s not funny, Karan,” Achi said, using his free hand to playfully shove Karan's other shoulder.
“Fine, fine,” he said. “I’ll let you go, on one condition.”
“Okay,” Achi said hesitantly, trying to prepare himself. Who knows what other completely ridiculous, yet endearing thing Karan would want next.
“When you get back, you have to hold both my hands to make up for the time you were away.”
Achi laughed. “Fine, but how long is this going to last?”
“We go back to work on Monday,” he said, pursing his lips, clearly trying not to smile.
“You’ve got it all planned out then, haven’t you?”
That made Karan crack, he started to laugh, squeezing Achi’s hand tightly.
Achi was about to throw some realism at this, but why would he do that? Instead he said, "Fine, but before we do your double hand holding, you have to one-handedly help me with the dishes.”
Karan was beaming again, nodding in agreement. “Nothing would make me happier.”
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King of Fatui's
Chapter 1.
I stand behind the bar while Scaramouche sits in an armchair on the other side of it. His eyes are trained on a bland bit of wall behind my head, a poker chip spinning between his swollen fingers. The lounge is too pristine for all this blood. Too bright, too quiet. I can practically hear the sins dripping off his body—some his, some not—and staining the carpet at his feet red. I rest my sweaty palms on the bar and swallow.
“Want me to call someone? Your brother?” His lips tilt into a humorless smirk, and I remember the sight of Kazuha's bloodied, naked body and the menacing glare he shot me through the windshield. I shiver. “The other brother, I mean.
He shakes his head once.
Well, then.
I shuffle from one slipper-clad foot to the other and stare at him for a few ticks of the grandfather clock on the mantle. I skim over his ruffled black hair and open collar. He popped off the stitches that held his gentlemanly persona together the moment we boarded the yacht—his collar pin and cufflinks. As they bounced over the swim platform, I managed to catch them before they disappeared into the Pacific. Now, as I glance down at the diamond dice cufflink next to my trembling hand, I wonder how they ever fooled anybody.
Is this what a breakdown looks like?I wouldn’t know. Despite the fact that, by the end, my mother would stand naked in front of the record player in the hallway, crying along to Whitney Houston’s most heart-wrenching ballads, or that my father would smash his head repeatedly into the bathroom mirror, their demise was slow. More of the crumble I expected, rather than a suddencrackI didn’t see coming. When I look up from the cufflink and back to Scaramouche , I’m startled to find he’s staring right at me. A half-lidded gaze, blackened by the type of recklessness that makes your survival instinct kick in. The type that’d make you cross the road if you saw it in the eye of a stranger, or jump back out of an Uber if it greeted you in the rearview mirror. I turn to the liquor wall. Not because his expression scares me, but because I know it shouldn’t heat the space between my thighs. I’msick.
I reach for the First Aid kit and a bottle of Smuggler’s Club whiskey.
“Vodka.”
My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?”
“Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”
A hot tide carries dizziness to my head and warmth to my stomach. The sensation only intensifies when I turn around and find no humor in his eyes.
Stepping out from behind the bar, I cross the lounge and into his orbit, my heart beating a little faster with every step. His eyes track me, hardening when my legs come into view.
“Put some clothes on, Y/N. My men are onboard and I don’t want to kill anyone else today.” He drops back in the armchair, running a busted hand through his hair with a careless sweep. “Those fucking thighs,” he mutters at the bland bit of wall again.
Kill.So Kazuha’s dead. Christ, I thought maybe he just gave him a little concussion, or something. What could he have done that was so bad?
Still in shock from waking up to the sound of Kazuha’s body bouncing off the hood of Scaramouche’s car, I don’t have it in me to argue about how if a man sexualizes pajama shorts and a tank top then that’s his own fucking problem. Numb everywhere but my center, I pick up the throw slung over the arm of a sofa and wrap it around myself. I have every intention of placing the liquor and First Aid kit on the coffee table and scurrying back to the safety of the bar, but Scaramouche’s arm shoots out, wraps around the backs of my legs, and pulls me onto his thigh. My pulse slows to a syrup-like rhythm, too sticky to beat properly. My vision dims at the heat of his body seeping through the blanket and soaking into my own. He’s hard and warm and danger rolls off him like a sonic wave.
He tightens his grip on my waist, and my eyes fall down to his arm. His jacket came off not long after his cufflinks did, and now his sleeves are rolled up to reveal inked forearms covered in blood, too. The King of Fatui's stares back at me expectantly.
I turn away and grab the First Aid kit. Nonchalance isn’t the easiest expression to wear, not when a heartbeat thuds against my shoulder, and hot, heavy breath tickles my throat. My feeble poker face is immediately undermined by the tremble in my fingers as I pry open the white and red box.
Blankly, I stare at the foreign objects inside. “Hold on; I need to Google this.”
A bloody grip on my hip keeps me from jumping up. “The clear liquid is saline solution. Soak a cotton pad in it.” He spreads a large, busted paw over the curve of my thigh, sending a fever-like chill through me. “Then clean up my hands.”
I can barely concentrate on the task; I’m too busy blistering under his stare and pretending like his hand on my thigh doesn’t affect me at all. I pause with the cotton pad hovering over his knuckles. “This might hurt.”
His laugh is rusty and my ears grow hot. “I think I’ll survive.”
His gaze continues to press on my cheek as I wipe down his wounds with clumsy dabs and a scrunched-up nose. When the tension grows so thick it slows my movements, I say, “For a man who prides himself on not having busted knuckles, you sure know your way around a First Aid kit.”
This time, his laugh is softer. “I’m from a family of thugs. Patched up more than a few bullet wounds in my time.”
He lifts his right hand to inspect my handiwork, and once he deems it satisfactory, he slides it up my leg and places it on my lower stomach. The feeling of his busted pinky finger resting on my pubic bone makes me want to rub my thighs together. My next breath comes out shaky and ragged. He moves his left hand so I can work on it.
“Well, now you’re a thug too,” I mutter, soaking more cotton in saline. “What did Kazuha do?”
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Figure You Out (Part 1)
Summary: Steve and Darcy have been friends since the Chitauri invasion and over time Steve starts to develop deeper feelings for his new best friend. But when Darcy starts dating somebody new, Steve begins to realize just how in love with Darcy Lewis he is.
Author’s Note: Inspired by the song Figure You Out by VOILA. *not betta'd*
"I've known you forever, figured you out..."
Steve had known Darcy since the Chitauri invasion. She was his first true friend in the twenty first century. She had never treated him like he was some fossil to be ridiculed like Stark did, she didn’t laugh at him when he asked questions he should’ve known the answer to, she was kind and funny and so unlike anyone else he had ever met. She helped him through his grief from waking up in a new time alone. She was there every step of the way during the search for Bucky and when Steve would come back from another failed search she was there to pick up the pieces.
Steve wasn’t sure exactly when it had happened, they had been friends for over five years, he didn’t even think about it anymore. Where Darcy was, there was Steve, forever by her side through it all. She was always his date to Avengers functions, he was her go to for extra help on when she need an extra pair of hands in the lab. It was then, one day where Steve was merely Darcy’s muscle as she moved into a bigger lab when it occurred to him. Her five foot frame standing out in the crowd of movers, brown hair particularly unruly and giving orders like a trained commander; it was then it struck him, Steve Rogers was in love with his best friend, Darcy Lewis.
It had been another year since Steve’s revelation. A year of trying to hide his feelings, a year of Bucky nagging him to make a move, a year of Natasha judging him for staying silent. His relationship with Darcy hadn’t changed, couldn’t change. He wouldn’t let his feelings ruin the best friendship he had had since the 1930s.
“You’re moping.” Bucky quipped as he watched his friend grumpily pack a duffle.
“Am not.” Steve replied hastily, annoyed he had been caught. He didn’t look up as he continued to pack for his mission tomorrow. Boots, suit, weapons, toothpaste, skittles, carton of eggs, all checked off of his mental packing list.
“Since when did Skittles and Eggs become regulation in our mission packs?” Buck smirked, knowing exactly what Steve was doing.
Steve sighed and zipped up his pack. “I’m not shipping out till tomorrow afternoon, Darce and I are having a Doctor Who marathon tonight. She’s out of skittles, it’s her go to TV snack. Plus it is my turn to make breakfast in the morning and I know her fridge is empty.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, his friend was so stupid when it came to women. “Tell me again how you two aren’t dating.”
Steve looked his best friend in the eyes, praying he couldn’t read the emotion behind his own. “We are just friends, Buck.” His friend frowned but silently nodded, dropping it for the moment.
“See you in a few days, Buck. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Steve smiled as he headed towards the door.
“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”
Steve laughed as he walked out the door. As the door shut Bucky shook his head in dismay “So so stupid.”
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Steve knocked when he reached Darcy’s door, head on a swivel as he waited for her to answer. He didn’t doubt Tony’s security but it wasn’t like Darcy’s floor was as secure as the Avengers’ living quarters. He had nagged Darcy in the beginning to just move upstairs to her own room on Thor’s floor, but she had said she didn’t like being that high up. So here Steve stood on basement level 3 waiting for his friend to let him in.
The door opened and Steve tried not to fall over at the sight that greeted him. Darcy stood there, but instead of wearing her classing flannel pajamas and slippers, she was in a dark blue dress and black heels, makeup to the nines. Steve opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t form any words, his brain stunned at the woman in front of him. He had never noticed how pale Darcy was, her creamy skin seemed to glow against the sapphire fabric. He wondered if it was soft, if the warmth of her body permeated the fabric.
Darcy smirked satisfied with Steve’s reaction “Good, glad to know it can render a man speechless, that was what I was going for. Now come in, lasagna is almost done.”
Steve followed her inside dumbly, it took him a moment to register his words. “Not that I’m complaining but why the fancy get up Darce?”
She was opening a bottle of wine and he tried not to stare at the way her chest shifted as she released the cork. She poured Steve a glass and he downed it completely, knowing it wouldn’t get him drunk but maybe if he was lucky it would take the edge off (yeah right).
“I was playing dress up, trying to figure out what to wear next week.”
Steve hummed inquisitively, “what’s next week, another charity gala for the science department?”
Darcy blushed somewhat embarrassed “Uh no, actually I have a date.”
Steve was glad he had downed his wine because he would’ve choked on it when she said that. He felt the dread fill him, weighting him down. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his disappointment. Darcy had every right to date, they were friends, just friends. He wondered if he kept telling himself that if it would make it hurt less.
“That’s nice, do I know him?” Steve hoped he didn’t
“Probably not, his name is Reed Richards, he’s a pretty big deal in the science community. Surprised he’s even interested.”
“Nonsense Darcy, he’d be an idiot to not notice you.” Steve spoke with emotion he couldn’t quite label.
Darcy squinted at him, then turning to grab the lasagna out of the oven “yeah, an idiot.” She muttered. Steve didn’t think she knew he had heard her.
When she turned back to put the lasagna on the counter her signature grin was back on her face “so yeah, date next week. I would usually get Jane’s seal of approval but she’s in Asgard with Thor so you’re my next go to.” She did a little twirl and Steves heart skipped a beat. “So does it get the Steve Rogers’ seal of approval?”
Steve swallowed hard and tried not to grimace, “yeah doll, it does.”
She beamed at him and Steve felt a pang in his chest.
“Thanks Stevie” she said exuberantly giving him a kiss on the cheek “I’m gonna go get comfy, don’t touch the lasagna before I get back!”
Steve stood there stunned. Darcy was going on a date. The girl he was in love with was going out with another man. He caught a glimpse of himself in the stainless steel of the fridge. Her red lipstick had left a mark on his cheek. Sighing Steve grabbed a paper towel to wipe his face, wanting to pretend that the kiss meant more than it had.
#Steve Rogers#steve rogers x darcy lewis#captain america#avengers fic#avengers fanfiction#friends to lovers#the avengers#captian america#fuck yeah darcy lewis
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He returned.
For the last days… weeks? Jiyeon went through many emotions; despair, grief, fear, to the point she was starting to feel apathetic to it all.
But when the door opened and the familiar steps creaked through the basement, her heart skipped a beat and every emotion that she felt in the past hours all came flooding back.
In response, Jiyeon pushed herself back against the wall — in an pathetic attempt to create more distance between the two.
“No, no, please…” Jiyeon pleaded, shaking her head as she looked up at him. “Please, I-“ When Taehyung stopped right in front of her, Jiyeon stopped speaking and instead she clung the curtains onto herself tighter, her eyes shifting from his hands; to see if he had a knife, to his face in an attempt to read his mood.
“Yes, sir, I learned my lesson…” Jiyeon replied, her bottom lip trembling as Taehyung interrogated her. “I will listen and do as you told me… and I won’t misbehave like that again…”
Was that what he wanted to hear?
“No, no sir, I won’t betray your generosity again, I was wrong, I was absolutely wrong…” She added, whimpering when the comfortable curtains were yanked off her.
Then, Taehyung directed her to the dining room and before she knew it she was seated at the table with a plate of lukewarm food in front of her.
Eating was the last thing on her mind.
But with his eyes on her, Jiyeon forced herself to pick up the spoon and start on her meal, and after a few bites Taehyung seemed satisfied and temporarily left the room.
When the coast was clear, Jiyeon decided to be courageous once more, scooping out some of the trash before burying her meal in the trashcan before topping it with the previous items, before she promptly returned to the table.
With a content look on his face, the man handed her the present, and he expected her to open it.
But Jiyeon had doubts.
There could be anything in this box.
“You really didn’t have to…” Jiyeon barely managed to wring the words out of her as she sunk away in the chair.
A head looking at her with petrified eyes.
A foot that was cut off.
Fingers that were ripped off.
Maybe even Binna’s remains.
Jiyeon started to sniffle as slow tears ran down her face, fear building up in her chest at the gruesome sight that she was about to behold.
She didn’t wanted to open this present, but seeing Taehyung intently watching her every move, left her no choice but to open it.
Jiyeon weighted the package in her hands, shaking it little — it felt quiet heavy, and her breath cut off at the realization that it wasn’t just a pair of fingers, and that Taehyung went all out on this twisted gift.
With shaky fingers, Jiyeon slowly started to unravel the ribbon, the satin sliding off the thick carton before falling onto the table.
Now all she had to do was take off the lid.
With a pause, she raised her head to glance over at Taehyung, and as soon as she made eye contact with him, she promptly looked back down at the gift in front of her.
It was time.
There was nothing she could do. Even if she’d throw this box to the other side of the room; he’d simply laugh it off and force her to see, or even worse, possibly force her to hold the body part only to see her suffer.
With shaky fingers, Jiyeon lifted the lid, taking it off in almost slow motion.
A dead animal? Jiyeon gasped and dropped the lid, leaving out a couple of heavy sobs until her eyes fixated on the subjects in front of her.
Fluffy slippers? But why…
Confused, the young girl stared at them before holding onto them as if they were foreign objects, staring at them in disbelief.
“This? But… I thought… oh.” She tripped over her words as she was unable to collect her thoughts. Jiyeon placed them to the side and spotted the book.
There was nothing gruesome in here.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.” Really, Jiyeon was beyond grateful that Taehyung had gifted her something that wasn’t sickening and would’ve caused traumas. Granted, the guide on how to be a polite woman seemed… odd to her, but she much more preferred this over body parts.
— 🎙
“Nonsense.” Taehyung dismissed her attempt at being humble and polite with a grin. “I think you’ll find that I really did need to after all.”
The man’s head cocked to the side as he observed the poor girl’s reaction. A part of him wanted to be annoyed with her theatrics overly a simple gift, but the other half was thoroughly amused.
Taehyung could only imagine what thoughts must’ve been racing through her mind with every salty tear that slipped down her soft cheeks.
Did she really think this was some Godfather movie where there would be a finger — maybe even a head — waiting for her in the box?
“Come on, Jiyeonnie, it’s just a harmless little box. It’s nothing worth trembling over.” He mocked before a chuckle erupted from his chest. Soon enough, she pulled the lid off the box and Taehyung made his way to stand behind her.
“See.. You’re going to need a pair of slippers for around the house if you’re going to be staying here for a while ...” The killer’s hand ghosted around Jiyeon’s throat before coming to a stop at her chin — and with a slight push, he tilted her head to rest on the back up the chair to look up at him. “Maybe now you’ll finally get the message ... You can try as hard as you want, but you’re not leaving here until I give you permission. Am I clear?”
There was something about staring into this girl’s glossy eyes that made something itch under his skin, burning him with some kind of desire.
He’s done so many things to her already; robbed so many things from her. Like the pleasures of going through life not knowing the smell of a decomposing body.
But he wasn’t satisfied, he wanted to take more.
Taehyung’s eyes glanced down to Jiyeon’s lips and his hand soon followed, dragging a thumb across her bottom lip. A smirk tugged on his own as he remembered one of her pathetic rambles — she hasn’t had her first kiss.
How devastating would it be for someone’s first kiss to come from a deranged killer?
But Taehyung patted her cheek uncaringly before moving away.
“... But that’s my girl, that’s the type of gratitude I expect to hear. Although, you forgot something in the box. It’ll keep you busy all morning tomorrow. Take a look then we’ll go up to bed.”
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౨ৎ just one touch — csc
synopsis all he did was come out of the shower. and it’s not your fault he came out shirtless.
pairing seungcheol x fem reader.
genre smut, 18+ so mdni!! warnings under cut.
word count 3.5k
hani's note this is totally so not self indulgent...totally not what i'm into. this brainrot is sponsored by a reel i saw which i immediately sent to @x0x0josephinex0x0 because i thought of seungcheol. thank you josephine for putting up with my sillyness and thank you for feeding me ideas! anyway, i kinda got carried away with the length of it, so enjoy :3
warnings ; shirtless cheol (needed to be a warning itself ngl), kissing (neck kisses & hickeys), riding, hand kink (totally not me), bulge kink (don’t look at me), nicknames for reader (baby, angel, daddy’s good girl), reader calls cheol daddy (me lol), creampie kinda. this is my first smut piece so please be nice to me >< lmk if i missed anything!
the bathroom door opens and seungcheol steps out, shutting it behind him after turning the light off. his large hand reaches for the towel resting on his bare shoulder and uses it to give a quick ruffle through his hair, not even bothering to dry his hair properly. he shuffles towards the bedroom, slippers dragging on the floor all the while water beads up at the tips of his hair before falling off onto the wooden floor and some on his bare torso.
upon stepping foot into the bedroom, seungcheol takes just a few steps to the dresser and pulls a drawer open, rummaging for something within the other pieces of clothing.
as he searches through the next drawer, bending down a bit, he doesn’t notice you walking in. you stop in your tracks like a deer in headlights because the sight before you is one that makes you almost drool a river. he searches through the next drawer, body hunching down more and his torso curving, his veiny hands flipping over sweatpants and t-shirts carefully before arranging them back to how they were.
the way his back and bicep muscles ripple with his movements makes you squeeze your thighs together. the way droplets of water slip onto his neck and glimmer under the sunlight streaming through the window makes you wanna lunge at him like a starved vampire. and the way he groans a little as he crouches to the last drawer awakens a feeling from deep within you.
he still hasn’t noticed you. well, you did walk in as quiet as a mouse and haven’t said or made a single sound.
“baby,” he calls out to you a bit loudly, not knowing that you’re right behind him so there's no need for him to call out to you.
“have you seen my—”, he doesn’t get to complete his question. not when he turns around in the midst of asking you something and then seeing you with that look on your face. the look on your face that screams for him to come closer, to touch you, put those pretty hands of his wherever he wants. his hands. they make you feel so safe when seungcheol holds your smaller ones in his large ones. so perfect the way they touch you.
your eyes flit down for a millisecond, catching a glimpse of his well-toned chest and abdominal muscles. yeah, you are seriously about to jump him if you don't leave the room right now.
“what’s wrong? why are you st—”, this time he can’t finish his question because of how you sharply pivot on your heels and almost sprint out of the room. almost. because seungcheol catches you by your arm and pulls you back into the room, turning you so that your body is fully facing him.
you look around nervously before trying to slip your wrist out of his hand. that doesn’t work, seungcheol uses his index finger and thumb to turn your head so you’re looking right at him. that single action has butterflies flying in your stomach in a frenzy. you blurt out a quick, “uh…i need to go…walk the fish! yeah! gotta go…”
seungcheol gives you an amused look and chuckles, “‘walk the fish’? baby, we don’t even own a fish,”
fuck! you couldn’t even come up with a good excuse, how are you going to get out of this now?
you fiddle with the hem of your shirt using the hand that isn’t engulfed in seungcheol’s, heart thumping in your ribcage.
“so, what were you doing standing behind me? watching me struggle to look for my favourite turtleneck, hm?” seungcheol let go of your wrist and he was moving closer now, way too close and way too fast that you eventually collide with the wall behind you. his arm lifts and he rests his forearm above your head which is pressing further and further into the wall the closer seungcheol moves.
pause. turtleneck? his favourite...as in the black one? fucking hell, just the thought of seeing him in that makes heat pool in your tummy. you had shoved it in the washing machine yesterday, slamming the washing machine door shut because why the fuck did he look so good in it?
“n-no! i just, erm, i got frozen! forgot why i came into this room. you know that feeling you get when you walk into a room…” he stares down at you with an admiring look in his eyes while you ramble on, “…and then you forget why you came here? yeah, that’s what happened. nothing else. i mean, why else would i just be—”
now, it’s your turn to get cut off and caught by surprise. seungcheol’s lips are on yours and you’re frozen for a second before you process what’s happening and reciprocate the kiss.
his lips are soft, plump, pillowy. not even five seconds of kissing back before he pulls away and he has you chasing his lips as if they’re a drug and you’re addicted. you could say that you are…just a little.
there’s a smug look on his face, “come on, we both know that’s not true…can you tell me the truth then, baby?”
you shake your head no, whispering a quiet ‘it‘s embarrassing, cheol’. he can’t take no for an answer now. not when he saw such a hungry look on your face.
“no? that’s okay,” he shifts a little and you think 'oh, okay. he's not gonna ask any more, thank god' but then you notice his eyes darkening. shit.
then, he pulls you by the waist to press you flush against him, his voice an octave lower, “i’ll get it out of you another way.”
with that, he ducks down to your neck, quickly taking advantage of the area where you’re most sensitive and it makes a low groan fall from your parted lips. damn you for having a sensitive spot because you almost crumble like a sandcastle, knees buckling but they don’t make contact with the floor because your sweet and considerate seungcheol makes his grip on you tighter. seungcheol doesn’t move from the sensitive area until he’s satisfied and sees a hickey forming.
his whisper against your neck makes you shiver, “tell me, baby.”
you shake your head again. he nips at your skin this time, desperate to know what made his girl salivate like that. but he knows, he knows what made you so speechless. he just wants to hear it from you himself.
“tell me.”
“it’s just that—” he’s doing it again. sucking your skin with his plush lips, biting with his teeth then going back in to soothe the pin prick with his wet tongue. you feel so dizzy, just from the way he's nipping at your neck. this time, you really do almost fall to the floor. he’s got you, though, he always has.
“just what? hm?”
“i just walked in and you we—” you gasp as his kisses travel to your collarbone, “you were there with no shirt on and your back was all up in my face. i couldn’t help it!”
“mhm, what else?” he also knows that wasn’t the only thing you were gawking at. fuck him for being able to read you like an unguarded, open book (you will be).
“that’s embarrassing! not saying anything else,” you are so ready to give up and just tell him what he so badly wants to know, but the way your cheeks are burning after mentioning his shirtless self, it seems like he won't get another word out of you.
air shoots out of seungcheol’s nose and onto the dips in your collarbones, it tickles. you assume he laughed so you peer down at him.
“you’re so cute, my baby. what are you so cute for, huh?” he presses his face into your neck then moves up to kiss your cheek.
“oh, your turtleneck. i put it in the wash yesterday, it’s drying outside. sorry, cheol,” you say sheepishly.
“it’s okay, i think it needed a wash anyways,” he quips.
“why don’t you wear something else like…” you think for a moment of what would go well with the sweatpants he’s wearing right now, “that white t-shirt!”
seungcheol smiles at you, giving you another quick kiss before turning back around and finding the t-shirt you mentioned.
fuck. not again. you’re in the same position you were in ten minutes ago. again, you salivate at the way his biceps move, the way the muscles under his skin shift, creating dips and then hills when his bones move back up to fill up the dips.
your hand reaches out and brushes against his smooth back – wait, what are you doing? it’s almost as if you’re hypnotised, you brain isn’t even processing your actions.
as soon as your hand makes contact with the warm skin of seungcheol’s back, he almost jumps due to the contact out of nowhere and you retract your hand back.
seungcheol slowly stands up and your feet suddenly have a mind of their own as they start shuffling closer to him.
both your hands go to each of his shoulders, silently moving them down his arms then under his armpits. running your hands down his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his toned abdominal muscles while your nails bump along the ridges, seungcheol’s breathing rate picks up at the feeling of your hands and nails.
he turns around and in the blink of an eye, you’re laying on your bed, face up, your boyfriend hovering over you.
he lunges at you, hands immediately finding your breasts, cherry flavoured lips crashing into yours. the kiss is filled with hunger and desire but the way seungcheol kisses, there’s always a sense of protectiveness in his kisses. he massages your tit with one hand while the other runs up and down the side of your body and thigh. more heat gathers in your lower stomach and you can feel the wetness growing every second.
you pull away for a breather but you don’t even get the chance to take a breathe, instead your breathe hitches, because seungcheol’s hands race down your body to your clothed pussy, rubbing you through your pyjama pants. it doesn’t take you long before you’re begging for him to actually touch you, without barriers between you.
“cheol! please, please touch me, want you so bad,” you’ve lost control over everything; your mouth, your brain, your body. they’re going against your normal quietness, not knowing what to say yet here you are, blurting out everything that comes to your mind.
“anything for my sweet girl, i got you”
and he does. he’s peeling your pyjama pants off, throwing them on the floor somewhere before doing the same with the matching shirt.
“shit…all this for me, baby?” he stares at your glistening slit before looking back up at you. your legs automatically spread even more at his words, inviting him in.
he slips two long fingers in with ease given how wet you were just from drooling over him and touching him up.
he brings his fingers out of your pussy, tips still in and slams them back in, keeping up a good pace. countless moans slip out from your mouth, most of them voicing out his name and desperate pleas.
“i got you, cherry will help you, okay?”
“my pretty girl, look at you all fucked out just from my fingers. want another one, baby?”
after hearing him say that with his voice an octave lower than normal, you nod frantically and he takes it as a yes to insert another. his fingers are thick, everytime he adds one, it only loosens you up more.
his thumb moves to your sensitive bud, rubbing it in slow and tight circles. your legs jerks at the first circle and seungcheol smiles down at you, admiringly. you’re just so beautiful to him like this, he makes sure you hear that too. hair spread around the messy duvet, cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen and hands desperately kneading your chest trying to chase your release. and when it comes around the corner, when the coil reaches its limit, you yank seungcheol close to you, smashing your lips to his in an attempt to muffle your moans as they get louder the closer you get to that coil snapping completely.
but it never snaps. seungcheol slips his fingers out, a filthy squelch sound coming from your cunt due to the wetness of it. you whine before seungcheol can even explain why he’s taken away his pretty fingers from inside you.
“not yet, wanna be inside you. can i? please, baby? wanna make you feel even better,” he searches your faces for any negative emotions but you reaching for the band of his sweatpants tells him enough.
you whine again, remembering that he’s still half dressed and you drag your nails down his front making him shiver.
“take these off, please,” you sit up slightly, dragging down his sweatpants as quick as you can but the band slips from your fingers and it snaps back into place, making you groan.
“please,” you plead your boyfriend to take them off, pawing at his hips and eyes becoming glassy with tears, he’s just staring at you in awe because frankly, you’ve never been this straightforward before.
he slips his sweatpants off and his cock slaps against his stomach lightly. seungcheol was big but he was also thick. you gulp big time because you knew that you were going to have to take it slow even though you were desperate as fuck and he’d been training you to take him whole.
“i’ll take this silence as you like what you see, am i right?” seungcheol teases as you snap out of it and look up at him.
“yeah, i do actually. so, can you fuck me already, please?”
the demand and confidence from you shoots to his cock and it twitches which makes you smirk because you know that was your doing. you did that.
seungcheol’s eyes darken even more and he almost collapses from resisting the urge to just thrust into you right now with no mercy.
now, your heart is threatening to explode out of your chest. the look on his face quickens your heartbeat and your mind immediately goes to the thoughts all the ways you could be getting fucked by him right now. those thoughts have a quite a big effect on you, seeing as you were starting to drip more and more.
“bossy much?” he questions with a raised eyebrow. you roll your eyes and place a hand on the nape of his neck to lift yourself up slightly, bringing your face close to his.
“for you, i always am. now, are you gonna get to it or do i have to do it myself?” you whisper towards the end. you were being playful, seungcheol knew that. it’s a side he loved seeing from you.
seungcheol lays a hand on your back and gently sets you back down onto the bed, quickly pumps himself a few times and aligns himself up with you. he looks back up at you and leans over to give your forehead a soft kiss before slowly pushing in.
a moan slips out from your lips at the feeling of getting filled up. your hands fly to his thick biceps to find purchase on them, cherry red acrylic nails digging into them and creating little dents, “fuck! so big…”
your eyebrows push together at the feeling and seungcheol groans, “baby, you need to relax…should i stop—”
“no! it’s okay, just give me a minute to adjust. please?”
seungcheol smiles at you, dimples peeking out on both cheeks. you tell him to move, bucking your hips up to give him a sign and he does, slow at first but when you beg seungcheol to go faster, he does just that. he splits you open on his cock. he leans closer to you and you wrap your arms around his neck, nails scratching his built back. seungcheol doesn’t mind the scratches, in fact, he loves them. you can already see him walking into the bathroom the next morning and smiling at your little art piece.
“feel s’ good, daddy,” all abilities to form coherent sentences fly out of the window as soon as seungcheol starts moving at a quick pace. it’s almost dizzying. no, it is dizzying. your eyes roll back into your head at the immense pleasure, your head is thrown back into the mattress and tears slip from the corner of your eyes. he groans immediately at the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock.
you peer down at where your bodies connect but the faint bulge in your stomach distracts you and you almost cum at the sight, a sound between a groan and whine comes out of you. grabbing seungcheol’s hand from the side of your head, you place it on the bulge that appears when he moves in and disappears as he backs out.
“fuck, is that…” he groans at the feeling of him in you, “you’re so tiny, look at this, hm?”
he presses his palm downwards on the bulge and you whimper at the feeling. with every thrust, seungcheol’s curly locks bounce with the force. and he’s touching you so good, you wish you could stay like this. but the sounds he’s making are even better. he’s so whiny and he’s whimpering at the sensations in his body. both of you are feeling hot, like you’re sitting right in front of a fully blazing fireplace.
“my pretty girl, you take me so well.”
“look so gorgeous like this.”
“such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so, so well, aren’t you?”
“daddy’s good girl.”
the praise coming from seungcheol never fails to make you feel so loved. he’ll always make sure to tell you sweet things and let you know how much he loves you.
the knot in your stomach grows tight and you know you have to let seungcheol know, “daddy, i’m close!”
“where do you want me, angel?”
‘inside me’ is all he needs to hear for him to hold you close before giving you what you want.
warmth fills you as seungcheol tips himself and you over the edge. your breathing is ragged and your body sore from exertion but you don’t care because you know your seungcheol will take care of you. he always does.
seungcheol helps you ride out your release, overstimulating you a bit just to hear you whimper more. he loves hearing you make that sound, it’s his favourite. he wonders if he could record it and keep it with him forever.
you feel a second orgasm building up and try to push seungcheol off, only because you wanna be on his lap.
“what’s wrong? want me to stop, angel?” he asks, immediately stopping his movements but still in you.
you look up at him, smiling weakly, “mhm, just wan’ sit on your lap. please,”
seungcheol has never said no to you, never will. after all, everything he does is solely for you, the person he loves and adores and would do anything for.
he gently pulls out in an attempt to not hurt you and moves over to sit against the headboard. he pulls you up with him, slowly, and watches the way the mixed cum drips down your legs. quickly sitting you down on him, he pushes the cum back in you with two thick fingers and you whine out loud at the feeling.
as carefully as possible, you sink down on him, gasping at the full feeling again. seungcheol places his hands on your hips, “you okay, baby?”
when you nod, he starts to guide your hips back and forth, slow at first then he builds up on the speed. your hands can’t stay in one place; moving from his shoulders to pulling at his curly strands. you almost bump foreheads trying to lean down and kiss him in a hurry.
the second orgasm is closer and when it arrives, it doesn’t hit you as hard as the first but that’s not to say it didn’t make your head spin with force and your eyes roll back even more. seungcheol thought he lost you when you went quiet but realised he just fucked you in the next century and you’ll be back within a few seconds. at the same time, seungcheol is moaning and whimpering louder (you love when he gets vocal, it just gets you even more wet) from the overstimulation as he fills you up a second time, eyebrows pushing together.
meanwhile, your head makes contact with seungcheol’s shoulder and he automatically puts his hands on your back, rubbing soothing circles. he kisses your cheek and lifts your head with both hands on either side to give you a proper kiss on your swollen, red lips.
“you did so well for me, angel. thank you,” he pecks your lips then reaches for your hands and kisses them each before embracing you with his beefy arms, your head going to rest between his shoulder and neck. you feel safe. loved.
“love you, cheol, love y…” you don’t finish your sentence and seungcheol realises. he looks down at you only to see your eyes closed and lips parted slightly, puffs of air escaping them.
he chuckles quietly, pressing another kiss on your cheek, “i love you, my silly girl.”
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Trouble
fandom: Bridgerton
pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x reader
summary: stolen first kisses with the eldest Bridgerton boy
warning: none except cute fluff and kissing before marriage *gasp*
Although the days in the city had its pleasures, the days in the countryside were always a dream. Weeks spent lounging with your favorite book under the shade of a tree, the fresh breeze passing through your hair the light notes of geraniums and roses from the garden.
Summers in the country were peaceful and pleasant, except the days you would visit the Bridgerton’s. Those were the days you spent in lovely chaos with the large family of ten. Today happened to be one of those days when you were invited over for a game of Pall Mall at Aubrey Hall.
The games were always particularly messy. It needn’t matter how many times Violet or Edmund Bridgeton chided their children, the games would always end violence, or rather the contained sort polished children of society got up to anyways. Whether it was through petty moves or petty talk, the teens game ended with a certain sibling out of luck and deemed the loser. A coveted position that resulted in being tormented with teasing from their brothers and sisters for the rest of the day.
Much to the eldest, Anthony’s fortune, today he would be the loser. Of course, he had company in the title as you would also be losing and that was a comfort to him as you both trudged toward the surrounding woods where your balls had been knocked by Benedict and Daphne.
While Anthony did grumble beside you on the walk over, you did not mind as much to find yourself with a stolen moment alone with the boy. The two of you had been teetering the line of more than friends since your early youth. It was a dangerous game the two of you would playing, filling the time with stolen glances and hidden touches.
Now was no different as the search for the Pall Mall balls were long forgotten as was the game, though you could still pick up shouts from Eloise from where the two of you stood. Far too close to each other than deemed appropriate. His booted foot rest against your slipper clad one, your chin raised forward to lock eyes with Anthony.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
He did little to hide the grin in his question. It was you who had somehow managed to close the distance between the two of you, but it wasn’t something you can help. Sometimes the light in his eyes sparkled and brought you in like a moth to a flame. Or his teasing remarks made you want to wipe that god forsaken smile right off his face. Like now for instance.
“I don’t know, maybe I will, Mr. Bridgerton,”
“We’ll just know if you do you will be forced to marry me, for taking my virtue and whatnot,” his tone was so casual and his smirking lips such a rosy pink you felt yourself left with no other choice, he really must be shut up. You gave him a very ill-mannered roll of your eyes before closing the distance, any semblance of your duties out the door.
Suddenly your were diving down a rabbit hole that was the warm press of his lips on yours quick to meet with your own. Every little moment before seemed to leading up to this. To the sweetness in the way he grasped your arm and waist like you were the most delicate thing in the world, but also to the fierceness in his kiss that said he had been dreaming about this as you had for far too long.
You were spiraling down into a forbidden wonderland. You had yet to be presented into society still only eighteen, there was still far more for you to do before your debut, and there was Anthony. He had just finished Oxford and no man would think of marrying so young. Though he meant his statement jokingly this was your reality and you have cursed yourself for falling so quickly for the boy in front of you.
You pulled away without word or glance into his brown eyes that would surely betray all your logical reason with just one look. Instead, you quickly stepped away in search for the Pall Mall ball perhaps you could convince the others to let you join again or rather you’d fake an illness and take your carriage back home.
Before you can do either Anthony’s hand slipped around your wrist spinning you back around to face him wrapping his hand lightly around your own lace gloved one, “Where are you going?”
The gentleness in his voice was not enough to set you off your course, you still didn’t dare to meet his eyes as you replied, “Away from you, you do know that if someone were to see us you will be forced to marry me and we are far to young to get married, Anthony.”
“I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing,” he mumbled and you finally looked up to see him scanning your face for some sort of sign that he wasn’t the only one going mad.
“What?”
“I said it’s not a terrible idea,” it was reckless of you to entertain such a thought that would surely evolve into endless daydreams later, but he was carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind your cheek with such delicacy that butterflies began to erupt in your stomach, “Plus I really want to do that again.”
“Anthony,”
When he says your name its a whisper so hushed you hardly hear it. Yet it was a melody so soft you wished to hear it a thousand times more. Whatever reality you had been worried about slipped away and the world was suddenly only the two of you as his nose pressed to yours.
“We really mustn’t,” you reminded him, though you let your hands wrap around his neck allowing him to pull you flush against him.
“But isn’t that what makes it so fun.”
“You are nothing but trouble, Anthony Bridgerton.”
“Yes, but only the best kind don’t you think?”
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Late Night Favor (Shadow Monster x Reader)
Genre: Fluff, Urban Fantasy
Warnings: Explicit content up ahead (18+ ONLY), Oral, Fingering
Word Count: 4000 Words
Summary: A couple of small good deeds leaves you with a late night visitor, looking to repay a debt.
Request: "You unknowingly rescue a shadow monster and bring it home with you, after a couple days of lurking in the shadows of your home and recuperating it shows you just how thankful it is." I had this idea forever ago but was never able to execute it. My opening idea was that a few kids are shining flashlights at something, tormenting it, and you swoop in to save it and chase the kids away. You thought they were hurting a cat or something, but find nothing and head home.
What do you think? Would you like to take it on? I'd be honored if you would 😊
A/N: *Throws this into the street to appease for the fact I haven’t updated Out of the Woods in THREE MONTHS IM SORRY*
It was the perfect weather for a lazy day inside. The pitter patter of the rain on your window had almost lulled you back to sleep during breakfast, and the thunder had provided great ambiance for reading. You hadn’t bothered changing out of your pajamas and we’re enjoying a soap opera binge on the coach when the peace was disturbed.
At first it was just the sound of clattering trash cans, not uncommon from the alley outside your window. But then it was followed by the raucous laughter of teenagers, rocks being thrown against the concrete, and a sharp hissing.
You hoist yourself up and off the couch, meandering toward the balcony, expecting to see a bunch of kids fucking around; Maybe using the cover of the fire escape to hide from the rain and smoke some weed.
Ah, memories.
But instead, you see a huddled group of boys pointing a flashlight into the pile of garbage right by the dumpster. One of them picks up a pebble and throws it into the light beam, causing another hiss and a jerk of movement. The boys laugh even louder, the one on the right nudging the one with the flashlight.
“Dude, do it again!”
Flashlight agrees, quickly moving the light into another corner as the one on the left throws a rock in the opposite direction. A shape of pitch black hisses again, deterred by the rock and scared by the brightness. Your brow furrows.
“Hey!”
The boys jump, looking in all directions.
“What are you three doing down there?” They finally look up at you, messy-haired and bleary-eyed. They shrug and ignore you, one even throwing another rock, bigger than before. There’s a sad yelp as it collides with the blackness.
You grit your teeth, grabbing your jacket off a nearby shelf and yell again.
“Fuck off! Leave the poor thing alone!”
They all laugh insufferably, the way most stuck up teenagers do.
“Or what?”
You shrug on your raincoat, picking up the baseball bat you keep strategically placed by your couch.
“Or I’ll come down and make you, jackass!”
You kick open your fire escape, slippers already damp, and start marching down the staircases. The boys get the message and run away, still jeering and laughing. Seems you weren’t as intimidating as you’d like.
You shuffle down the fire escape, slowing down as you approach the poor creature. You lower your back and peak under the dumpster.
“It's okay, little guy, I won’t hurt ya.” You set down your bat and crouch, kissing your lips as you hold out your free hand.
All you see is a hint of glowing eyes, nervously peering out, before the dark shape disappears completely, hidden by the shadow of the dumpster. You’re tempted to sit down and wait for it, hoping to check if the poor stray was injured, but the wet concrete looks unappealing. The bottom of your sweats are already drenched.
You stand up, sigh, and go back up the fire escape. You unlatch the dusty pet door on your sliding glass balcony and make sure to leave a hot thing of milk and some water just outside. You ponder going out to get cat food, but the well-timed weather report tells you to stay off the streets. Slumping back down on the couch, you keep on eye on your fire escape, hoping that whatever it was, it’s okay.
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The next day is sunny, the rain clearing away any air pollution and leaving blue skies to shine down through your window, waking you up extra early. As you sit down with a cup of coffee, switching on the news before starting work, you notice the empty bowls on your balcony.
You set down the mug, walking over to the door and checking the bowls. Seems that little stray had needed the refreshment, as both were licked clean.
You refill them, making sure to add cat food to your grocery list.
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After a long day of work, you’re feeling particularly domestic and decide to bake some cookies. Your brain is sore after staring at a screen for eight hours straight, a simple task like this is the perfect thing to keep it from melting completely.
You open up your window, letting the cool night air into your kitchen as you check on your baking cookies. Wiping flour off your pants, you turn on the radio and throw a glance to your living room.
You had set up a tiny blanket pallet right next to your pet door, the weatherman’s warning of another thunderstorm tonight having you worried for your stray. Hopefully a full belly of milk will convince them that your house is safe enough to find shelter in.
But the afternoon is beautiful, not too cold and not too hot, only the slight tang of metal in the air hinting to rain. With a ding from the oven, you take out the cookies and set them on a cooling tray on your window. The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafts over you as you take a sip of your tea, staring out into the city streets. Small puddles still speckle the pavement, catching the headlights of nearby cars and flashy billboards.
A quick sound, something hitting your balcony door, that jerks you out of your reverie. You set down your mug and slowly peek out from your kitchen, wondering if you should’ve grabbed a kitchen knife. But it’s just your pet door, flapping back and forth in front of two, now empty, bowls. Aww, seems your stray took a step inside. Too bad you missed it.
The gurgle of your stomach convinces you to take a crack at the cookies. If they were too hot, you could just wash them down with a nice glass of milk anyway. Maybe even put on a sitcom while you snack.
You lightly tap the top cookie; Warm, but not unbearable. Steam rises as you break it open, blowing in the middle and taking a tiny bite.
Fuck, good job _____.
They’re perfectly done, just soft enough to melt in your mouth. You grab two more, holding them in between your fingers as you hold the other half in your mouth. Maybe you could bring the batch into work tomorrow, give your coworkers a nice surprise. That is if you didn't have 10 tonight. But 20 should be just enough-
Huh, that’s weird. There's only 19, including the one still dangling out of your mouth.
You could’ve sworn you baked 20.
Well whatever. Your coworkers can handle not coming back for seconds tomorrow.
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“Ow! Fuck!”
You bite your lip, trying not to yell out more curse words as you rub your stubbed toe. You limp to your kitchen, fumbling for the light switch to avoid another incident. All you had wanted was a midnight sweet snack, was that so difficult? You’d thought you could navigate your apartment pretty easily in the dark, but the pain in your foot says otherwise.
The light flickers as you finally find the switch, reminding you that you’re going to need to change the bulb sometime soon. But that's a problem for another day; Right now, it’s cookie time.
You don’t bother pouring yourself a glass or getting a plate, devouring the treat in three bites and throwing back a quick swig of milk. It’s almost midnight, not like anyone’s watching-
Oh, wait.
You slowly close the fridge door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake the little stray curled up, asleep. The little ball of black was snuggled into the pallet, tossing and turning. A flash of lightning cracks outside your apartment, washing your living room with light. The ball jerks in shock, the thunder afterwards only frightening it more, forcing it to curl up even tighter.
You take small and light steps towards the tiny bed, not wanting to approach the scared beast too quickly. The room is lit up again by another lightning strike and the little stray forces it’s body backwards and away from the window. You crouch down real low, the small bits of light helping your eyes adjust to the layout.
“How are you doing, little guy?” You whisper, mostly to yourself, tapping your fingers against your carpet. Part of you wants to pet it, but think it might be better not to. No need to startle it. “Is the lightning scary? You can come to my room if you want, I’ll protect ya.”
Midst the black, you see two little eyes, little blips of light that open with another flash of lightning. But they aren’t yellow, nor are they slitted, nor are they anything remotely animal.
They're like the headlights of a car, blinding white with no definition at all. Not even pupils. You're startled, eye’s widening as the creature lifts it’s head. A long smile runs across their face, full of razor sharp teeth.
“Oh my, that sounds delightful.” They purr, and you find yourself losing your footing and falling back on your ass. Your fingers dig into the carpet as their body slowly begins to unfurl out of a ball and stretch into a massive form, as if their whole size had been hidden away somewhere else; Like it had been literally in the shadows.
You scramble backwards, breath picking up as the creature stretches it’s long limbs, colorless eyes still locked onto you as it stands up and up. It rolls back its shoulders as it sits on its haunches, its form still towering over you even when crouched. You notice the shades of huge antlers sticking out from the side of their head, only adding to their intimidating height.
The creature still has that terrifying smile, all canines and no molars, it’s unblinking eyes still staring deep into your soul.
You’ve heard people do weird things in times of high stress, of strong emotions, good and bad. Like the wires in your brains get crossed when trying to find the right response.
“Uh, do you want a cookie?”
You think you get that now.
The creature chuckles, a soft timbre that echoes unnaturally.
“No, dearie, I have already indulged in your confections. You see,” They creature leans forward, falling to its knees to crawl towards you. If it weren’t for the overwhelming fear constricting your heart, you’d almost think it was seductive, “You’ve done so much for me these past days, I think it’d be only fair if I helped you indulge in a far-” The creature’s face looms over yours, their arms caging your sides as they lick their lips, “-sweeter treat, yes?”
Your eyes search their face, trying to find signs of trickery or malice, maybe even some demonic sense of humor.
As if I’d even know what that looks like.
“Are you-” You catch a breath, now noticing the fine musculature of their shoulders, and the definition of their arms, “Are you propositioning me, like, for sex?”
The creature laughs again, their eyes crinkling up as they throw their head back. But when they look back down at you, you can almost feel the lust radiating off their gaze, details be damned.
“Yes, lovely, I am.”
You take your eyes off their face, a little too overwhelmed to stare directly into their blistering expression. Not to mention the blinding light which has begun to put red spots into your vision.
Instead, your eyes fall upon their thick thighs, the small tail waving behind them, and how unnervingly sexy you find the way their claws are digging up your rug.
You slowly move your head, catching the creature’s eyes.
“I-uh-I guess? Yeah, yeah I guess that sounds good. Um, what was your name?”
The creature smirks, a single claw tipped finger tilting up your chin, as they whisper,
“Nocter.”
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Well, this is definitely the weirdest way I’ve gotten someone into bed.
Nocter’s antlers brush against your stucco-ceiling as it pushes you down on the bed, their shining white eyes staring deep into yours. Their lack of pupils is almost unsettling, but when they run their claws down your chest and pinch your nipples, you find it hard to care. You bite your lip, fighting back an embarrassing whimper as they trace one finger around the bud, pebbling the skin.
“Aww, has it been a while, sweetling?” You roll your eyes, but let out another squeak as they flick their thumb across your other nipple, the palm of their hand pressing against your ribcage.
“M-maybe.” You mutter, digging your finger into your bed sheets as their hands dance across your skin. One pulls up the bottom of your pajama shirt as it nudges one of their legs in between your thighs, pushing their knee up against your crotch.
“Don’t worry,” They push the fabric up to your neck, laying a kiss on the center of your stomach, then your chest, and then your jugular. When they plant one on your jaw, they lean in real close, “I’ll make sure to treat you right.”
Nocter’s long tongue splays against your jaw, licking a stripe up your cheek as one of their hands moves from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. They slip a couple fingers underneath, lightly petting the area right above your crotch. They’re such a tease, and you love it.
Nocter pecks the side of your face, over and over, while their hand moves further and further down your body at an agonizing pace. Their hot breath sends goosebumps down your neck, washing over your face as they exhale with every kiss. You catch them off guard when you turn your head toward them, catching their lips-mid peck and eagerly sticking your tongue outward. They purr with delight, their thin almost-lips quickly devouring you.
A long string of saliva connects the two of you as you detach, taking the time to shimmy out of your shirt. You pull them closer, your hands digging into their shoulder muscles and fingers just brushing over the long ridges on their back. They chuckle once again, pulling their fingers out your shorts and merely digging their palm into the fabric of your crotch.
“Eager, huh?”
“Shut up,” You mumble in between kisses, “This is for me, isn’t it?”
“Ohoho,” kiss, “Someone’s showing their feisty side a little early.” kiss, “What happened to my benevolent, saintly saviour?” kiss.
You pull away from their lips, quickly latching onto the crux of their neck and taking a nip. “S’not fair.” You say, taking a deep whiff of their skin as you suck and bite. They smell like brimstone and a bonfire, not quite what you 're expecting, but not unpleasant. “You can’t tease me like that and not-” Your cut off as the pad of one Nocters fingers presses up against your entrance, the fabric only amplifying the sensation as they begin to tease it.
“Deliver?” Nocter finishes, sinfully smug. You throw them a glare. “I’m a good guest, scout’s honor.”
You roll your eyes right before they lock you into another kiss, rubbing the pads of their fingers up and down your crotch. They use their hand to push you backwards, sinking deeper into the mattress as they situate their knees under your thighs. One they pull back from the kiss, your face and lips thoroughly debauched, your legs are splayed up on their pelvis and they easily slip off your bottoms. Nocter takes a whiff of your underwear, the crotch now slightly damp, giving you a wink before they throw it over their shoulder.
You jerk your hips slightly upward, and Nocter tuts.
“Patience, sweetling.” They roll a hand down your abdomen, fingers splaying onto your stomach, nails just teasing the skin. With a kiss to your inside calf, Nocters hand ghosts across your entrance. You can’t help biting your lip, the heat and their touch sending your mind into a frenzy.
They continue a path of kisses down your leg, now pressing their finger right up against your hole. They only pause to suck on their index and middle fingers, coating them with a heavy and blue-tinted saliva. Once they’ve reached the middle of your thigh, nipping at the apex, they sink into you.
Nocter’s fingers are long, articulated and move with sure movements. They start off slow, scissoring you open, simpering as you dig your nails into your bed sheets. The pads of their fingers push against your walls, just grazing sensitive spots as they make a slow ‘come hither’ motion. Your hips jerk forward, humping into their palm. They smirk against your skin, nipping another love bite as they retract their fingers until only the tip remains. You catch your breath, holding it until they sink back into you, shoving their fingers forward with far more force.
You whimper as their fingers pull back, only to follow with quicker thrusts. Nocter’s aim is pin-point in finding the most pleasurable spots inside you, the feeling only amplified by the pinpricks of their teeth into the fat of your thigh. The tip of their tongue licks hot trails of spit tantalizingly close to your hole, which clenches around their bony fingers. The slick sound of your juices, the skin of their palm slapping against yours, is downright pornographic.
Your legs try to clamp around their shoulders, the overwhelming stimuli triggering an instant reaction, but Nocter pins your right leg down to your bed easily, never losing focus on fingering you. The tips of their claws trace the inside of your leg, the hard edge of their wrist digging into fat. Your fingers reach to grip around something, anything to keep you grounded as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. They find their way around Nocter’s left wrist; You’re almost afraid you’ll leave bruises, before remembering how sturdy every part of their body seems to be.
You let out a whimper as the crests of an orgasm seem to overwhelm you, nearly gasping as Nocter quickly removes their fingers. In any other state of mind you might have made a comment, look down and wonder why they’ve stopped. But the heat in your belly compels you to grip their wrist tight and to throw your hips upwards. With a desperate breath, you plead,
“P-please! Please, don’t stop.”
Nocter doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t make a sly remark about your neediness or your lewd movements. They lean forward, giving another kiss right below your navel, and pet your wrist.
“Of course, dearie.”
With a wink, they lean down a lick a long stripe up your hole, giving one last kiss to your leg before plunging their tongue inside.
You didn’t think it was possible for them to reach even deeper inside you with their tongue than their fingers, but the sparks which fly in your core say otherwise. The ridges of Nocters tongue brush against your walls as they flick the appendage back and forth, the tip pressing forward with controlled motions. It doesn’t thrash back and forward haphazardly, but reaches for those sensitive spots and plays with them.
“Oh, f-fuck!” You yelp, feeling an icy-cold liquid run down your ass. From the sound of smacking lips and muffled moans, it must be Nocter’s saliva. They let out a groan, pushing their jaw forward as their eyes clenched shut. The hand on your leg pinches skin as it tightens up, the other pressing your hips down, but the pressure they apply is phantom at best. Nocter seems to revel in your pleading humps for more, meeting each movement with a thrust of their jaw, the base of their tongue stretching you open.
The two of you keep that rhythm for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a couple of minutes. Sweat drips down your chest and off of your belly, your legs muscles on fire as you continue to push upward and into Nocter’s face. You start feeling that impending wave begin to crest again, with your limbs shaking and your throat hoarse.
“Nocter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-I’m so close!”
This time, Nocter doesn’t let up on their pace, reaching one hand down to deliver a hard slap on your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. Your speech devolves into slurred curses and your hands move to touch them, to find some grasp in reality. Nocter continues to suck and tongue-fuck your hole as your thighs clench around their head. Your humps are tiny and weak, your lower half barely holding itself up.
The knot gets tighter, a firecracker fuse about to blow in your abdomen. In the heat of the moment, your hands find their way to Nocter’s scalp and grab onto the base of their antlers. Their moan rumbles through you, right before you yank their head forward, their tongue hitting the deepest part of you as you shutter and-
“I’m cumming!”
Another moan vibrates against your hole as your body shudders and jolts, your hips still pressed firmly against Nocter’s face. But in the next moment, a heavy weight falls over your body, slumping you down onto the bed. Your chest heaves, eye’s fuzzy as Nocter’s tongue ‘pop’s out of you.
Your gaze wanders over your stucco ceiling, droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you try and catch your breath. You can feel Nocter’s large hands rolling a massage into your thighs, their own heavy breathing brushing over your crotch.
A fuzzy shape of pure black comes into your vision as Nocter hovers over you, their body hovering just an inch above yours. They give you a small peck on the cheek.
“Feel good?” They whisper.
All you can do is nod, your shaky hands wandering over their back. There’s no sign of sweat on their skin, but you can feel the heat running off of it as they nuzzle into your neck.
As your fingers dance over the ride of their back, you can hear the rumble of a low purr coming from their chest, but they stay hovering over your body. You press your hands into their back, applying weak pressure to encourage them to relax.
“It seems I’ve repaid my debt.” Nocter murmurs into your ear, pushing themselves up onto their hands, pulling even farther from you as their eye’s look around your room. You keep your hands wrapped around their waist, stopping them from fully getting up. They look back to you, white eyes slightly widening.
“Would you-” You take another deep breath, “Want to stay? For the night?”
Nocter stares at you, the black void of their face almost unreadable. But when they run a claw down the side of your face, it burns with affection and longing.
“Would you want that?”
Your room is nearly pitch black, only the lights of the street peeking in between your curtains. Nocter’s body seems to absorb all light near it, their hot body like a heating pad. But their eyes are so bright, so full, so mesmerizing; Like a full moon on the dark city sky.
“Yes, I would.”
Nocter’s nods, their expression barely changing, but you think you can see a hint of a smile amidst all the black. They let their body relax, pressing their chest against yours as they sink into the sheets and nuzzle back into your neck.
You can smell the sweat coating your body and feel the way you stick to the sheets. Frankly, the both of you kind of smell.
But it doesn’t stop you from snuggling into Nocter’s body, eye’s heavy as you peacefully fall into sleep.
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GOJO SATORU || pretty eyes [pt.2]
anime: jujutsu kaisen
character: gojo satoru
pronouns: she/her
notes: high-school! gojo x underclassman! reader
the part two of ‘pretty eyes’ is here! read part one here.
“You really do have pretty eyes, senpai.”
Gojo prides himself as a man who just ‘doesn’t do relationships’. Besides the fact that there is a line of women who were just waiting to get with him, he had never really seen what an actual functioning relationship looked like. His parents had an arranged marriage to ‘keep the Gojo clan’s genes powerful’ - his father was barely around, going about his duties to the clan whilst his mother was out and about having affairs left, right and center.
With that being said though, Gojo was a determined man. He may not know exactly what was it that draws him to a particular junior of his, but he’d be damned if he didn’t get to at least know her better. The problem? He has absolutely no clue on how to woe her.
“Remind me again exactly what am I doing here?”
It was a Friday afternoon - and classes are always let out earlier on Friday. Usually Geto would spend the free afternoon just relaxing in his dorm after a long week of classes and missions; but before Geto can evens step one foot out of the stuffy classroom, Gojo had grabbed his arm and teleported them both out of campus. That’s how he found himself in a random café that Gojo had graciously dragged them into, narrowing his eyes over at his best friend as he raised his mug of earl grey to his lips. “If this is about copying my essay-”
“How do you ask a girl out?”
“Hah?” Geto asks with an annoyed scowl, to which Gojo just made a noise before he awkward sets his clean cake fork down; the multi-layered cookies and cream cake sat untouched before him. That alone should be concerning, since Gojo is known to have a strong affinity for sweets. “How do you ask a girl out? Like, on a date.” Gojo repeated with the utmost serious expression on his face, and for a few moments Geto just blinks at him owlishly. “Satoru, how the hell have you been asking women out before this? It’s the same damn thing.”
“Asking a girl you actually like out and asking someone for a one night stand are two very different things.” Gojo stresses whilst Geto actually sets his mug down before him, the situation slowly dawning onto him. “You’re actually being serious right now.” He mutters whilst Gojo tossed him an annoyed look, clearly unamused by how little faith his friend has in him. “Well, first things first, you actually need to get to know them better first before you actually ask them.”
“Yeah, well - I’m trying to work on that.” Gojo grumbles out quietly as he picked his fork back up, digging into the corner of his cake with a soft frown whilst Geto leans back into his seat with a thoughtful look. “But I didn’t even notice her until recently.” He sighs softly to himself as he examined his forkful of cake, a slight pout tugging on his lips. “I am sure Ieiri might help. But knowing her, that means I’ll owe her another debt that she will use against me.”
Geto, for once, actually feels some form of sympathy for Gojo. Whilst he grew up in a functioning household with loving parents, Gojo was brought up in a lonely world, where he was treated like a prized position to be paraded about. So Geto wasn’t shocked at how unsure the usually overconfident Gojo is when it comes to something as trivial as dating. “Well...you can bring her out for coffee like you’re doing with me.” He offered, to which Gojo just made a face at his statement. “Sorry buddy, I don’t swing that way.”
“You little piece of shit.” Geto grunted with a light scowl as he kicked Gojo hard underneath the table, his annoyance growing at the familiar grin that was tugging at the corners of Gojo’s lips; and also the fact that his foot was stop by the Limitless that Gojo had activated before Geto can kick. “I mean an actual cute date dumbass - bring her café hopping about Tokyo or something. Or one of those pet cafes - people love pet cafes.” Geto said with a tired sigh, picking up his mug to take a slow sip from his warm liquid whilst Gojo actually pauses for a moment at Geto’s words. “Wait, that’s not that bad of an idea.”
Geto just rolled his eyes at that, taking soft sips from his mug whilst he watches as Gojo start googling about a few cafes that he can bring her about. “You’re welcome.” Geto said with a tired sigh as he sets his mug down, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks over at Gojo. “Now figure out a way to get to know her better and see if she’s even interested in your annoying ass.” He stated simply, to which Gojo just grins as he pointed the end of his fork as Geto, having eating that bite of cake whilst he typing away on his phone. “Who wouldn’t be interested in me?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
The next time he had gotten a chance to bump into her was actually by complete accident.
Like usually, he had decided to slack off instead of doing his homework; so it was no surprise to find the young shaman cooped up in the library of the school with a variety of textbooks opened around him. To be honest, Gojo wouldn’t have done this essay if it wasn’t for the fact that it had a heavy weightage on his final grade, determining if he could graduate from high school.
Even with that threat overhead, he decided to drag it out until the very last day to start writing it. Geto was just annoyed at him, since Gojo is actually really smart - yet he enjoys slacking off. It was infuriating, and since Gojo had already annoyed him enough with his entire ‘crush’ situation, Geto had just told him to go to the library before promptly closing the door in his face.
So there Gojo was, long limbs stretched out all over the place as he twirls his pen between his fingers. He had the most bored expression on his face as he tilted his head back with a sigh, his eyes blinking up at the wooden ceiling. If he was being honest, he had actually finished half of his essay - until he grew bored and wanted a distraction. He was about to get up to go and grab a snack from the vending machines when he heard a pair of soft footsteps and a quiet voice calling out to him.
“Oh, hello there, Gojo-senpai.”
Gojo widen his eyes in shock as he suddenly sat up straight, almost dropping the pen he was twirling between his fingers as he snapped his eyes up at the girl that had plagued his thoughts day and night. The same smile gracing her lips as she curiously walked towards the messy desk, casting a glance over the many opened books and the half-written essay before him. “Am I disturbing your research?”
“N-No.” Gojo said, cringing a little at how awkward he sounded - it was so unnatural and so unlike him, and he hopes that she didn’t notice it. Fortunately she hadn’t picked up on the awkwardness that he was basically radiating as she smiles and nods, gesturing to the free seat opposite from his with her free hand. “Do you mind if I take a seat there? I don’t really like studying alone in the library, it can get really quiet and boring.”
Numbly Gojo nodded, feeling a light blush coating his cheeks when he saw the grateful smile she tossed over at him casually as she made her way to the seat. He snapped out of it when he saw her pulling her own textbook from her bag, quickly shifting his mess into a neat pile so she has more space to work. She thanked him quietly with a smile, settling down in the free seat opposite from his as she started to flip through her book. He pretended to return to his work as well, but in reality he was watching her through his lashes, admiring how she can make something as simple as reading look graceful.
There was no way he was going to be able to do work now.
Closing his eyes a little, he reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose, this action causing his signature rounded sunglasses to fall down the bridge a little more. He was about to push them back when he felt a pair of eyes on him, causing him to look over the rim of his glasses over at the girl before him. When she was caught staring she just smiles at him, causing Gojo’s now calmed cheeks to flare up once more. “You really do have pretty eyes, senpai.” The girl stated simply, tilting her head a little as she casted him another smile.
And once more, the simple act of a smile caused Gojo’s breath to hitch, his eyes widening even more as he watches how she just casually looked down at her textbook once more. If only she knew just how that one sentence had basically shot-circuited his brain - rendering him useless for a few seconds. Somehow though, he managed to slowly return to his senses and start on his essay, the sound of having someone else studying with him getting him into the groove of things. Without even knowing it, he wrote the last sentence of his essay; smiling victoriously as he picked the essay up and flipped through the sheets of writing. He gave them a quick scan, reading it briefly to make sure everything looks alright before he slipped his essay back into his folder.
He had started to pack his books up when he spotted the clear look of confusion that was splashed across the face of the girl opposite from him. For some reason she reminded him of a kitten, and for a brief moment he just wanted to reach over to gently squish her cheeks in his hands. Instead he gave into his smaller temptation; gently kicking her slipper clad foot with one of his own to grab her attention. “Need some help with that?”
The younger girl gave him an embarrassed smile as she nods, rubbing the back of her head softly as she glances back at her textbook. “I wouldn’t mind...it’s just - I’ve been reading over the same chapter for a few days now, but I just don’t understand anything.” She admitted with a tired sigh as she hangs her head a little, sporting what looks to be a soft pout of frustration that caused Gojo’s heart to skip a beat at how adorable she looked. Wordlessly Gojo got up, grabbing his seat from his end of the table as he made his way towards her.
Settling down beside her, he leaned closer to scan over the page of the textbook, a memory jostling in the back of his mind at the same lesson he took back in his first year. “Oh, I remember this. I can help you if you want.”
“Really?” The younger girl said with an curious look as she glanced back at the man seated beside her, Gojo widening his eyes when he realised just how close their faces were. He can feel her soft breath against his cheek, and what smelt like mint coming from parted lips. This caused him to blush as he hid his widened eyes behind his sunglasses, wondering how the hell was she not outwardly reacting at how close their faces were. “Y-Yeah. I mean, I’ve already finished my work...I don’t mind killing some free time helping you.”
The girl gave him a grateful smile before she rubs the back of her neck gently, feeling a soft flush appearing on her cheeks that caused Gojo to stare shamelessly. “Thank you, senpai. If you need anything from me after this, don’t hesitate to ask.” She offered shyly as she glances over at Gojo, who blinked before he decided to take his opportunity. “A-Actually, there is something you can help me with.” Gojo admitted after he took a deep breath to steel his resolve, but the tone of his voice was still far too shy for how the third year.
His words caused the girl beside him to cast him a curious glance
“Would you maybe...be interested on going on a date with me?” He asks her, biting his lip a little as he stared at her from behind his sunglasses. For a brief moment the girl just blinked at him before her face suddenly blossomed in a deep shade of red, her hands coming up to slap over her warm cheeks as she stared at him with wide eyes. “M-Me?”
A shy nod was given before Gojo awkwardly glances down at his lap as well, rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hand whilst the other rested on the desk before them; anxiously tapping against the wood. “Y-Yeah.” He mumbles in a soft voice, and for a few moments there was silence that caused Gojo’s heart to beat painfully against his chest.
Screw whoever says that facing a Special Grade Curse would be terrifying - Gojo feels like he might just die from the anxiety of asking someone out for something as simple as a date.
He was about to start babbling about some random reason as to why when he heard her shy answer. “I-I mean...I wouldn’t mind going out on a date with you...”
Cue short-circuited Gojo once more.
“O-Oh.” Gojo spluttered out with wide eyes, having not expected for her to agree so readily as she gave him a shy smile, her face still dusted in a light shade of red as she nodded her. Her answer caused him to smile, biting his lip a little to stop his face from splitting open in a huge grin as he tilts his head a little. “Does 5pm tomorrow sound alright for you?” He asks her quietly, to which she grins softly and nods her head, her action causing her hair to fall over her face in perfect waves; the action causing Gojo’s already poor heart to do another flip in his chest. “We can meet up at the front of the school.”
With a final nod and another shy smile shared between the two, both of them returned to the work that hand. However there was a certain atmosphere between the two; the slightly excitement that was clearly on their faces at the idea of their date tomorrow, the light bumping of shoulders as Gojo reaches over to point at something as he explained it to the girl quietly, soft comments that leads to soft giggles and the shy glances they both share. The soft smiles on their faces sealing the scene for anyone to walk past to know that there was definitely something brewing between the two
Who knew all it took was a simple complement to land them where they are today.
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falling in love with a single mom hcs
INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku
you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt
it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows
throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy
the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together
everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt
but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal
"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"
"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"
"visit me once in a while"
his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"
with a soft shake of your head, he sighed
he leaves in three days
the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him
but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages
at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed
he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him
you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again
so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels
"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing
turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"
"whose...?"
you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"
man, he looked like he was about to cry
he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby
"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff
the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks
he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks
he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined
"i didn't, i'm not married"
his eyes were wide as they looked at you
you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched
he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief
"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying
you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"
"what's her name?"
you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"
nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close
and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks
"then we can all go travel the world together"
he liked working at the museum, he really does
at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum
they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty
especially this one little boy with the frog hat
"what's this called?"
"it's a fossilized remain of--"
"how about this one?"
"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit
he just sighs
the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does
his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it
but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice
"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"
he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"
"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"
your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"
he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals
"a smart one, i like him"
your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima
and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat
and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open
it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two
he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary
"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion
of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"
tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"
and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life
you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring
he must've been tired
you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did
morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee
"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy
"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"
he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"
you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"
he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid
"he likes you a lot"
"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"
his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"
you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"
he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat
making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles
taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."
it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain
it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls
"uh... hi?"
big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder
"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him
however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."
"oh no no no no"
yaku's too tired for this
so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room
"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"
the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku
the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around
morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room
your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning
with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind
your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"
turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder
"oh my god"
the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"
your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked
"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"
yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"
he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk
"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red
you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"
with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?
the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter
he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips
with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo
he wanted to see you two again
briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life
"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"
the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night
as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives
of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku
"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?
of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you
"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"
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“Match?”🥴 p2 (NSFW)
Pairing: Eren x BlackFem!Reader
Part 1 3 4 5 6
Summary: Eren gets his first taste of a black girl in college and doesn’t know if he wants Historia anymore
Or
You sneaky link Eren to match and y’all fuck the shit outta each other
Note: I had writers block n it was fuckin up my whole flow so I’m pretty happy I got 4,428 words out this time round. I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 🌊💓
It was only two days later when Eren saw you again, in a cute little pink dress coming out of your dorm building and slipping into the passenger seat of his black Wrangler. The way your pretty brown eyes swept him up and down before you sat completely in the car and closed the door sent his heart racing and jumping in his chest. He saw you were carrying a pink mini handbag on your wrist, long pink nails clutching your white iphone and turning it on as you ducked your head to avoid looking at him as he pulled off towards his dorm building across campus
He breathed the sugary pink smell you oozed into the cool night air all around him, blonde hair swishing as you enjoyed the breeze that blasted in the window and pink glass slippers reflecting moonlight against the shiny black interior of his car like a disco ball. Eren smiled at her through the overhead mirror and vowed to get them home safe.
“You have the roll up?” Y’n asked him, reaching over and touching his thigh. Eren’s chest started pounding under her touch. His mind jumps back to two days ago, the view of that sweet pussy spreading when he pushed her legs back. Eren licked his lips, thinking of the other ways he wanted to spread you.
“Of course,” Eren says in his usual calm tone, glancing over at Y’n in the passenger's seat. “You dressed up pretty like that for me?”
Y/n smiled at Eren and looked out the window. “Maybe.”
The walk to his dorm room after he parks the car is calm. He opens the door for you and you feel his eyes penetrating your body. The calm energy Eren possessed was morphing into something monstrous, carnal and beautiful and Y/n could feel the lust that wafted off of Eren the closer they got to his dorm apartment. She felt her pussy pounding when she stepped into Eren’s space and he closed the door behind her.
Click.
Eren’s presence enveloped you, he took the phone and handbag off your hands and discarded it somewhere behind you. Eren takes your hand and raises it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on your sugary brown skin.
“Stay with me tonight?” His voice is craven with want for her. The way Eren holds onto her makes her think he’s scared she’ll disappear. He never showed you this part of him, the part of him that wants, wants desperately. “Just for tonight?” He whispers against her forehead when he pulls her into his body.
She looks up at Eren and meets his eyes, reaching up to take his face in her hand. “This isn’t right,” She breathes softly against Eren’s lips. “You have-”
Eren’s lips crash into her own, stifling the words that were about to fall from her glossy lips. “I want you,” He breaths against her lip, his usually placid eyes wet with desire.
Y/n feels as if she fits into him so perfectly and she kisses the front of his pullover, the pink lipgloss on your lips leaving a lip print on Eren’s white hoodie. “Just for tonight,” she whispers back, biting her lip while she snuggles into Eren’s chest.
Y/n falls back against Eren’s pillows, blonde hair splaying out everywhere and nothing covering her body except for the set of gold African waist beads around her waist and the glass slippers on her pretty feet. Eren shrugs off his hoodie and tosses it away before he kicks off his shoes and crawls on top of you. God you smell so fucking good, sweet like strawberries. He lazily drags those glass slippers off of your feet. Your slippers are on the floor while Eren litters your body with kisses everywhere he thought was pretty.
Eren held both of your feet together and he kissed the pads of each foot. “I’ve never smelled this on you before,” Eren admitted before he brushed a kiss over your right ankle.
“I just bought it,” Y/n sighs as Eren makes her pussy ache for him when he kisses her left ankle and runs his hands up her thighs, electricity sparking her skin where he had touched her. Eren pushes on the back of her knees, gently opening up her legs watching with awe as her pretty pussy spreads open for him again.
Eren plants a soft kiss on her pussy then breathes deeply through his nose, closing his eyes to savour her scent. “You smell so fucking good,” Eren sighs, squeeezing his fingers into the side of your thighs. Y/n softly moans for Eren to do it again and he kisses her again, gently sucking it a little bit this time. He’s looking at you now, half lidded eyes gazing into you as he pushes your legs back a little more and slowly licks his tongue over your little pink clit. Eren licks you again when a soft moan floats from your lips. He licks you again and again, each lick slow and loving. . Eren pulls you by your hips halfway off of the bed, your ass hangs over the edge of the bed so when he spreads that wet pussy he spreads those cheeks too.
Y/n doesn’t know what to do with herself, all she can do is watch as Eren laps up her pussy, swirling his tongue up and down her clit, Eren looks into her eyes as he takes her whole pussy into his mouth and licks her all over. He felt his dick throbbing in his pants when Y/n whimpers and shuts her eyes. Though she’s forced to open them again when Eren spreads her even more and nibbles on her ass cheek before he licks at her asshole. The way he swirled his tongue in her asshole, trying to taste her insides made Y/n’s heart jump in her chest. He wanted all of her and Y/n didn’t dare stop him.
Eren broadly licks from her cakehole to her clit before he starts sucking on it. The way Eren flicks his tongue against her clit as he sucks it makes Y/n’s eyes cross as heat lit up her insides. Eren closes his eyes and tongues out her clit, squeezing her fleshy thighs as he relishes in the taste and way you whine and whimper as he winds you up.
“Oooh, fuckkk,” Y/n hisses out as she cums into his mouth, her chest heaving. Eren licks her out as she cums and he doesn’t stop until she’s done, huffing and puffing as she stares at the ceiling. Eren crawls up her body, littering wet kisses until she’s tasting herself on his lips.
“Fuck me,” Y/n begs when Eren pulls back from the kiss, her pretty brown eyes pleading to him. “Fuck me, please, Eren.”
Eren smiles and kisses her lips again, a soft and gentle peck, “Didn’t you say you’d spend the night?”
Y/n thought Eren just wanted to fuck and sleep, she didn’t know he actually wanted her to spend the night with him. She feels butterflies in her tummy, she feels special when Eren tosses her his phone before he plops down in the swivel chair at his desk.
Y/n picks it up and turns it over in her hands, surprised to see it had 3 cameras on the back. “Why don’t you have a phone case?” She questions as she clicks it on to see his lock screen and a shameful feeling of relief spread inside of her when it wasn’t a picture of Historia.
Eren shrugs and ties his hair up into a messy bun with the hair band around his wrist. “Never got around to it,” He turns around to face his desk and opens the top drawer, pulling out the weed and roll up. “And order some Dominos, I’m kinda hungry.”
“Even though you just cleaned your plate?” Y/n giggles, getting up to look over Eren’s shoulder as he crushes up the weed. Eren laughs and it comes out as more of a snort.
“Who said I was done?” He looks up at Y/n when she touches his shoulder and she flashes him a cute little smile as she holds his phone up to his face to unlock it. When it unlocks and Y/n turns it towards herself, swiping at the screen Eren watches as her blonde hair falls into her face and she uses the tip of her long pink nail to tuck the strands back behind her ear.
His green eyes fall down to her body and she still hasn’t put her dress back on. The way her big breast rested on her chest, bouncing a little whenever she shifted her stance hypnotized Eren. He stopped crushing the weed, eyes trailing down her belly and gulping at the way her waist beads hung around her, dipping a little under her tummy. The way her skin faded into a darker brown the closer his eyes got to her pretty pussy sent thrills over Eren’s skin.
Y/n felt him staring and she blushed, shying away from his gaze. “Aren’t you supposed to be rolling up?” She covered her breast, turning to walk back over to the bed. Eren lets out a breath, eyes on the way her ass jiggles as she walks away from him. Only when she sits down on the bed, tucking a foot under her and focusing on his phone again does eren go back to rolling the weed. They sit in silence for a minute before she starts questioning him about the Dominos.
“Do you wanna get wings?”
“No, I want pizza.”
“Well, I want wings so I’m getting buffalo wings.”
“Okay, can you get pizza too?”
“Yeah, fasho.”
Eren laughs at that before he brings the paper filled with weed to his mouth and starts rolling it, licking the glue tab as he folds the paper in on itself.
“What kinda wings are you getting?”
“Buffalo.” Y/n chirps, scrolling through sauce options. She wonders if Eren’s gonna make her go half on the food, shrugging off the thought cause she had a few dollars on cash app.
“You like spicy food?”
“Yeah, duh.” Y/n makes a funny face, flipping her blonde hair back over her shoulder. “What toppings for the pizza?”
“Ranch,” Eren licks the last of the paper, sealing the weed inside. “And grilled chicken.”
Y/n laughs, “It’s the grilled chicken for me.”
Eren rolls his eyes and starts putting more weed into another rolling paper. “You watch too much tik tok.” He made quick work of rolling the weed in and dusted his hands when he was done.
“You’re just uncultured,” Y/n playfully hisses as she gets up to get her phone. “What’s your cashapp? It’s forty with delivery, I’ll match twenty.”
Eren lights the first blunt, taking multiple pulls from it to get it burning then he offers it to her, “It’s cool, my treat.” He exhaled thick white smoke, eyes on her as he licked his lips.
Y/n blushed a bit, and handed Eren his phone before carefully taking the blunt from him. “Sweet,” she said before smoking. Eren had a hard time meeting her eyes as she stood there naked, smoking with her sinful body in his face. He barely even knew her, but the way her presence calmed him felt as if he’d known her for a lifetime.
Eren reached out and took the blunt from her, eyes trailing up to her chest and face as he took a long pull. Y/n locked eyes with Eren as the smoke came out his nose in smoky tendrils and he smirked at her a little, that stupid dimple lighting up cheek. She rolled her eyes, her fluffy mink lashes dusting her cheeks before she opened her pretty brown eyes again and Eren says “You’re really pretty,” He takes a pull “I’ve never seen anybody like you before,”
Y/n makes a face at Eren “You’ve never seen a peng black girl before?” She reaches out and takes the blunt from his fingertips and smokes, ignoring Eren’s confused expression. “On this campus, bro?”
Eren laughs at that and offers her a shrug, leaning back in his seat. “I’m in my own world half of the time.”
Y/n shakes her head and glances around his bedroom as she takes a long pull, parting her juicy lips to let the smoke out before she popped some slick shit “Chasing all them blonde bitches up at that frat house,”
Eren snorts and tilts his head to the side. “So what does that make you?” He questions, snickering when she pulled her blonde hair over her shoulder, running her fingers through the strands.
“Don’t be tryna play me, I’ll take this shit off and be a redhead tomorrow,”Y/n pointed her long pink nail in his face, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Play with ya momma, hoe don’t play with me.”
It was Eren’s turn to roll his eyes now as he reached out and pulled her finger down to look at her nail. Y/n watched as he turned her finger sideways, watching the little pink diamonds on her pink french tips glimmer. “Come here,” Eren says softly as his hand trails up to her wrist, gently tugging her towards him. Y/n came closer and Eren was touching her waist now, guiding her onto his lap. Only when Y/n settles on his lap, either leg hanging off the sides of the chair does Eren take the blunt from her and smoke. Y/n’s eyes are low and she’s watching as he inhales and she brings her mouth to his as he exhales. Eren’s smug look is all it takes for her to bury her face in his neck, giggles erupting from her lips.
“Let’s do it again,” his voice sends a shock into her middle that makes her purr and she’s up, licking her lips as she watches him take another pull. Eren holds it in her for her as she moves in, gently pressing her parted lips against his own and closing her eyes as he breathes the smoke into her mouth. He kissed her before she could let it out and it comes through her nose when she sighs into the kiss. It made her soul smile when Eren started massaging her ass with his free hand, running it over her cheeks and delving his fingers between them to squeeze her flesh.
The blunt burned and ashed on the floor as y’all kissed. Eren tasted like weed and you were sure you tasted like weed too but that didn’t stop Eren from swirling his tongue around your mouth and biting your lip when you tried to pull back for air. He swallowed up that moan as he tongued you down and the heat in your body grew as you sucked on Eren’s tongue. The trail of saliva that linked you two together when Y/n pulled back disappeared when she opened her eyes to meet his own.
Her front tingled and it ached so bad she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing it on Eren’s front. He sucked in a breath as he took the pretty girl on his lap in, fingers kneading and spreading her ass cheeks so he could feel the warmth of her pussy. The way Y/n lifted off of his lap and busted that shit open like a good girl made Eren kiss her nipple and whisper a soft “Yeah, just like that pretty girl,” against her breast.
Eren pushes down his pants and guides Y/n’s hips down, her warm wet pussy easily eating his dick up as she sinks back onto Eren’s lap. They both sigh when he’s pressing into her cervix and it hurts but the way Eren’s still massaging her ass and kissing her chest makes her feel strong. She whines her hips and a soft moan falls from her lips as she grinds on him, feeling him hurt in her softest spot. Eren bites her breast and squeezes her ass, pushing her down harder and her legs tremble a bit.
“Sexy little bitch,” Eren breathes as he coaxes you up and down, rocking his hips up into your aching pussy. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl.”
All Y/n can do is utter a hopeless “You too,” before she starts rocking on Eren’s dick, her pussy drooling and greedily gripping him everytime she strokes him. Eren’s smoking again as she rides that dick, breast bouncing and eyes watering when he hit her soft spot.
“Get wild on this dick,” Eren’s encouragements don’t come out cocky how he intends them to be instead they are breathy one worded huffs everytime she drops that pussy in his lap, fucking Eren for all he was worth.
Y/n’s pink pussy deliciously stains Eren’s dick and she’s still bouncing that ass on him, her pussy squishing with delight when he stabs her womb. Y/n felt as if she could fuck on this nigga forever everytime her belly cramped and pussy fluttered around his tall dick. She popped that pussy and dropped it in his lap until Eren’s digging his nails into her skin and she’s crying from how good it hurts. The low groan Eren seethes out when he bucks up into your sweet pussy has you purring for more as his hot cum soaks your sensitive insides.
His dick doesn’t go limp so Y/n enjoys herself a little more, bubbling her ass she gently rocks on it wanting more from Eren. He’s breathing hard, nervously laughing at the fire searing his spine as she milks him some more.
“God, you’re such a nasty bitchhh,” Eren groaned, hand trailing from your ass, feeling your waist and tummy before harshly grasping your breast. The pressure was too much, y/n started bouncing on that dick again making his breathing hitch. The look on Eren’s face is priceless as Y/n put that pussy on him and she can’t help but feel proud that she was thoroughly pussy whipping Eren fuckin Jaeger. The way that boy looked up at her as he sucked her nipples, moaning around her soft peaks? His hand melting into your ass? Him rocking up into your soft spot when you threw that pussy down? It was the him for you, okay?
Y/n’s body shook in Eren’s lap as she gave it up for him, pussy fluttering and creaming on his dick. Eren pressed inside of her, grinding soft whines out of her lips as she rode out her orgasm. “Thank you so much for giving me this dick,” She sighs out as she kisses the top of his head, collapsing against him. They’re both breathing hard for a moment, parts throbbing and hearts pounding in the afterglow and Eren holds her, gently stroking her skin with his thumb as he admires her. Fuck, she was just so bad and Eren didn’t even know how he bagged such a pretty bitch like her- like where the fuck did she come from?
Eren sighs into her chest and keeps sucking her nipple, closing his eyes as he starts grinding into her pussy again, groaning when she clenches her pussy around him and gasps, dragging her pussy up his dick. “B-Baby wait, fuck, that hurts.” Y/n’s hands push on his belly and Eren reluctantly stops, low eyes roaming all over her pretty face and yummy brown tits as he throbs in her wet warmth.
“You wanna take a break?” Eren’s voice is gentle as he meets your eyes, his fingers rubbing a rhythm from the small of your back to your crack and Y/n’s putty in his hands when she sighs and nods her head, closing her eyes. “It hurts?” He questions as he drops the blunt on the floor and shifts lower in his seat, both hands massaging your ass and pulling your cheeks apart to spread your sore pussy on his dick. Y/n hums a small “Mhm,” nuzzling into Eren’s hair.
“What do you mean?” Eren coos as he thrusts up into your pussy with a sick squelch, ripping a scream from Y/n’s lips. She tries to run but Eren’s gripping her cheeks and spreading that pussy as he whines out her belly and she forgets how to breath. “C’mere, take this dick.” Eren gives her spread pussy slow loving strokes, cooing at the way she whimpers every time her pussy squelches around his dick.
When Y/n remembers how to breath she clenches her pussy around him, trying to stop him from going so deep and Eren digs his nails into her ass, yanking that pussy up his dick before slapping her ass. “Don’t make me have to chase that pussy,” He breathes into your chest as he spreads that pussy again and starts stroking it out, making her scream. “Bust it open pretty girl, just like that.”
“Ooh, it hurts baby, please!” Y/n begs, gripping his shoulders as Eren manhandles her ass and fucks her pussy out with no remorse. Her pleas fall on deaf ears and Eren only grips her tighter when he starts to drill her, balls slapping up against her ass as her tongue falls out of her mouth and her eyes roll back. God, it hurt so fucking good! Y/n didn’t dare clench her pussy up again, letting him tear her little hole to shreds like a good girl.
“You wanna take a break?” Eren’s stroking the hell out of that pussy, making her cream up and down his dick. She sobbed a pathetic “Y-Yes!” and he rams against her soft spot, pushing her pussy down on his dick until she tries to run away. “Cum for me again, nasty bitch.” Eren starts drilling that pussy again and kisses her breast when she cries out. “Shut up, you know you love this shit.” He bites on her breast before he starts sucking, giving her a wicked red hickey.
Y/n couldn’t remember when she started bouncing that ass in Eren’s hands and pushing her pussy out so he could tear it up. Eren adores the senseless babbles your spewing as he milks your sweet pussy, cooing how she was such a good girl when she pushes it out again after clenching her pussy up when he digs her out. Y/n feels as if she was on fire when she clenches up one last time and she cries out as the ringing of Eren’s phone drowns out the sound of her squirting on his dick, soaking the chair under them.
“Fuck, all this for me?” Eren chuckles as slaps her soft ass, rocking her frame against his own before he reaches for his phone. Y/n sighed and buried her face in his neck, shutting her eyes as she listens to Eren answer the phone with a short “Yo.”. He’s rubbing the small of her back as he listens then says a short “Okay, i’m coming.” before hanging up.
“Is the food here?” Y/n’s exhausted voice questions as she snuggles up to him more.
“Yeah,” Eren answers as he moves to shift Y/n off of his lap and she doesn’t budge. He rubs patient circles into her side and kisses her head. “I have to go get it,” He adds with a little laugh.
Girl we couldn’t even feel our pussy right now, there was no way in hell Y/n could feel her legs and she was scared to even try. Eren seemed to know the situation or he was getting impatient but Y/n was so thankful when he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close as he stood, her legs uselessly dragging on the floor as he carried her to the bed. Y/n felt so tired when she flopped on the bed and spread her arms, getting comfortable in the plush bedding.
Twenty minutes later they’re naked eating chicken and pizza in the kitchen. Y/n still hadn’t put her dress back on so Eren takes off his clothes again so she wouldn’t feel awkward. The way Y/n sucks the chicken off of those bones makes Eren get new ideas for later and she doesn’t even know he’s plotting with the way he nonchalantly eats his pizza.
With their bellies full Eren runs them a shower and Y/n lets him wash her with his loofah and body wash. She purred at the big dick energy Eren oozed when she saw the bodywash was almond castile soap, not a bum ass 3 in 1. Eren got on his knees stopping to press a small kiss to Y/n’s front before he started washing her lower body. She blushes at how gently he cleans her front, knowing to use his fingers and not the loofah, taking great care to not get soap inside. Y/n silently curses herself when she randomly wonders if he’s done this for Historia before, ‘Duhhh bitch that’s his girlfriend!’
He was being so gentle with her, letting her hold onto his shoulders as he lifted her foot off the floor to run the loofah around her foot and over her white toenails. He takes his time with her other foot before he motions for her to turn around and he starts soaping up her ass. When he’s done she rinses off and takes the loofah from him, rinsing it out before pouring more body wash on it and soaping it up in her hands. “My turn,” Y/n hums, smiling at Eren as she comes in close to scrub his chest with the soapy loofah.
When Eren crawls into bed later that night and wraps his strong arms around her Y/n’s soul smiles for the second time that night and she melts into him. Her hair smells sweet and she feels soft as he falls asleep with her. They wake up late in the afternoon and Y/n’s late to class but Eren doesn’t wanna let her go, so she promises.
“We’ll match again,” She strokes Eren’s face, thumb trailing over his bottom lip. “I’ll bring the weed this time too.”
Eren has no intention of letting her leave when he mumbles what sounded like a sleepy “Okay,” before he pushes his face into her breast and squeeze his arms around her tighter, falling asleep again.
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Pairing: JJK x reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: smut, fluff, tiny hint of angst
Word count: ~8k
Summary: Save a drum, bang a drummer.
Warnings: one tasteful semi-nude sext, brief flashback of male masturbation, discussions about conception, an unholy amount of nipple play, blowjob, fingering, pussy slapping with a dick (but like, romantically), unprotected sex within an established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie
A/N: This is my first attempt at creative writing… ever. Borne from my horny imagination and a thirst dream, this piece is an epilogue of sorts. S/o to @jinpanman and @wwilloww for being the wind beneath my wings and the floaties around my arms. Also, big thanks to Willow who made the banner <3
There are two things you know are happening tonight. One: Beyond the Scene is out celebrating the completion of their newest EP. Two: your husband, the drummer of Beyond, is going to come home, high off the adrenaline of a successful night, and fuck you into oblivion. Your period tracking app that you both have been studiously monitoring over the last few months has notified you that you were going to be ovulating over the next couple of days.
You slip into one of Jungkook’s oversized cut-off tanks and a pair of crotchless black lace panties that you know he likes. Checking in the mirror, you see a generous view of side-boob due to the cut of his shirt and you turn around and decide to forgo bottoms entirely—they’ll be discarded soon anyways. Your husband may be out with the boys tonight, but you’re determined to wait up for him. It’s not that late after all. You roll over, pulling a bottle of lube from the nightstand and set it out for later.
Lying in your shared bed, you check your phone again, reading the last messages you sent to each other.
[9:51pm] Jungkook-ah: i’ll be home late babe. dont wait up. love you.
[9:54pm] You: … but i’m ovulating today. I want you.
You haven’t heard from him since. Tapping to the camera icon on your phone, you decide to send a little more encouragement. You quickly snap a photo of your torso covered in his shirt, making sure to give a tasteful glimpse of your ensemble.
[11:39pm] Jungkook-ah: fcuk. dont temnt meee idk when ill b home
You sigh. He's definitely drunk which means that even if he did come home soon, he’d be too wasted to finish the job, more likely to fall asleep seconds after washing up. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you roll to Jungkook’s side of the bed. Breathing in his clean, slightly sweet scent, you let it comfort you as your eyes close. Your mind drifts off to the first time you ever saw Jungkook as a man.
Sprawled out on a twin sized bed, there was barely enough space for the two of you. Propped against the headboard and wearing nothing but a smile, he laced his fingers behind his head and cockily encouraged you to take pictures. “They’ll last longer,” he had said. Cheeky brat. You had instructed him to pleasure himself as you watched. “Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself, Koo” to which he replied, “You in my clothes with nothing on underneath”. He had whined, panting and desperate to hold off his climax with the hopes that he might get to feel you wrapped around him.
You made him promise that night would be a one off; an itch scratched. And above all, he wasn’t to speak of that night to anyone, especially his sister- your best friend. At the time, an emotional relationship was not something you were ready to pursue. And certainly not with someone so intimately linked to your inner circle. So when it happened again, and then again, you proposed an easy benefits-only relationship to which he quietly accepted. You didn’t know he had been secretly yearning for something you could not yet give him. Despite trying to push him and your emotions away, Jungkook persisted, and with time and patience, you let him into your heart and let him show you the meaning of true love.
With a love-sick smile plastered on your face, you drift off to sleep, plans for tonight all but forgotten.
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Eyes still closed and hanging on to the quickly fading wisps of your dreams, you unconsciously feel around the sheets for your husband. When your hands come across nothing but layers of bedsheet and blankets and the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s body heat, you roll over seeking the comfort of his embrace.
Sitting up, you see that he must’ve moved you during the night towards your side of the bed before climbing in behind you. Realizing you’re still in his shirt and the sexy panties from last night, you huff out a groan of annoyance.
You get out of bed and make the short trek to your bathroom to wash up. Jungkook never missed an opportunity to “practice” baby making. The thought that he was avoiding a session in the sheets with you makes you press the bristles harshly against your teeth.
Upon returning to your bedroom, you see that at some point Jungkook had plugged your phone in to charge. You open up your app and double check that you’re still within short the ovulation window.
The shuffling of slippers alerts you to your husband elsewhere in your shared apartment. As you leave in search of him, you notice he had put the bottle of lube away.
Padding out towards the kitchen, you can hear the tinkling of dishware and cutlery. The smell of toast floats through the air as you spot Jungkook at the counter pouring his cereal into a bowl of milk. Endearing. You smile, remembering he once reasoned that adding cereal to milk ensures you won’t be left with any soggy bits.
Coming up behind him, he startles a little with your quiet arrival. You wrap your arms around his middle, pressing a light kiss between his shoulder blades, and nuzzling your face against the wide expanse of his back.
“I missed you last night, baby,” you coo.
Turning in your embrace, Jungkook wraps one arm around your shoulders and uses a pointer finger to gently tilt your head, aligning your mouth to his. He leans down to give you a sweet, chaste kiss in greeting before pulling away.
“I’m sorry I was out late. But I’ll make it up to you ok?”
“How about you make it up to me right now?” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, stepping back from his grasp.
His eyes rake up and down your figure, pausing to take in the long expanse of skin showing from under his cut-off tank. You turn your torso slightly, lifting your arms up overhead to smooth back your bed head, allowing him a generous view of your tits through the large armholes. You smirk to yourself knowing this simple outfit is one of his favorites on you.
“- oh, fuck,” Jungkook breathes, feeling the beginnings of desire stir in his sleep pants.
“I was so ready for you last night,” you continue, planting your hands behind you on the kitchen counter opposite of Jungkook. With a hop, you sit yourself upon the cold hard surface and try not to cringe at the sudden change of temperature on your bare rump.
You beckon towards your husband with a crook of your finger.
“I even wore one of your favorites,” you purr. Slowly trailing a hand towards your hip you pull the hem of your—well, his—shirt up, exposing some of the black lace panties you had worn.
Jaw clenched and brow furrowed. You enjoy Jungkook’s rapt attention.
“Come closer” you plead.
When he shows no sign of approaching, you lean back onto your elbows and prop one foot onto the countertop. Parting your legs, you smile victoriously when Jungkook’s eyes drop immediately to your exposed core. Thank goodness for crotchless panties.
His throat constricts at the sight of your pussy, framed in black lace, and bared lewdly for him.
“Fuck,” he growls lowley. You watch his throat bob again swallowing down a moan. He looks from your eyes, to your lips, and down between your thighs. Cock hardening, his desire rises hot and heady at the sight of you glistening before him.
Seeing him grow in the unforgiving fabric of his grey sweatpants, you grin at his visceral reaction. “You know I’m ovulating, right?” You bring your other foot up onto the counter further spreading yourself out for him. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up with your cum.” A little dirty talk was nearly always enough encouragement to get your husband started.
Doe eyes wide, he is torn between his carnal desires to ravish you on the countertop and his mounting emotional distress.
When your husband doesn’t immediately react to your proposition, you know something is wrong. You hop off the counter and come to wrap around him. Jungkook has always been a shy boy, and as he got older, grew into a reserved man. He had a small social circle, knowing first hand that some people had no qualms with using him for his services. He was the golden boy. Jungkook was good at things and always has been- drums, sports, computers, video games, writing music, singing, sex. Many people sought to use him and had gotten away with it. And at first, he was eager to please; to prove himself worthy of the attention. But it wasn’t long before he grew cautious and began to keep a selective few close, including you.
You've always seen him. And you see him now, eyes tight with emotion he's been holding back from you. He hasn't done that in years.
Your arousal from earlier has all but dried up, evaporated with the sense that something important is weighing on Jungkook.
"Do you need me to listen or find a solution?" you ask him.
"Listen" he replies softly.
You take his hand, leading him towards the couch. Sitting down, you part your legs pulling his back to your front. You wrap all four limbs around him and lay back to let his weight press the both of you into the cushions. His hands immediately go to stroke along the soft skin of your shins. You tuck your face into his nape, ghosting soft kisses along the skin available to you. Holding him against you, you feel Jungkook slowly melt, head leaning back against your shoulder. You know he’ll speak when he's ready.
“I just… Lately I’ve been feeling like you only want a specific part of me,” says Jungkook quietly. His hands go to tuck back some of his hair behind his ears- a nervous tell he's never been able to kick. "And I guess it kind of reminded me of the time from before we officially got together, ya know?"
You feel your heart crumble in your chest at his admission. At that time, you weren’t ready for what Jungkook wanted to give you, convinced that the age gap and BTS’s rising fame would ultimately lead to disaster. Thus you had pushed for a purely physical relationship. He had agreed mistakenly believing that having your body, but not your mind or heart, was better than not having you at all. He hoped that time and love would help you change your mind. Luckily for both of you, it did.
You want to say something to comfort him, but you remember he asked you to listen. You stay quiet, giving him a safe space to speak.
"And I know we're trying for a baby, but lately there's no intimacy when you make love to me. It's like once I finish, it's over and you push me away to lay with your legs up against the wall."
You feel his ribs expand as he takes a deep breath, and then another. In, then out.
"You know how important aftercare is to me," he continues. You do know. Jungkook is a romantic; being held and praised for a job well done has always been just as important as the actual act of sex for him. "And if you're just trying to fuck me, I don't know if I want it."
There's a few moments of pause.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t want to have sex?” you ask softly.
Jungkook’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “No! I mean- I want it, trust me, I want you. But the last few times, it felt like you just fucked me until I came.” Jungkook goans. “You didn’t even finish. Makes me feel like a bad lover."
You cringe remembering that the last time you had been intimate with your husband, you straddled him and then rode him fast and hard until he spilled his seed inside you. The whole ordeal lasted 3 minutes tops, and then you were rolling off him onto your back leaving him to clean up on his own.
Sensing he was finished, you start to apologize. “I had no idea you felt that way,” you start. “I never meant for you to feel that way. I’m sorry.”
“I just- I love you so much, and I would give anything to make you happy,” he says quietly. His hands continue to absentmindedly traverse the length of your legs.
Your hold around him tightens, a silent I love you.
“What do you wanna do today, baby? Today’s all about you,” you promise. You’re ready to give your husband the attention he craves.
“Anything?” Jungkook asks, craning his head back to meet your gaze.
“Mhmm.”
Jungkook smiles, pleased with your enthusiasm.
“I promise you I’ll give you a creampie, but can we please just play super smash bros first?”
Seeing the child-like wonder in your husband’s eyes, you can’t help but chuckle at him. Jungkook has always been easy to please and competitive to a fault.
“Sure, Kook-ah. Maybe I’ll even let you beat me” you joke, fingers digging into his ribs causing him to laugh and squirm from your grasp.
Jungkook unwinds your legs from around his waist to set up the gaming console.
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After several rounds of super smash bros, Jungkook has other ideas in his mind. Pulling you onto his lap, you’re forced to part your legs to straddle him. He fingers along the hem of your shirt pulling up the backside to expose your bare ass.
“Ah, you wore these for me?” he asks, hand rubbing circles along your quickly heating flesh.
“Depends. Are you ready to take them off me?” you retort with a wink.
Giggling, Jungkook lunges for you, wrapping his strong arms around you and burying his head into your neck. You feel the gentle pressure of his lips suckling and tilt your head further back to grant him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck.
He laps against your throat, making you moan out in satisfaction. Your arousal starts to leak onto Jungkook’s grey sweats as you absentmindedly grind your bare cunt against the stiffness growing there.
“Mmm, fuck. Let’s go” you pant, urgently tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder.
Walking into the bedroom, Jungkook slowly lowers you down to the ground, letting your front drag along his, your soft curves trailing along the firm planes of his chest. The moment your feet touch down, you gently press a hand against his chest- right over his thrumming heart- and encourage him to sit at the edge of your bed. His eyes gaze lovingly up into yours, a small smile hanging on his lips, waiting for your instruction.
You tug at the hem of his shirt. “Can you take this off, baby?”
Jungkook eagerly nods, licking his lips in anticipation. He reaches back, hooking his fingers into the neckline of his collar and pulling his stupidly oversized shirt over his head in one swift motion. For a second, he lets you admire his body. He works hard to achieve his physique and enjoys knowing you’re your attraction towards him has never waned.
You swallow down a groan as your eyes trail from his chest, dusky nipples pebbled with arousal, down his abdominals, towards the bulge in his sweats. Your husband is a beautiful man, inside and out, and he is all yours. Tonight and forever.
Climbing into his lap, you straddle him and cup his face between your hands. Jungkook needs emotional intimacy, and you’re prepared to deliver.
You kiss his forehead. “I love the way you think. You’re quiet, but so clever, and I wish more people could see how your brain works. You’re considerate of other people and so fucking humble, qualities I really admire about you.”
Moving down to his eyes, you place twin kisses over his closed eyelids. “I love the way you see the world. When I’m tired, you remind me that there is so much beauty in the mundane, and I’m so lucky to see it all by your side.”
You reach down for his hands and press your lips along the knuckles of both his hands. “I love the life you’ve helped build for and with me. People always say you’re good at everything, but they don’t see how hard you work to earn it. I respect you so much for that.” You play with his fingers- somehow long and delicate, but strong at the same time- and lace them together.
“I love your nose,” you continue, pecking the tip.
“But-”
“No interruptions, Jungkook” you hold up a hand, effectively cutting him off. “I know you’ve always thought it was a little too big and round when we were younger, but it shows how much you’ve grown into yourself over the years. You are so sexy- both on the stage and off.”
You pull back in time to see him fighting down a shy smile at your praise. “Besides, a man should have a big nose,” you wink. Unable to hide his toothy smile or blushing cheeks, you continue.
“I love these cheeks,” you say, planting sloppy kisses over his face. “When you smile - a real, genuine smile- your whole face lights up. I hope our children inherit that.”
You plant more against the beauty marks on the bridge of his nose and under his lip, on the faint scar high on his cheek. “So beautiful,” you murmur against his skin.
“These are my favorite lips. You were the first man that I believed when you told me you loved me.” You press your lips against his, kissing him gently. Tilting your head for a better angle, you press forward more ardently, and part your lips further to slide your tongue against his.
When you pull back, Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, face craning forward to chase your kiss. You card your fingers through his hair and push him back enough to look into his eyes again.
Your lips continue their loving path down his face, nipping along his sharp jawline and down his neck, paying special attention to his sensitive pulse point. Jungkook whimpers in appreciation encouraging you to work color into his skin.
“Most of all, I love your heart.” Your arms wrap around his torso, hands caressing up and down his back as your head tips down to press your mouth against his chest, just left of center. “You are patient and kind and romantic. You show me every day what true love means, and I am forever grateful for that. You have all of me, and you always will. And tonight, I want to make you feel good because I love every part of you. Even the parts you don’t particularly like yourself.”
You continue to leave wet kisses along his clavicles and throat making him moan quietly.
“Lay back for me, baby” you say, and he allows you to push him onto his back.
Your body follows him down prone on the bed, allowing your comforting weight to settle atop him and press him into the sheets. Linking your hands, you bring them up to rest by his head. You reconnect and kiss him senseless, lips and tongues moving seamlessly in a dance well practiced over the years. You continue until he’s whining, until you feel him thickening further in his pants.
Lips descending downwards, you continue a fiery trail along his jawline, hands caressing his neck and chest to maximize his pleasure. Evidence of your love blooms down his neck as you continue a path towards his chest. Perched on his lap, you grind against him as you take a nipple between your lips and begin to suck.
“A-ahh fuck”, Jungkook pants as your lips wrap more securely around his pebbled bud, tongue flicking against him. Your other hand rakes along his other pectoral, thumb catching along its twin and you rub circles over him with your thumb. His cock, which had begun to throb when you love bombed him, is now fattening with arousal.
You trail your lips across his chest making sure to provide equal attention to his sensitive buds. Dusky and shining with your saliva, you continue down his abs, licking the contours of his hard earned muscles. Jungkook continues to quietly moan at the sensation of your soft, warm mouth slowly moving south along his body.
Sitting up a bit from his supine figure, you tug down at the band of his sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” you ask, slipping your fingertips into the waistline of his bottoms. He nods his consent and you push them down as he lifts his hips up, effectively removing Jungkook’s remaining piece of clothing.
As you move to stand from his lap, he immediately sits up as if pained by any distance between your bodies. You give him one last, sweet kiss on the mouth before settling down on your knees between his spread legs. His cock, perfectly framed between powerful thighs, is hardening rapidly and attempting to defy gravity as it bobs in the space between your bodies. Licking your lips at the sight of his leaking length, you settle on the floor and reach for his base.
“Hold on” he says, stopping you to reach across the bed and pulling his pillow from under the covers offering it to you for comfort. Your heart swells at his consideration and you accept it gratefully. You place it under your knees for an added cushion and make yourself comfortable on the ground.
Maintaining eye contact you run your hands up and down his thick thighs letting your fingernails lightly scratch along the sensitive skin there. Each pass brings you closer and closer to his cock, subtly twitching in eagerness to feel you wrapped around him. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you wrap a hand around his base and feel him harden fully in your grasp. Bringing your lips down to his weeping tip, you run your tongue up and down his slit, then slowly in a circle around the engorged head leaving a ring of precum and saliva in your wake.
“F-uuuck” Jungkook keens as you continue to tease him with your tongue. “Please. More, please.”
Your lips immediately close around him, surrounding his throbbing cock with the wet heat of your mouth and begin to suck tasting his musky flavor. Popping off, you run your tongue up and down to spread moisture along his shaft; your hand will have to cover what your throat cannot take. He is not profoundly large, but he is more than thick and long enough to satisfy you.
Unable to mask his desire, Jungkook pants as your mouth works up and down his rigid length. You take him as deep as you can tolerate, gagging lightly when you feel him slide down the back of your throat with each pass. The hand not grasping his base is rubbing soothing circles along his hip and inner thigh, amplifying his pleasure.
“Mmm yeah, you’re doing so g-good,” he groans as you continue bobbing, hand furiously pumping whatever won’t fit in your mouth. He weaves his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper into the depths of your throat. Eyes starting to water, his other hand wipes at the tears in your lash line as you continue to enthusiastically blow him.
Jungkook’s volume steadily increases along with the pace of your mouth and hand as you work over his cock. You continue to suck him off sending white hot pleasure through his veins. “Oh shit- shit.” Jungkook stops you as his impending orgasm begins to crest. “You need to stop, or I’ll cum” he breathes out. Though your mouth is no longer on him, your hand continues to slowly jerk him off.
“Aren’t you ovulating?” he tries to confirm with you. “I need to put it in you,” he insists, teeth clenching together as your hand glides up and down the full length of his dick twisting your wrist with each upstroke.
“Tonight is all about you - about us,” you shake your head. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?” you ask as your other hand travels from his hip to cup and gently fondle his balls.
He whimpers in pleasure as you continue to stroke him.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth tonight, baby?” you purr. No longer able to formulate a coherent sentence, he nods his head aggressively.
“Good boy,” you tease with a smirk. Your mouth returns to his cock and joins the hand pumping his shaft. Years of learning each other’s bodies has taught you the tell tale signs of your husband’s orgasms and you can tell he’s close. Very close.
Hollowing out your cheeks, you apply the suction you know he has never been able to resist. You’re determined to suck his soul from his body, gripping him firmly as you furiously work his throbbing length exactly the way you know he likes. Your mouth focuses on his mushroomed head, lips sealed around the tip and tongue lapping against the sensitive frenulum.
Jungkook desperately tries to stave off his release to linger in the wet heat of your mouth. It’s been a while since he’s allowed himself to finish down your throat and he wants to savor it. “Ah, I’m so mad that you’re so good at this” he groans, earning a muted giggle from you. Stuffed full of cock, the vibration sends a thrill up his spine.
You know Jungkook’s cumming before he can warn you. It starts with a subtle lifting of his balls as they prepare to empty into your eager mouth. Eyes squeezed shut and moaning wantonly, he chants your name over and over as he begins to orgasm. You continue your determined ministrations as his shaft pulses in your grasp.
“Hmmmph- ahh, fuck yes! Oh fuck, so good,” Jungkook whimpers as ribbons of cum burst across your tongue and hit the back of your throat. You quickly swallow his load as he erupts into your mouth. You continue stroking and sucking Jungkook through his high, helping him ride it out until he gently pushes you away when he feels the burn of overstimulation.
“Good?” you smile up at him and let go of his wilting length to lick at a stray bit of cum from your thumb. You wipe off the remaining spit on your shirt.
“Amazing,” he replies, smiling dazedly down at you.
You allow him to pull you from the ground up onto the bed with him, laughing when your knees pop loudly in the quiet of the room as you stand up. Giggling, you curl up against his side listening as his heart rate evens out to a steady rhythm. You can't be bothered to care that his skin is tacky with a light sheen of sweat.
You lay against Jungkook for a few minutes as he basks in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. He pulls you tighter against him, tipping his head down to kiss you for a blow job-well-done. Tasting the residual flavor of his cum, he groans against your mouth, enjoying your combined essences.
Jungkook rolls you onto your back, continuing to kiss you with fervor. The sound of lips and tongues clashing fill the room as the two of you enjoy the simple intimacy of being together. Reaching down, Jungkook spreads your legs apart to make room for him to lay comfortably between your thighs.
“W-what,” you’re breathless as his lips leave your mouth and travel down your jaw.
“Mmm,” he mumbles against your skin. “It’s your turn now.” He nibbles along your sensitive neck, goosebumps rising with his light touch.
You run your fingertips up and down his back, scratching along the peaks and valleys of his spine. Leaning his weight into one arm, he uses the other to push up the hem of your shirt, ghosting a hand under to cup a breast. He palms greedily at the flesh as he continues to kiss you passionately.
“I wanna see you,” says Jungkook. “Can I take this off?” he gestures at his cut-off tank you’re still wearing.
Criss crossing your arms and pulling up by its hem, you bare your chest to Jungkook’s eager eyes. His gaze drops down to admire the bouncing of your tits as you wiggle out of your top. Propping up on his elbows, he ducks his head to capture a nipple between his petal soft lips, coaxing it into a stiff peak with gentle suction and the lapping of his tongue. When your back arches in pleasure and you clutch his head to you, Jungkook takes the opportunity to slide his arms under you to hold you securely to his mouth as he worships at the altar of your breasts.
“Baby, yes, you’re so good to me” you pant, feeling your arousal generously leak from your core.
Eyes closed and relishing in the sensation, you whimper, sending one hand to grip his long, dark locks and feeling the prickle of his freshly trimmed undercut. With a hand in his mane, you feel him unlatch from your tight bud to plant wet open mouthed kisses around your areola and across your chest. He stops over your heart, lips lingering to feel the rapid thumping rattle your sternum.
Generous with his attention, he moves to nip and suck around your neglected breast. He slurps your nipple into his eager mouth, tongue swirling to tease it to a hard peak. Jungkook's diligent stimulation of your breasts sends sparks of pleasure down to your cunt as he continues to lap at your pebbled beds.
“More, please,” you whine, bucking your hips upwards, hoping to encourage him to touch you where you need it most.
Hearing you beg so prettily for him slowly coaxes life back into his spent cock. He feels himself begin to swell again against your thigh. Pleasuring you has always been incredibly arousing for him, and he knows with a several more minutes of rest, he’ll be ready to fuck you senseless.
Pulling an arm out from under your torso, Jungkook leans his weight onto one elbow and sends his free hand down between your legs to the treasure between your thighs. His lips pursed around your nipple continues to suckle and tease you into a frenzy.
The room fills with sounds of your mewling and his blunted goans as he plays the familiar song of your body. His hands brush against the soft black lace as he spreads your legs, positioning you to his liking.
“So wet,” Jungkook acknowledges with a quirk of his lips, fingers swiping along your slit to feel for your arousal. Bringing those fingers towards his mouth, he sucks your essence from his fingertips, savoring your taste. Jungkook switches nipples again and his fingers, now slickened with his saliva, return to the warmth of your pussy.
You gasp when you feel him caress at your opening before sinking a lone finger into your tight, wet heat. Jungkook can’t help but grunt as he feels your walls clench around him, excited to feel it around his growing erection.
“It’s all for you baby,” you praise him, carding your fingers through his fringe and pushing his hair back to get a better view of him suckling at your breast. Your breath hitches when you feel him add a second finger, stretching you open with his long, tattooed digits and curling them against your g-spot.
“Mmm yes- ahh. Fuck me with them,” you plead. Lacking the power to drive you towards an orgasm, he teases you with sensual strokes until your cunt drips down your ass and his fingers come out sparkling with your arousal. Completely at his mercy, you feel Jungkook slow down further. Brat.
You’re writhing beneath him as he continues his personal brand of slow, pleasurable torture. His lips release your tender nipple and return to your open mouth attempting to swallow your moans.
“Fuck me harder, please, I need it harder.” you beg, hoping to convince him to finger you to completion. Despite your request, Jungkook stops thrusting completely, opting to curl his fingers and rubbing softly against your g-spot while grinding the heel of his palm just off center from your pulsing clit. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his gaze on your visage committing your whining and fucked out expression to memory. You’re being uncharacteristically pliant for him tonight- a change that he is very much enjoying. He files it under ‘spank bank material’ for when Beyond ultimately goes back on tour.
“Please, baby, make me cum. I’m so close.” you try one last time. You’re panting and desperate for release.
“You’re not cumming tonight unless it’s on my cock,” he grits out. His fingers stay hooked inside you, caressing at your sensitive front wall. Jungkook’s mouth returns to suckling at your pebbled bud and he slowly fucks you open with his fingers. Your cunt quivers and leaks with your arousal, but without the thrusting or clitoral stimulation, you won’t be cumming anytime soon.
“But how-” you glance down, not expecting his nearly fully erect cock. Pleasuring you had sparked his arousal again, the sounds of your approval and sight of your wet pussy glistening with desire has encouraged him back towards full mast. Licking your lips at his growing girth, you push his hand from your core to collect some of your personal lubricant. You wrap your slicked up fingers around his length jacking him to his full potential.
“Uunffff- ok, ok. Hold on,” he says, reaching out into your bedside table for lube. You hear Jungkook uncap the small bottle and are eager to feel him deep inside you. Quickly flipping onto your front, you prop yourself on your elbows and knees, presenting your husband with your sloppy, swollen cunt- a soundless request imploring him to fuck you from behind.
“I want to feel you deep,” you reason and unable to resist you, Jungkook agrees. Eyes glued to the way your crotchless panties have dampened with your cream, he spreads a generous glob of lube up and down his cock. He wipes the remainder against your labia and rubs some onto your clit making you mewl out for him. He wipes off the residue on your sheets. You’ll have to wash that later.
Taking a moment to admire his view, his hands caress over your hips and ass. “Are you ready?” Jungkook asks, always so considerate of your needs.
You nod and delirious with lust, you reach between your legs for him, sliding his bulbous tip up and down your slit before pushing your hips back to take him into your awaiting passage. Jungkook descends down creating a canopy with his body, sheltering you with the physical representation of his love. Jungkook’s hands find yours, lacing his calloused palms to the backs of your hands, fingers interlocking. With light pressure, he encourages you to lay your front down onto the bed. He nudges your knees further apart, propping you ass high in the air.
Positioned to his liking, he takes his first stroke into your eager cunt. Despite his diligent fingering, the fit is still tight, and you feel the initial pinch as he breaches you. You both release matching moans upon your coupling, and you already know you won’t last long after enduring Jungkook's extensive foreplay. He sets a slow pace plunging deep into your velvet heat.
“Harder, Kook, I’m already so close.” you puff into the sheets, turning your head as far as possible to watch your lover as he takes you from behind. “Please,” you rasp.
No longer denying your release, Jungkook thrusts faster, snapping his hips powerfully with the intent of getting you off. His cock hammers into you and you’re helpless underneath him to do anything but take it. He can already feel you tightening around him deliciously and lets go of one hand to reach down between your legs. With two fingers, Jungkook rubs tight circles around your clit while he continues to drill into your cunt which is just what you need to finally cum.
“Oh, fuck! Ah- ah-ah, Jungkook!” you chant. Your hands furiously grip the sheets trying to hold onto something to ground you as your high threatens to pull you under. Legs quaking and pussy fluttering around him, your walls contract rhythmically around his turgid length as he continues to rigorously fuck you through your orgasm.
Jungkook whines at the sensations gripping his cock, but pulls out of your spent heat to spare you from the sting of overstimulation. Any other night, he may have considered fucking you into a second orgasm, but tonight feels different. Tonight, he wants to make ardent love to you.
Without Jungkook’s strong frame to hold you up, you crumble limp against the bed. Your ears ring with the aftermath of a good round of fucking. It takes a second to register that he is speaking.
“Can you take more?” he asks. Confused, you look down and see that he’s still painfully hard. Oh. His erection is glossy with your juices, shining as it bobs between his well-muscled thighs.
“Fuck- yes,” you quickly consent to him.
Jungkook swiftly rolls you onto your back again and sits up on his knees between your spread thighs. “I love you in these, but I want to see all of you,” he rasps, tugging at your ruined panties and pulling them off while his eyes stay glued on your saturated folds. Climbing back up your body, he spreads your legs wider and leans forward bringing his cock to your core. You look down to watch him steadily thrust his length against your slit, bumping against your clit on the upstrokes.
Wanting to draw out his teasing, he grips his slickened base and slaps his dick against your slippery folds. Each wet smack sends waves of electric pleasure through your system as Jungkook works you back up. “Just fuck me, baby. I’m ready.” you insist. Your gaze trails up, meeting his heated stare.
“I want you to keep your eyes on me when I make love to you,” he says, voice dropping an octave. When you nod in understanding, he catches his tip against your entrance and pushes back into your ripe, warm cunt. Your legs immediately wrap around his trim waist pulling him closer and encouraging him to brace the weight of his upper body on his hands. Your ankles interlock against the base of his spine to bring him deeper.
Jungkook starts with long, slow strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of you before feeding his cock back into your sopping pussy. Going slow enough for you to feel every ridge of his throbbing length, he impales you over and over.
Your back arches in pleasure and you have to fight to keep your eyes open for him. Wanting him closer, you greedily reach your hands up to pull him down closer to you, forcing him to drop to his elbows as he continues to give it to you slow and deep.
Jungkook braces on his forearms and cradles your head. He tilts your chin up to align with his intense gaze as he continues to plow into you. Brow furrowed and eyes locked, your husband watches your dazed and needy expressions while his body and mind make love to yours.
He’s always so good to you. Devoted and adoring. You’re suddenly struck with the reminder that this beautiful man is yours. Always has been. Always will be. And tonight is a good time to remind Jungkook how deeply you love him. A fear of commitment used to hold you back, but he peeled back your layers and showed you that love didn’t have to hurt. You haven’t been afraid since. Jungkook has the whole of your heart.
“How did I get so lucky?” you say, reaching up to caress his jaw as he continues to thrust into your depths. “I’m sorry I lost sight of us,” you stutter trying to sound coherent as your husband diligently sinks his thickness into you again and again. “I never meant for you to feel-”
“- I know. And I’m sorry I didn’t communicate better, I just- I’m working on it,” Jungkook cuts you off. He knows this is a two way street.
“We don’t have to try anymore if you aren’t ready. Pull out and I’ll suck you off again” you offer. If Jungkook isn’t 100% in, you aren’t either.
“No, I want it. I’m ready for our love to create something beautiful and for everything that comes after that.”
You moan, eyes closing briefly, as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace. The increase in friction against your walls is quickly bringing you towards the edge again. An unexpectedly fierce pump of his hips has you gasping in delight.
“I said-,” Jungkook grunts with another sharp thrust, “-eyes on me, baby.” You pry your eyes open, surprised by his display of dominance and try not to squeal.
Jungkook reaches one hand down to tilt your pelvis back further and you lock your legs up higher on his frame allowing him to shove a pillow under your ass. The new position brings your clit directly under his pubic bone. When he slams back down to stuff you full, he grinds deliciously against you, making you nearly scream out in ecstasy.
“I love you,” you whisper in earnest. “I love you so much,” you moan as Jungkook begins to pound you into the sheets. You’re both quickly unraveling, approaching another high, bodies tingling with impending release. When your thighs begin shaking around him for the second time tonight, he picks up the pace filling the room with a symphony of your euphoria.
Breaking your eye contact briefly, Jungkook looks down at the juncture of your connection and is enthralled by the visual- his cock coming out foamy with your cream and slamming back into your weeping pussy. Groaning, he suddenly feels the sharp sting of your nails raking down his back as you’re overcome with pleasure.
“Come on, babe. Cum on my fucking cock,” Jungkook grunts, urging you towards completion. With your hips canted deliciously, he continues to ram directly against your g-spot.
“Oh fuck, it’s so good. I’m so close,” you babble, feeling Jungkook push deeper against you to stimulate your pulsing clit. Hands clutching your husband and thighs trembling, your eyes slip closed as you finally succumb to his endeavors. You cum with a silent scream, head tilted back and throat exposed as your walls spasm uncontrollably. The wild contracting of your pussy squeezing his cock triggers Jungkook’s own release. His length throbs desperately within your walls as you coax him towards his end.
“Ahh, I- I’m holy shit- I’m cumming, too” Jungkook whines as he climaxes with breathy whimpers, exploding as he fills you with streams of his ejaculate. He thrusts as deep as he can get while his length continues to spurt inside you, shallowly rutting to ride out his high.
Panting, he collapses his weight into your waiting arms. “Oof,” you grunt as you feel your husband’s sweaty and spent body pin you against the bed. You let him rest against you for a while, content to feel the warm fullness of his cock and spunk nestled deep inside you.
“Can I stay inside?” he asks shyly. “I just wanna hold you.” You smile and Jungkook holds you close and carefully rolls under you so you can comfortably lay against him. With his arms wound around your waist and your thighs spread wide with his dick sheathed inside you, he ensures maximal skin contact.
Seeing his blissed out face, you giggle as the two of you revel in your post-coital afterglow. His spent length slowly softens letting some of his cum leak from your used hole onto him and the sheets below. You’re definitely going to have to wash these.
Your fingers find their way into his hair, scratching along his scalp and pushing back his long locks to expose the sexy undercut hiding beneath. Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, but he still leans his face forward knowing you’ll meet his lips with your own. The two of you make out for a little longer, savoring the intimacy shared in your little bubble.
Jungkook clings to you, preening at your gentle caress and basking in his favorite form of aftercare. Your cunt is runny with lube and your combined releases, but you’re too content to lay with Jungkook in your arms to clean up just yet. You lie wrapped around each other for a few more minutes, mindlessly kissing at his face and neck, whispering praises for his performance.
It’s quiet for a long moment, and assuming he must have fallen asleep as he tends to do after a vigorous round of love making, you attempt to unwind your limbs from his. Grumbling, he tightens his hold around you, preventing you from getting far.
“Jungkook,” you warn with a laugh, “I have to get cleaned up.”
“Mmm not yet, hold me a little longer” he requests as he burrows deeper in your embrace.
Sighing, you relent, slowly dozing off with your husband in your arms.
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When you wake, you find that you've shifted in your slumber. Jungkook's chest is plastered to your back and he has an arm slung over your waist with a hand curled around one of your tits. The mess between your legs has dried making you cringe when you move to get up. Leaving Jungkook who is slowly stirring, you go to the bathroom to shower.
You step under the spray and let the warm water relax you while you clean off the sweat and unholy mix of bodily fluids from between your thighs. You hum along to the new Beyond the Scene single and sing some of the chorus that you can remember. You exit the shower, wrapping a towel securely around you and return to rouse your sleeping husband.
You find that Jungkook is already awake and sitting against the headboard. “You know, I hope our kid doesn’t inherit your singing voice,” Jungkook cackles, cutting through the silence.
"Why you-," you gasp, tackling him down into the sheets and laughing along with him. You pin him down and pinch at his nipple in retaliation. It’s not long before he’s pulling the towel from your body and rolling you under him to latch his mouth to your cunt. Before the night is over, he delivers another two orgasms and a fresh load. After all, practice makes perfect.
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