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sparklingchim · 1 year

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number 7; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling

summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻‍💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼

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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.

It just kind of happened.

One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.

The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.

You just wanted your journal back.

But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.

His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.

“God, Jungkook.”

His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.

Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.

Your eyes meet in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.

Jeon Jungkook. 7.

Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.

“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.

“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.

“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.

“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”

The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”

His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.

A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”

Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.

“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.

You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.

He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.

“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.

“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.

You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.

“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”

A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”

A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.

As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.

When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.

He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.

But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.

“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”

“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”

Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.

“Prove it.”

Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.

His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.

“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”

There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.

He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.

“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”

His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.

And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.

“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”

Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.

After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.

“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”

“God,” you mutter into the pillow.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.

“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”

“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.

“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.

Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.

You lift your head and crane your neck around.

His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.

Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”

“Too much.”

“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”

Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.

“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”

You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.

The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.

You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.

Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”

Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”

“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.

“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.

With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.

Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.

“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.

You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.

You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”

Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.

You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.

He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.

You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”

A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“It’s not late,” you argue.

“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.

“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”

“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.

“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”

“The 0.5 mm one?”

You giggle. “Yes, that one.”

You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”

You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.

“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.

“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.

Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.

He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.

“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.

You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”

Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.

“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.

Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.

“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.

“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.

You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.

He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.

You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.

“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.

You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.

Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.

You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass. He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.

“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.

He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”

You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.

“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.

“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”

Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”

“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Watchu doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”

You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.

“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.

Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”

“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.

“Huh?”

“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”

You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.

You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.

You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.

You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.

Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.

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read pt 1 here if u haven't <3

#jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook college au

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gambleminds · 2 months

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kitty boy.. oc x bttm ftm reader

this is also a very sudden self-indulgent idea that I got because I was scrolling through my Tumblr feed, and I stumbled across @seojunniea's post about kitty boys. I'm sorry if this doesn't turn out the way you wanted. ;~;

warnings: fingering, light pet play(?), praise, usage of the words; cunt, pussy, clit, folds to refer to reader's genitalia.

You were currently lying down on your bed playing with your own tail as you waited for your master to finish with his paperwork, but you couldn't help but peek to check if he had finished yet.

You were literally praying and mumbling words and wishes about your master to quickly finish his paperwork. You missed him, you missed his touch, his kisses, his cuddles, you missed everything about him.

Spade noticed that, and he couldn't help but approach you. He walked up behind you, and he then gave you some pets on your sensitive cat ears.

"Master!" You say happily before purring from the pets he gave you. You seemed happy to receive the attention that Spade was giving you.

"Awww, did my little kitty miss me?" He asks as he continues to pet you. He hasn't been able to spend time with you lately due to the work that he had been getting.

"Mhm! I miss you so much master.." You admit, before he then gives you a peck on the cheek, which leads up to you to turn to a flustered mess.

Spade then continued to pamper you with kisses, and he kept petting your cute little ears as well! he loves it whenever you're happy, it makes him happy as well.

After a few minutes, he then gave you a sloppy kiss. It had been awhile since you two had last fucked.

"M-Master?" You asked, a bit confused of the intrusion.

Spade then kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours and after almost ten minutes of kissing he finally let's go of your lips so you could breathe.

"Breathe kitty, breathe." Spade says, as he watched you breathe slowly.

As you finally gain your composure back, he then sat you down on his lap before unbuckling your pants, revealing your wet cunt.

"Oh my... you're so wet, kitty..." He teased before inserting a finger in your pussy. he slowly fingers you with one finger.

"M-Master!..." You mewled as you felt his finger inside of your wet folds, Spade's finger was covered in your juices as he continued to finger you.

"Does that feel good? I bet it does kitty." He smirked at the sight of your face as he continued to finger you.

"F-Feels so good!~" You moaned as you feel him add another finger, his fingers rubbing your clit and making you squirm.

"Good kitties get presents, and you were a well-behaved kitty today.." Spade whispered in your ears, which made you feel butterflies.

"You'll be a good kitty the whole night for me, promise that, kitty? It's gonna be a long night for the both of us."

authors note: sorry if it's not the best, aha...

#oc x reader #ftm reader #bottom male reader #male reader smut #male reader #self indulgence at its finest

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soft-mafia · 7 months

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Cupcake [Buggy x Reader]

warning: oc insert, fem reader, dom Buggy, Buggy detaching his parts(just his hand), porn without plot, literally just porn, I’m being self indulgent, grinding, Buggy calling himself daddy

a/n: So I guess I’m becoming a clown fucker blog :( this is actually really rusty. I haven’t written in a LONG time so please forgive me for how bad this is😭I’m just feeling really self indulgent right now. Also he might be a little out of character to some? I’ve watched the live action but I’m also trying to watch the anime too(which is over 1000 episodes😭) I’m trying my best to get his character down and the idea was to kind of mix both the live action and the anime version of Buggy together in this fic? Because I think both iterations are HOTTT. Although I don’t think it’s executed well. This is also my first Buggy fic so please bare with me, I’m sure I’ll get better as I go on lmao. Don’t worry, I’m not forgetting about Hisoka— I’m just adding one more clown to my collection.

Buggy’s floating hand gripped Y/n’s hand tightly and held it against the bedsheets, it was a mix of both a comforting hold and one of firm dominance. His other hand, attached to his body was holding onto one of her legs, holding it in the air while the other one was on the bed. The sharp movements of his pelvis thrusting back and forth created loud slapping sounds as his skin hit hers.

“You better take it.” Buggy laughed gruffly through loud grunts and groans as he thrusted firmly into her, his gloved hand gripped hers as the bed creaked beneath them. Y/n trembled and whimpered, moaning as she watched Buggy’s girthy cock slide in and out of her pussy. His long blue hair was out of its usual pony tails and draped down his impressively built body.

He bore his teeth, the grip he had on her leg tightened as he sped his pace. “Fuck that’s good.” He grunted under his breath. He leaned forward, attaching his hand back onto his wrist as he now towered over Y/n, his long blue hair acted kind of like curtains framing Y/n’s face as it fell off of his shoulders.

The blue haired clown took Y/n’s leg and let it wrap around his torso before moving his hand to grab her waist, he squeezed it firmly as he plowed into her, firmer and faster. His grunts and her groans got louder. “S-Slow down..!” Y/n moaned; tears of pleasure completely clouded her vision, the overwhelming sensation of arousal was too much to handle; the way Buggy was ruthlessly thrusting into her, manhandling her— paired with his low rhythmic grunts and groans, she was so close.

“Cmon baby I know you can take it.” Buggy just laughed, “Such a sweetie, you’re doing just fine, look at you.” He spoke against gritted teeth while grinning, he let go of Y/n’s hand to put it on the other side of her waist.

He could feel how wet she was on his dick, it was driving him crazy. Buggy had incredible luck— it was crazy how fortunate he was in life, having a girl like Y/n was just the cherry on top of all of his fortune, because every pirate warlord needed a cute girl on their arm right? Why was Buggy so lucky? He had no idea, he wasn’t going to question it either, he was going to take advantage of everything life had to offer for him.

“Ghhh!” Buggy grunted, his brow furrowed tightly as he screwed his eyes shut, his hands slid their way up Y/n’s waist so they could grab at her bare breasts, squeezing them between his fingers. Y/n arched her back at the action with a loud, strained moan, pushing her breasts further into his grip. Buggy was so close, that twitching feeling in his abdomen— it was orgasmic, it made him sweat. He growled softly while exhaling.

“I’m so close.” Y/n whispered, her arms were wrapped around his neck, his mouth was pressed up against her forehead. He was getting a bit of saliva on her, and his stubble brushed against her face which was a bit uncomfortable but neither of them cared about that right now. Buggy could feel Y/n tremble and that alone brought him closer as well. “I’m gonna bust all inside you.” Buggy snickered, inhaling and exhaling before thrusting deep into Y/n; Buggy came inside of her, his warm sperm painting her inner walls. Y/n moaned deeply as she felt his cum fill her up. “Buggy!!” She moaned.

Buggy groaned and leaned back up, holding both of Y/n’s legs up beside his torso now as he looked down at her, sitting on his knees on the bed. He was still inside, his cum leaked out of her and around his dick. “Damn that was good.” Buggy snickered hoarsely, grinning while breathing heavily, coming off of his high.

Buggy rubbed up and down Y/n’s legs. “You didn’t let me cum.. again.” She groaned. “Ok, ok. Yeah I know.” Buggy groaned, pushing his long hair behind his shoulder and letting it fall down his back, “Don’t bitch at me about it you know daddy always take care of you.” He laughed softly before pulling out and leaning back, sitting against the headboard before pulling Y/n onto his lap, dragging her by her ankles.

“Hey!” Y/n squeaked as she sat up. Buggy patted her on the ass, smacking her a bit as his cock laid between her thighs, resting up against her belly. “Grind on me, cupcake.” Buggy said with a grin, he leaned his arms back and rested them on the top of the headboard as Y/n began to rub her pussy on his length, her hips trembled as her wet clit rubbed his cock. Buggy groaned, his thigh muscles clenched slightly at the sensation, he held her hip with one hand, rubbing up and down her waist and thigh, then moving his hand back to squeeze her ass, grinning when it made her whimper. His other hand popped off and floated down to rub at her clit, helping her bring her to her climax.

“Come on baby, come on..” Buggy groaned, watching her pussy rub on his cock just did things to him, his chest rose up and down as he breathed out. Buggy’s cum was still dripping out of Y/n’s pussy as he rubbed her clit with his fingers and cock, her pussy clenched, she felt so close- so close.

Y/n groaned and whimpered, leaning forward, resting against Buggy’s chest as she came, finally, her whole body was twitching. Buggy immediately wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly with a big grin on his face. “That was great.” He laughed.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered, her face was buried in the crook of his neck, his slightly musty scent invaded her nose; it wasn’t unpleasant though, it was kind of attractive and made her snuggle into him more. Buggy’s embrace tightened; he loved holding her body against his, it felt so good, he closed his eyes before inhaling and exhaling.

It was getting late, and Buggy had planned to stop somewhere the next day. Considering Y/n had already fallen asleep, he succumbed to his own slumber as well.

-time skip-

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!” Buggy growled as one of his crew members suddenly opened the door— greeted to a half naked Y/n, and Buggy who was in the middle of putting on his boxers. The crew member was rightfully flustered, covering his face and turning his body away “I’m so sorry Captain Buggy!! I should’ve knocked!!”

“I have a lady in here dammit!!!” Buggy growled, signaling towards Y/n who had actually fallen back asleep, sprawled out on the bed, still only wearing her bra and panties.

#one piece #buggy one piece #one piece buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x oc #one piece x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy smut

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elusivecagedmockingbird · 2 months

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Play It As It Lays

[taehyung x reader] [1.5k smut: mirror sex, creampie, unprotected sex, virgin kink??, really just porn with a lil bit of plot; Taehyung is a famous Cellist who was hired to tutor OC.

Just a self-indulgent fic.

People said to never meet your heroes.

You'll be let down, they say.

But you would beg to differ.

And beg, you do.

With your bodies sitting naked on the couch, Taehyung has you facing the mirror and the sight of your petite frame slotted between his bulging naked thighs shoots up your arousal. Your perfectly intertwined limbs could inspire a whole series of shunga artwork.

Calloused hands grip each of your knees and push them wider apart before a hand returns to cup your dripping sex.

"Please," you whine. The words that fell from your swollen lips were almost incomprehensible because of how breathy and timid it sounded.

But that was just one of Kim Taehyung's effect.

The man lives up to his reputation in the Classical music industry—charisma just as alluring as people described and his presence calls for attention, not because he, himself, demands it, rather there is something lingering in his aura that just lures and pulls you into him. And when he looks at you, it's a mixed feeling of intimidation and desire to keep his eyes on you.

And to you, it makes you want to defy him. You itch to see if you can crack that calm and stoic demeanor of his.

Taehyung only hums in response to your plea and you feel his chest rumble on your back. It's close to an hour and yet all he did with his finger was tease you. Everything he has done was all build-up, never the climax.

"You're so delicate." His lips graze your ear as he whispers to you. His body is so close, you hear the wet smacking of his tongue inside his mouth as he speaks. He dips his fingers inside your pussy as he presses his thumb on your nub, leaving you shuddering in pleasure. "And so sensitive. My pretty virgin," he tsks. "You're making a mess, darling."

You mumble out a half-hearted apology to which he snorts at. You struggle to keep your tears at bay. Frustration and defeat are obviously written on your face. If only you knew how to touch yourself, you would've done the job yourself. But no. You can play with yourself all you want, but you've never experienced an orgasm. And none of what Taehyung does to your body now matches the pleasure when you touch yourself.

And so, you remain at his mercy.

It was torture to be teased, but the way Taehyung's arm muscle clenches and your body twitches has your attention stuck to the mirror. It was as if his hand was a bow and your body held the strings that create the most beautiful melodies.

His right hand pushes in and out of you in timed intervals and his left hand grips your neck, arms across your body to hold you close to his. It was oh-so-intimate.

But of course, this was also a way for Taehyung to restrain you.

"Take it," he lectured when your body thrashed around from sensitivity. "The pleasure is tenfold if you endure it. Just like playing the cello—a sublime piece is achieved from laborious and seemingly endless revisions. So, take it."

The growing warmth between you has you both sweating—the smell of sex in the air grows potent by the minute, pushing you further into your shared haze.

You don't mind that all Taehyung does is play with your body. He can do whatever he wants to you for all you care. But you also have this feral need to learn about his body—play with his cock and grip it as tight as you hold your instrument in place between your thighs. You want to hear the sounds he makes as you play with his body. He has been hearing you chant his name with moans and sighs in different pitches; it's his turn to sing.

You focus on Taehyung's hand disappearing and reappearing from your cunt. The velvet couch that carries your bodies is vandalized with your slick and his precum. His hands are truly just as skilled in playing the cello as it is in flitting around your body. You can almost taste it again—your sweet peak.

But you can't come like this. Not yet.

Your hand halts Taehyung's movement, tongue darting to wet your lips, "S-stop," you stutter. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, one eyebrow raising in question. And so, with your senses still muffled with lust, you try your best to answer clearly, "Wanna cum on your cock, sir.”

Your legs wobbled as you changed positions—you're now kneeling on the floor with his thick dick right on your face. You gulp at Taehyung's size but also swallow the pooling drool in your mouth.

You ought to thank your parents for hiring Taehyung to give you private lessons. Albeit this isn't the lesson they had in mind, you personally think this is more… beneficial for you.

Without wasting another second, your hand grips his base to erect his cock and you run your warm tongue from his balls to his slit. The man above you throws his head back as air is expelled from his pretty lips. He leans his body backward, arms propping him up and he sets his eyes on you. "You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?"

You only respond with a smirk; smug eyes refusing to look away as you make a big show of sucking his tip like it’s the sweetest lollipop.

You're halfway there, you encourage yourself. You want to see the moment you break him.

Mimicking a move you watched on porn, you wet your hands with your slick before returning your hold on Taehyung's dick. With one hand stroking him up and down, your other hand caresses his balls within your palms like two delicate marbles.

Taehyung curses. You were sin incarnated.

Determined to get more from him, you push your head closer to his crotch, deep-throating his cock.

Unexpected and unprepared, Taehyung makes a guttural wail; his arm shoots up to hold you by your hair and his body reflexively sits up and pushes his cock at another deep angle inside your mouth which pulls another moan from the man.

You fight the urge to gag, and your eyes start to flood with tears. You could only claw at Taehyung's thighs.

Taehyung was quick to gather his wits and then chuckled at your state. His hand on your hair moves to cup your face before smudging your mascara as he wipes your tears before they fall.

"Come up," he instructs as he pulls his cock from your mouth. A plop is heard, and a string of your saliva mixed with his precum lingers from your lips. Taehyung's hands take control of your hips—his bruising hold guides you to sink down to his cock until you take all of him, pulling a pained moan from you.

Taehyung is a tight fit, and you fight through the initial discomfort as you move your hips. You teeter between the stinging stretch and warm addicting pleasure.

With a satisfied groan, Taehyung gently guides your head to level your sight with the full-length mirror and holds you in place. "Take a look at yourself. You look as heavenly as you sound," his voice in your ear is so soft and saccharine, you believe him. "And see how well you take me like a good girl," he praises, the tone switching to a little bit strained as your pussy clenches—the pain morphing to lust and desire. His hand goes back to your hips to help you ride his cock. The minimal movement gives you both pleasurable tugs, you can't help but moan.

With his thighs now caged between your own, you momentarily bend down to kiss his knees. Your action has him throwing his head back once again. But his eyes trail down to your curved spine all the way down to your ass perched on his hips.

Deciding that you've adjusted to his cock, Taehyung bounces your hips on his cock. The sight of your arousal creaming around his crotch has him salivating. As much as he wants to lick you clean, he badly needs a release. It's a miracle he lasted almost more than an hour.

You plant your feet on the ground and start moving at your own pace. Each slam of your ass on his thighs reverberated in the room as if cheering you on as you bounced faster and harder on his cock.

A contrast of warmth and shivers washed over your body as Taehyung laid open-mouth kisses on your back. As he reaches your neck, he sucks on the soft flesh to claim you, mark you—so you remember this night which will be the first of many. He promises.

You grab and tug at his hair to pull him toward your puckered lips and he obliges. The echoing sound in the room is no longer just your skin slapping but the smacking sound of your lips as you breathe each other in.

"Sir-r, I-I’m close," you stutter out between kisses amidst overwhelming pleasure. Taehyung meets your thrusts halfway. And as your pace increases, so does the frequency of the moans of the man behind you.

With a powered thrust, your body trembles as you climax. Taehyung follows not long after—your pussy spasming around his dick has him shooting up his cum inside you as he wraps you in his arms.

People who warned you to never meet your heroes, clearly never had the privilege of meeting Kim Taehyung.

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ohforficsakelibrary · 8 months

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Dominica

Summary: He’s like this sometimes. When his demons curl their talon-tipped fingers into the back of his skull. That’s when he replaces them with yours.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader (OC forthcoming)

Word Count: ~1K

Rating: Explicit 18+ (smut) / Minors DNI

A/N: This was itching at the back of my brain and when I finally wrote it I realized that I hadn't so much written the reader as I had a character that I cooked up over a decade ago. So enjoy living in her skin for a moment? More to come if you'd like. Series started over here.

“Frankie, Frankie, Francisc-OH…”

Words panted into the night. Sent up like a prayer to a god who had unceremoniously abandoned you both at the moment of birth.

More trouble than they’re worth, these two.

Frankie has you folded between him and the wall in a filthy back-alley behind a bar in Dominica, air so thick with the humid scent of garbage that you’d choke if Frankie’s cock wasn’t hitting just so.

Thigh hiked high on his hip, one of his massive hands splayed across your lower back as nails of the other fight to cut ruts into the cinder block beside your head.

Meeting his thrusts as best you can with what little space he leaves you.

His teeth are clenched so tight that they threaten to crack if you don’t first.

He’s like this sometimes. When his demons curl their talon-tipped fingers into the back of his skull.

That’s when he replaces them with yours.

One hand scratches at his scalp while the other braces against his shoulder.

Not to stop him, you’d need only to say the word.

For delicious leverage, my dear.

He needs the fight in moments like this.

I have a lady. And a baby. He’d breathed into your mouth the first time this had happened, his statement punctuated by the clink of his belt buckle.

And I have a man more dangerous than you.

But does he make you moan like this? Frankie had leaned over you, strong fingers slipping through your slick until a cry ripped from the back of your throat.

Does he love that pretty mouth like I do, princesa?

Don’t call me that, Francisco.

Does he need to open you up like this, gatita? He had slipped his tongue into your mouth and two fingers inside your aching heat as you purred a smile against plush lips.

No.

No, Frankie holds that record.

But Frankie knew what he was doing all those months ago. Moving slowly, tentatively then. One delicious inch more with every roll of his hips until he had nothing left to give.

As is Frankie’s way.

But the way he’s rutting against you now brands you with the texture of the wall. Hard enough to scrape a rash into skin.

Surely his knuckles must be raw where strong fingers have moved to cradle your skull.

“Gatita.”

“Frankie.”

He grunts your name, the one he knows you by, in response and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“Come for me baby. You take me so well. Let me feel that pretty pussy. Gatita, come for me. Let me feel how much you want me inside of you. Make me…” Frankie babbles into your ear between nips at your damp skin.

Make him. Unmake him. It's all the same.

You breathe his name as he thrusts to the hilt, grinding his hips against yours to press his pubic bone against your clit, hand clamped over your mouth now because he knows you’re incapable of being quiet in the seconds before you start to clench around him. He keeps you there with little circles until he feels you grasp fistfuls of his hair and gasp against his fingerprints.

He waits until that first flutter before he lets go. Slamming into you three, four, five more times before a cry rips from his throat, loud enough to deafen you to the music on the other side of the wall.

He’s incapable of being quiet too.

You didn’t forget. You wanted to hear it.

The shattering.

He lets out a few more groans with each subsequent stutter of his hips, each softer and more breathless than the one before.

You indulge him, allowing a moment to bury his nose in the dip at the base of your throat, humid breath dampening the black cotton of your sleeveless t-shirt.

If you could stay like this, god you would. A moment stolen is a moment earned. But you’re both half-naked in an alley with one gun and two knives between you and only one of you has the coveted Stars and Bars’ Get out of Jail Free or Risk International Incident card this go round.

And it’s not Frankie. Frankie has a girlfriend and a kid and a coke problem.

Actually, two of those things are gone, and they took the third with them.

“We should,” you start, running a hand through ash brown curls. Bringing him back from wherever you sent him.

“Yeah,” he huffs.

“Pope will be wonderi…”

“Pope will be wrapped around some girl whose name he can’t remember,” Frankie mutters before an obscene sound chases the words from his throat as he pulls out of your gripping heat.

You always try to keep me there, gatita. He’d told you once.

Apparently your cunt is a little bit in love.

Your head wasn’t convinced.

Your heart wasn’t allowed a say.

He lets your leg down but keeps his hands on your hips, careful to be sure you’ve got your feet. You quickly step back into the other leg of your shorts, shimmying your underwear up to catch the drips of him before they sluice down your thighs. Your fingers dig into his back pocket for your packet of Parliaments as he fastens his belt, popping one between his plush lips before giving him a light as he tucks himself in.

You had excused yourself for a smoke and Frankie had excused himself with the excuse of bumming one.

If you went back in smelling of each other instead of tobacco, well. You wouldn’t be the ghost Santi’s contacts whisper about.

Attention to detail did that.

Frankie passes the cigarette to your lips as you make sure your pockets are tucked while he combs his fingers through your hair to smooth you out.

“Seven minutes,” you exhale with smoke as you look up from your watch. “Not bad, Francisco.”

He’s earned the cigarette back.

“Punctuality is a virtue,” he murmurs as the cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth.

“That’s patience.”

“Nah, wasn’t good at that one.”

The grin that spreads across your face warms his blood far better than humid night air. You fit his cheeks in your hands to better drink from liquid brown eyes and guide him to your mouth once again.

Francisco.

Here. In this moment. For right now.

Your Francisco.

_____

Santiago looks up from where he has his arm around a lovely young woman’s shoulders when you both return to the table.

A lovely young woman who wasn’t there nine minutes ago.

“You’re a little sweaty there, Fish.”

“It’s fuckin’ hot out there, Pope.” Frankie mimics his tone as he flops into his plastic chair and stares the other man down.

Your eyes flit between the men before you knock your knuckles against the table to snap them out of it.

“I got the next round, boys. Whatchya got here, sweetheart?” You ask pointing to Santi’s acquaintance’s glass.

“Mount Gay with Coke.”

“Done.”

“You didn’t ask what we want,” Santi whines.

“Tequila with a side of Corona and lime,” you toss over your shoulder on the way to the bar.

“She’s good.”

Frankie nearly chokes on warm beer.

You’ll never know how good, brother.

You’ll never fuckin’ know.

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may-bornmia · 1 year

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Eyes on me

18+ content, minors DNI

Pairing: Bang Chan f!OC/reader (i used the first person POV so it's up to you how you read it)

Warnings: thigh riding, pet names (baby, princess)

A/N: it's my first post here, so I hope y'all like it!! :D

I sat across his lap, swinging my feet in the air as Chan had his headphones on his ears and worked on the new track on his laptop.

I boredly sighed, knowing he couldn't hear me sigh because he was just so focused on his work. I looked at his laptop's screen, and saw things I didn't quite understand. He, however, was so indulged in his work that he couldn't see anything else at that moment.

I stared down at my own lap, and then at his thighs. His thick, toned thighs, so inviting. And just sitting on them wasn't justice enough.

An idea appeared in my head, but I was, obviously, too shy to execute it myself. So I waited for him to finish his work, while I now sat impatient and eager.

But he didn't seem to be close to finishing up, and by now, that idea had grown to be wildfire in my head. And I couldn't hold back any longer. So, I tapped on his arm, and he removed one side of the headphones from his ears, "Yeah, baby?"

"Can I... do something?" I timidly asked, and he nodded, saying, "Do whatever you want, baby."

I got off his lap, and sat back on one of his thighs, swinging my legs around that thigh. He watched me as I gripped his shoulders, and started to rub myself on his thigh.

His eyes widened, "Baby...?"

"I'm sorry, I just need to..." I whimpered, eyes closing and mouth slightly spreading ajar. I moved back and forth on his thigh, my pussy starting to get wet as I continued with the rough motion.

I rubbed my core against the toned muscles of his thigh, my panties starting to drip wet with each passing second. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, my nails perhaps digging into his shoulder blades through his thin t-shirt.

"Open your eyes, princess," I heard him say, and I dazedly fluttered my eyes open, looking straight into his dark, now lusty ones. His headphones were off, and his hands didn't touch me, nor guided my movements — they remained by his sides as he watched me in a perverse amusement.

Seeing a sly look growing on his lips, I moaned as I rode his thigh, back arching due to the heat of the moment and the unbelievably pleasurable sensations down there. I quickened my movements, whimpering and moaning, "Fuck, fuck...!"

"Yes, princess, keep that up," Chan spoke sensually, staring down at me. I couldn't handle the look in his eyes and closed my own, but gasped when he flexed his thigh muscles.

"Eyes on me, baby."

I submissively opened my eyes, heavily lidded and needy for him.

"Tell me what you want, princess. Say it," his voice went octaves deeper as he said that, and I whined.

"Say it."

"I want..." I gasped, nearing the edge of my orgasm, "I want you to fuck me!"

"Mhm, mhm," Chan lustfully stared at me, his hands finally gripping my ass and guiding my movements, "Look at you, such a pathetic little doll, so fucked out for me."

I whined in pleasure, and he chuckled, "So pretty and delicate. How would you like it if..." he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I ruined you, my princess?"

My grip on his shoulders tightened, and I loudly moaned out as I reached my high, eyes growing wide and mouth agape. Breaths came erratic, and my chest heaved up and down as I moved a couple of times on his thigh, my panties soaking wet.

Chan kissed me on the lips; a lingering kiss, filled with passion and desire, "Want more, my baby?"

I pathetically nodded, and he chuckled.

"It's gonna be a long, rough night for you, princess."

•••

Wattpad: may_bornmia :)

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eggsaladsandwhic · 1 year

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Knives Headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

This is for my upcoming Poly CollegeAU Knives x OC x Vash fanfic and it's 2am and I gotta get my brainwaves out.

SFW and General

Nai is a double major in both Environmental Justice and Science

Likes taking philosophy classes it helps him understand humanity a bit more.

Probably autistic or at least on the spectrum

Is struggling with Bipolar and it hits him hard sometimes

College life is hard when you're a plant and he's trying his best to fit in

Speaking of Plants I've got this weird idea that Nai is definitely like a carnivorous plant (usually some species have barbs or thorns to trap their prey in)

Will not go to parties or bars (...Vash makes him every once and a while, but will not admit to being perceived whatsoever.

Likes fruity and sour wines

Absolute book nerd

Gets end of the semester burnt out depression (me too ngl)

Is the cook of the apartment surprisingly, he has learned to like some human cuisine. He's an alright cook but is a heavy meat and vegetables kinda guy (don't ask him to bake it makes him impatient)

Probably in a couple on campus band ensembles

Gets hit on and flirted with a lot and really hates it

Sleeps only with those soft af blankets and prefers to be cold rather than hot, and he usually needs to hug in his sleep, hence the blankets.

Likes the idea of love, especially a platonic to romantic type of affection

He's just so bitter about the fact that a human would likely never want him for what he really is

Touch adverse but even more touch starved

He's got to like someone for them to even be in his personal bubble

Actions over words

Vash and him both have a Mate for life concept so wanting to choose that special someone is really hard

So many goddamn hair products but the soft hair is worth it

NSFW ⚠️ Below

Okay shifting gears here now for ✨ The Spice✨ (NSFW)

Big dick energy - thinking around 8.5 hard

Prehensile penis and def looking like a softly barbed tentacle

Petals like a flowering butterwort, white to purple

Back to my carnivorous plant idea but this man is FERAL in bed - bites and makes plenty of noises

Aphrodisiac pre-cum, topical and ingestible

VIRGIN (this man hates people with a firey passion)

However does own one of those clear Fleshlights especially if he goes into rut

Has to go a couple rounds otherwise he feels frustrated even on a normal night

Amazing stamina and recovery time

Has a medium sex drive but the more stressed out the lower it is

This man has to Top, he'd really have to trust his partner to bottom and lose control like that (BUT THATS EXACTLY WHAT HE'S LOOKING FOR)

Don't let him get pussy drunk it's a bad idea for either party

Since I'm going for at least semi-realistic sex (especially with a dimensional being) in this fic I'll be honest and say he would accidentally hurt you and it crushes his soul

As much as I love self indulgent smut I think a human would have a hard time keeping up with a horny plant

Would bite either way too hard, overstimulate you too much, accidentally flung one of his knives into your side, started going marathon mode and having to literally slap him out of it

Usual kinks- Praise, hair pulling, breeding, choking, Size kink

Unusual - Blood, prey/predator dynamic

Wrote till I needed to sleep oopsies anyways please fill my brain with more ideas I'm begging 🙏

#trigun #millions knives #knives x reader #fanfic #headcanon #trigun smut #trigun stampede

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69dias · 2 years

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can i request learn!jk and breeding kink? if you don't see this couple being into that kink than pls do whatever you want! really enjoyed that fic and want more of them together

hi my love thank u for loving my borderline d/s babies they love u

warnings: jk loves the idea of pregnant oc, breeding kink, mentions of spanking, mentions of a d/s headspace, she calls jk 'sir' sorry i had to, jk says milf.

wc: 881

"christ, baby. this what you wanted along?”

jungkook is met with gargled moans, courtesy of his hand shoving your face into a pillow just enough for you to breathe, though his sharp thrusts are making that difficult nonetheless.

if it weren’t for the hot pulses of irritation coursing through his veins at the shit you’d pulled over the course of the night, he would’ve taken a moment to appreciate the way he’s molded you perfectly — ass tinged red from how he’d bent you over the table to spank you just enough to get a message across, the red fingerprints on your hips from when he’d gripped at your hips to guide them onto his cock, back arched down so you could get more, more, more.

you’re truly insatiable — can feel him grazing your cervix from this position, every slam of his taut thighs against the backs of yours pushing him deeper somehow, yet you have the audacity to ask him to give you more.

“pl—mmmfmgh fuck jungkook! sir, jungkook, sir please give me more. please. need your cum in me.”

jungkook swears his world stops for a moment, needing a second to regroup and spread his thighs so he can get closer to you, so you can feel every ridge of his cock that’s fucking throbbing for release, your pussy treating him so well that he momentarily forgets your behavior through the night and what you’ve just thrown at him. he’s quick to make amends, however, picking up right where you’d left off —

“yeah? what makes you think you deserve it?”

he doesn’t let loose, punctuating his words with deep gyrations of his hips.

“f-fuck — please, please sir. fill me u-up! fuck, right there.”

“yeah? right here? you need me to give you a baby, huh? that’ll keep you well behaved?”

he gives you half a second to answer before he's flipping you onto your back, one hand pinning both of yours above your head. he sees you, spread out underneath him with your eyes blown out, head undoubtedly filled with him, and he hears your words making their way around his head when he looks down at your waist.

fuck, it drives him crazy. he knows very clearly that the both of aren’t ready to have children, but he’s not impartial to indulging the thought as he envisions you pregnant, all swollen with his baby. he reckons you’d look like the prettiest woman in the entire world, and he has to physically still within you when he considers the prospect of possibly fucking you while you’re pregnant.

“need me to give you a baby? fill you up real good so you can carry my fucking — fuck, don’t do that baby, I’ll cum right now — my fucking child?”

“y-yeah. yes, please shit, sir that feels so fucking good don’t stop —“

he could go forever and ever, if he keeps the image of pregnant you in the forefront of his mind, keen on just the idea of getting you looking like his wildest dreams. he knows this is a bit outlandish to consider, especially when he’s still 24 and nowhere near prepared to have a kid but he’s a bit pussy-whipped and a bit in his head from having to punish you earlier. it has him throwing your legs over his shoulders to get every bit of you that he can, knowing he’s hit the spot inside of you when you arch your back up into his touch moan so obscenely that he has to stop inside of you once again to stop from busting a nut right there.

he voices out this need to cum again, holding your waist in a ring-clad hand that’ll undoubtedly leave a mark tomorrow; “fuck, I’m gonna cum — gonna fucking cum inside you and have you carry, f-fuck, carrying my child. you’re gonna look — shit — shit, so pretty, huh?”

you respond with garbled nonsense again, head too fuzzy to even fully process what he’s saying but you know you fucking love it, and you nod along like he’s toying you.

“swollen tits, pretty belly full with my baby, yeah? yeah, you’re gonna look — shit, you’re close, huh? got you this riled up talking about fucking you pregnant?”

he’s right, jungkook’s always fucking right, because as soon as those words leave his mouth, you can viscerally feel your world twisting on its axis, pussy clenching as you cum untouched from his filthy disposition alone, lazily looking down at where the two of you connect as the waves of your orgasm completely overtake you for a few minutes.

when you cum, jungkook feels so filthy that he feels like he's never going to heaven for making you look that sinful, but it has his hips stuttering as he punches out his final thrusts, peppering messy kisses along your jaw, murmuring out whatever comes to mind;

“yeah, take it. take it all — fuck, shit, that’s so good. take my fucking cum. there we go —“

if this was your plan to make him forget about how you’d behaved, it fucking worked, because all jungkook can focus on is how his cum looks when it’s oozing out of you.

and he’d pick better words if the sight didn’t have his brain in literal shambles, but god would you be a milf.

#jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook/reader

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sehtoast · 3 days

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Caught (Homelander x OC Smut)

18+ | 4k words | masturbation, underwear sniffing, getting caught, mirrorlander, mirrorlander vs homelander, slight dubcon, dirty talk, fingering, pussy eating, p in v sex, premature ejaculation, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

He takes a deep breath, holds it, savors it, then releases it slowly.

Delicious.

He’s been snooping again. Well, it’s not like he ever stopped and, really, it’s not like he could even if he wanted to– which he doesn’t. Benjamin’s room is rife with all sorts of little odds and ends that help satiate that desire to know more about the web-head. Papers, books, trinkets, hobbies, clothes…

Especially the clothes.

He’s been in here before with Benjamin. Had to act like he didn’t already know the layout so intimately. Like he hasn’t been breaking in regularly and browsing to his heart’s content. Like he hasn’t been doing this.

He takes another deep breath.

Like he hasn’t been huffing Benjamin’s dirty laundry.

He holds it tight, letting his eyes flutter shut.

But not just any dirty laundry. Clenched in his bare fist is a pair of black boxer briefs, wrinkled from sitting in the hamper. He presses the crotch of them to his nose and inhales over and over again, memorizing the scent, the taste of his little spider.

He’s leaned back, half sat on the foot of the bed as he indulges with a hand around his weeping cock. He strokes himself slow, taking his time. He imagines what he’d do with his face buried in Ben’s cunt, imagines the taste, the scent, the heat. His tongue laves over the fabric and he moans brokenly.

Oh, he’s wanted this for some time now… Watching the bug, following him around. Basking in their shared moments. He imagines how easy it would be, too. Just one kiss, hot and needy, would convey all he needs. What would it be like to have Ben’s hand in place of his own? Those soft digits wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly and working him into deep breaths and needy moans– how would they feel? Ben would whisper in his ear, sing his praises, tell him how good he is. He fucking knows it. Johnny, he’d say, why don’t you let go for me?

Oh, and he would. He’d spill so quickly it’d be downright humiliating.

His mind clouds with so many fantasies that he can hardly pick one to be his undoing. Ben’s lips around his cock, his pussy stretched deep, fucked within an inch of his life. All the while, Homelander moans unabashedly into the fabric.

It’s so good, so fucking good–

“Johnny…”

That’s right, say my name! C’’mon, say it! Say my fucking name!

He starts to fuck carelessly into his grip, fist pressing the fabric harder against his face.

Oh fuck, fuck yeah– little whore, mine, all mine…

And it feels so good, he can’t–

“Johnny?”

A raspy hum rattles from his chest, pinching off in a tight little moan as he spills his load, fucking his fist with languid rolls of his hips.

“Mm, fuck, Ben… God…” He groans against the fabric. He stands there in perfect bliss, eyes shut, warm and relaxed as he comes down from his high. When he does finally open them again, he navigates the process of wiping his hand on his pants and getting himself zipped up. He’s still dazed but, when he glances back up, he’s shocked clear into coherency and halts putting himself back together entirely.

Wide eyes meet in stunned silence.

In the doorway stands Benjamin, jaw practically on the floor, gaze flitting from Homelander’s face to the underwear gripped tight in his left hand, then down to his cock. The bug’s face burns a deep crimson as he connects the dots, but his eyes continue darting up and down.

Homelander doesn’t know what to say, doesn't know what to do. He should’ve never let his guard down to indulge like this; he should’ve kept his eyes and ears open for Benjamin. He fucked up. He fucked up bad. He’s probably single handedly ruined his relationship with not only the best friend he’s ever had, but with the man he’s developed more than just simple lust for.

“I–” He tries, but his voice comes out strained. “Uhm…” He looks down, shame burning deep in his gut under Ben’s shocked gaze.

“Wow…” Is all Benjamin says in response. It scares Homelander to bits, not being able to read his tone.

And he just stands there, guilty as ever with those boxer briefs clutched in his grip, cock still hanging between his zipper.

“So, uh…” Ben starts again, shifting in place. “How long you been doing this?”

Homelander doesn’t know how the fuck he’s supposed to answer. How does he salvage this, how does he fix it? He can’t just say this is the first time, that’d be too obvious–

“I–”

Fuck. Fuck. Now he has to say something, and quick.

Let me. Sings that devious voice in his head, all too eager to take the reins. Homelander, all too relieved to let go and escape the shame, relents immediately. The change happens in a flash.

“Benjamin,” he tuts with a cock of his head. “What kind of question is that, hm?”

The bug bristles at the change in his demeanor– probably that sixth sense of his tattling on the shift. From within the safe confines of his mind, Homelander practically begs: Please, please be gentle with him. He’s good to us, remember?

“Come here,” he demands, a finger pointed to his boot as if he meant to beckon a dog. He watches with a sick, satisfied grin as Ben comes forward timidly, lips parted, hand all but outstretched to show no ill intent.

The web-head has met this alter ego before. He knows exactly what this is.

He grips Benjamin by the wrist, tugging him damn near chest-to-chest.

“Attaboy,” he breathes directly into Ben’s ear. The way he squirms sends a delicious shiver right to his cock. “If you must know… I do it every… single… day.”

He can hear Ben gulp in response. He feels the heat of the bug’s body, feels how rigid he is. One overdramatic sniff of the air and he smirks down at the web-head.

“Smells like you’re cookin’ up my next pair, aren’t you? Getting ‘em good and wet for me…” His lips spread into the most devious smile possible, parting only to lick a stripe over Benjamin’s cheekbone. He doesn’t know what he loves more: the fact he doesn’t resist, or that Ben fucking reached out to grip his arm when he did it. That he needed to steady himself was a delicious thought.

John watches from behind his own eyes, mystified, but also saddened. It should be him in control, it should be him teasing his Benjamin like this.

“Answer me, bug boy.”

“I–” Ben starts, but his voice breaks from nervousness.

“I knew it.” Homelander teases, leaning in close to murmur in his ear. “Y’know, I’d love a fresh taste… And you’d love to give it to me, wouldn’t you?”

Ben gulps audibly, squeezing tighter around Homelander’s arm which, of course, makes that smile grow all the more devilish.

“Tell me right now you don’t want to lay back and let me eat your pussy until all you can possibly do is scream my name.” He murmurs, a hand coming up and tugging Ben’s head back to reveal his neck. Homelander peppers a kiss or two before scraping his teeth along the side he’s always imagined would be most sensitive.

His satisfaction at Benjamin’s weak gasp is unmeasurable. His cock twitches and he presses it against the bug’s hip. He could take this boy apart so easily…

“Imagine it… my tongue running between your pretty little pussy lips. You, writhing and moaning like a little whore for me. Creaming around my fingers because you just can’t help yourself…” Homelander chuckles darkly, rubbing his cock against Ben more brazenly now. “You taste sooo sweet on your clothes. C’mon, Benny… Give us a taste.”

He reaches down to grab himself and tucks his cock between Ben’s thighs. With slow, calculated thrusts, Homelander mimes the act of fucking him.

“When I’m done, I’ll give you what you want.”

The panting breaths from the wall-crawler are so enticing he can hardly help himself when he swallows those soft little noises with a kiss, tongue delving between Ben’s lips without hesitation. “You want this…” He purrs between unreciprocated kisses. “You want me.”

“I–” Ben starts, pausing when a finger hooks under the waistband of his pants.

“Mm, say it.” Homelander orders in a whisper. He starts to snake his hand inside. “Say how much you want me, how badly you want me to taste you– fuck you…”

Benjamin goes to speak once more, but sucks a sharp breath instead when a finger swipes between his soaked folds. It drags back and forth, pressing against his hole, dipping inside just the slightest bit before trailing to his clit.

“Drenched,” Homelander all but moans. “Fucking knew you would be…” He draws his hand free and brings it to his lips, tracing slick over them before slipping inside. “Delicious… I knew you fucking wanted me.”

“Johnny…” Ben murmurs.

Homelander practically doesn’t even hear it.

“I want Johnny.” He repeats, this time a little more brave despite how much anxiety dances in his words. This was volatility personified.

Homelander looks at him with a flicker of ire, as though he’s ready to discipline him. Throw him over his knee for a good spanking, fuck him senseless– something or the other. Whichever one scratches the itch and accomplishes the task all at once.

“And why the fuck would you want him instead of me?” He asks, bitterness lacing his words. He spins them and traps Benjamin against the bed.

This is how it went last time. Though last time was incredibly different, significantly more violent, and a lot less sexually charged, Benjamin needed only to ask and, somehow, John would find himself with enough strength to come back to the surface. He can practically feel the resistance brewing.

Let me out.

Absolutely not.

Let me the fuck out!

“I want Johnny.” Ben repeats again, firm with every word. In all fairness, Ben would absolutely have a round with this version of Homelander. Just… not right now. Not before John. A snarl precedes that hand diving back into his pants, fingers delving deep into his cunt. Benjamin can hardly stop the gasping moan that comes out. It’s hard to resist it, hard to pretend he doesn’t actually want this.

But this isn’t who he wants it with. Johnny would come first, always.

“Sing for me, little birdie.” Homelander commands, fucking his digits in and out, fingers curled perfectly. His face twists as if he’s struggling to keep control. “You’re soaked for me. You’re like this because of me! Not him!”

Ben’s whines are music to his ears even as he fights to keep from losing his hold.

I’m in control here! Me! You let me out right fucking now! He wants me!

Suddenly Homelander is shaking his head violently, expression pinched, teeth bared and grinding– and then he’s not. His fingers still, his expression softens, eyes widen like a deer in headlights.

Still knuckle deep, Homelander freezes.

“Johnny..?” Ben asks, though he’s already confident the switch had happened. Despite the intrusion between his legs, the moment is significantly less tense than with the previous presence. “I–”

“You want… me?”

His voice is nearly a whisper, a touch of timidness in his tone.

“Yeah,” Ben nods, eyes shutting. He leans in to press their foreheads together. “I didn’t think it’d happen like this, y’know, but… yeah.”

Homelander lurches forward in an embarrassingly desperate manner, taking Ben in a kiss that he certainly didn’t mean to moan into. Just like he doesn’t mean to melt when he feels reciprocation, he just does.

He can hardly wrap his mind around any of it. Ben’s lips, so soft and sweet against his. The sweet boy’s cunt fluttering all hot and wet around his middle and ring fingers. He could come undone just from what he’d been dropped into. He sighs and starts moving his fingers, slow at first, soft.

Just enough to milk the most beautiful noise he’s ever heard from his Benjamin. It’s enough to make him whine and press his stiff cock right against Ben’s thigh– but only for a moment. Long enough for his desperation and revived confidence to grow into a hunger unlike anything he’s ever known. Suddenly he’s lifting Ben to lay flat on the bed, legs hanging off the edge, and he’s got the bug’s pants torn free and–

The first lick to his core isn’t even full contact. He suckles the wet spot of Ben’s underwear, lips wrapped tight to get every last bit. He mewls for it, face pressing between his little spider’s thighs to tease that first truly fresh taste of his greatest longing– like he means to drown in it. The hands in his hair satisfy every dream he’s ever had of such a moment, tugging and gripping like Benjamin would die if he didn’t.

“Oh god…” The bug whimpers, hips bucking. It’s all the motivation Homelander needs to deny himself just long enough to yank those boxer briefs away and reveal his meal. He dives in completely undignified, moans muffling as he presses the whole of his open mouth to Ben’s cunt, tongue delving as deep into his hole as physically possible. He’d trade his powers for a longer tongue right fucking now if it meant he could reach further inside– if he could collect more of that sweet nectar on his tongue and feed the starving beast inside of him that demanded so much more.

He suckles and flicks Ben’s clit, practically hypnotized at his size and thickness. It’s so easy to get it into his mouth– so easy to suck and hold and–

The bed creaks with a particularly sharp unconscious thrust of his hips at the realization. It’s like having a cock in his mouth.

He keeps Ben’s legs spread high and wide. The quakes of them in his iron grip shoot straight to his ego and cock, making his eyes roll and heat all at once.

“Johnny– Oh, fuck, fuck, please–”

That’s right! Say it! Say my fucking name!

As if reading his mind, Benjamin does. He howls and shivers and shakes through an orgasm that leaves him gushing slick against Homelander’s eager tongue. Homelander’s head is pressed down hard by the hands in his hair– silent pleas for more and more.

He’s so thrilled with himself that he couldn’t possibly prevent the moan that reverberates against Benjamin’s throbbing clit. It practically jerks in his mouth.

“Oh god!”

I am your god.

And he just can’t bring himself to stop. Can’t help but act out every single scenario he’s ever dreamed up while pressing stolen clothing to his nose and fucking his hand. It’s going to pale in comparison when he finally slips into Ben’s cunt– he fucking knows it. He’ll never be able to go back to something so dull when he’s tasted heaven and touched the stars.

He’s damn near ready to dive in for more when the hands in his hair yank good and hard, pulling him up. He’s still clothed except for his cock free between his zipper, now harder than he's ever been in his life. He has half a mind to just shove it in and fuck Ben before the boy could strip him down, but that option is long gone when a kiss distracts him long enough for zippers and clasps to get undone.

Pussy.

Shut the fuck up!

He neglects his alter ego’s taunts in favor of reveling in touches to his bare chest. It’s enough to leave goosebumps and make him shiver. He hardly knows what to do when Ben strips him the rest of the way, much less when a hand finally wraps around his cock. The gasp that left him was less than pathetic, but it doesn’t deter the touches and soft kisses pressed to his neck.

“You’re amazing,” Ben murmurs against his flesh, breath fanning wet spots and making him twitch like some sort of virgin. His eyes flutter open and catch a smile so genuine it melts his heart. Each stroke along his length makes his chest heave with deep, unsteady breaths– every swipe of Ben's thumb to his soaked tip drives him near insanity. He’s so pent up, even after getting off earlier. He could blow at any second– god, what if it’s disappointing? What if he ruins it because he’s too fucking weak to hold back?

He’s thought of this so many fucking times that he practically has no control whatsoever. But he never thought it’d feel so–

So–

Something overtakes him, desperate beyond measure, utterly starved, and he rolls them. Much as he’d love to drag it out, he’s on the brink and he’s not going to come until–

“O-ooh fffuuuck!”

No sooner than his tip breeches Benjamin’s cunt is he blowing his load and–

Pathetic.

“Mm– oh, fuck– I’m sorry–”

At least I’d have actually gotten to fuck him.

“Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry–”

One pump chump, huh?

He buries his face against Ben's neck to hide as pleasure and shame mix like oil and water in his gut. His body is locked tight, hips jerking despite having slipped out in the midst of an exceptionally pathetic, desperate thrust.

You ruin everything you touch.

It’s only when he’s nudged out of his hiding spot that he realizes he’s still whispering apologies.

“Hey, what’s– are you okay?” Ben asks, concern replacing the bliss once etched so beautifully on his face.

Your fault.

“I…” Homelander starts, shaking his head when the words get stuck in his throat. “I didn’t mean to… finish so early…”

Ben’s hands cup his cheeks and cradle him, thumbs rubbing at his cheeks. “I don’t mind.” He says. “We can stop if you’re–”

“No!” He interrupts. “No, we– I can be ready again, I just–”

His face is burning red; he knows it.

“Shh, Johnny. Don’t stress. Just…” Ben pulls him down into a kiss, soft and slow. “Just kiss me for a bit, okay?”

Despite his racing heart and his mental roommate jabbing at his pride, he goes along. It starts easy, simple pecks and gentle glides of lips. A pace perfect to diminish his anxiety, an act sweet enough to dispel the shame. Simple touches meant to soothe, others meant to ground.

He pulls back and looks at Benjamin for a moment, appreciating his kiss-swollen lips and hazy eyes before going right back in with more fervor. Legs wrap around his waist and pull him into a grinding motion, milking a breathy moan directly into the kiss.

“That’s it…” Ben purrs between kisses.

His tongue joins the fray, eyes rolling back as the taste and sensations hit his mind all at once.

He’s hard again in no time, especially with those little words of praise in between. He stills when a hand slips between their bodies and grasps his cock, directing his tip to swipe between come-slicked folds still drenched for him.

Benjamin lines him up perfectly and he sinks in without thought. A strangled moan catches in his throat as he’s practically sucked in by that tight heat. Ben’s noises drive him insane– little gasps and whines as he adjusts, comments about how thick he is and oh–

His arms wrap under Ben’s back to pull him impossibly closer. He starts slow, steady and gentle just like Ben had been with him.

Good. Now ruin him.

He fights to keep his controlled pace, fights to be a perfect gentleman and not shatter this sweet boy.

“Johnny~”

And it’s so fucking hard not to.

His face is buried in Benjamin’s neck again and he picks up the pace, settling into a sloppy rut like an animal in heat– but god that’s exactly what he is. Desperate and instinctive, he drives himself into Ben over and over again, chasing that high, knowing each deep stroke is what pulls those sweet little whimpers from his precious Benjamin and by god he’ll do it again and again–

“Harder!” Gasps his little spider, and he’s all too happy to oblige. His back arches, arms brace, and he cuts loose. His mind snaps– all there is anymore is this. A lifetime of them and nothing else. It couldn’t possibly be anything else.

Breathy exclamations turn to noisy moans, all of them sung into the air for him in tandem with squelches and wet slaps of skin.

Hear how he sings for you? That’s it, keep going. Hand under his lower back– good. Help him arch into it. Attaboy.

Homelander nods in the crook of Ben’s neck, tongue falling free to lick a stripe into which he fully intends to leave his mark.

Feel how he quakes under you? Bite him. Claim him.

His teeth sink in, just enough not to break the skin but he will mark this sweet boy as his.

He’s yours now, tiger.

“G-Gonna come! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ben exclaims under him, nails biting into Homelander’s back as he holds on for dear life. “Oh god– oh fuck!”

Make sure he never wants anyone else. Thumb on his clit, right now– rub hard.

Homelander does exactly that and with only one flick, he sends Benjamin mewling into an orgasm so strong his entire body convulses– perfectly milking another load from his cock.

They cling to each other for dear life, both hurtling through climaxes so intense they can do nothing more than gasp and whine and pray the other won’t let go.

It takes a few minutes for either to speak, but fingers run through Homelander’s hair and a hand smooths up and down his back until they do. Comforting, caring–

“Do you wanna stay?”

Not the question he was expecting. Not at all– and not something he’s ever been asked before by anyone. He hates knowing his eyes are watering when he looks up, but they do and he can’t make them stop. “D’you want me to?”

Stupid. Stupid voice crack, stupid–

Shut up and listen.

“Duh,” Ben says, hands coming up to pinch at his cheeks. “I always want you to stay.”

“You’re not… mad at me?”

This isn’t what he was expecting at all.

“Why would I be?” Ben asks.

He’s about to explain the obvious, but–

“I mean I wish we could’ve skipped the whole fiending-for-my-underwear thing and gotten straight into this, but I’m not mad. And I’m not mad about your brain bestie making an appearance either.” Ben smooths a hand through Homelander’s hair, scritching softly at the base of his neck. “It’s all good.”

I've got dibs on the next time.

“Mm, thank god.” John yawns. It’s all he knows to say, except– “So are we uh… a thing now?”

You sound like a fucking teenager.

What, you have a better idea of how to ask him?

“D’you wanna be?” Ben asks, a beaming smile spreading across his face. It must be contagious, because Homelander ends up with the same look.

“Yeah…” He breaths, chewing his lower lip to keep from looking any more dopey than he already does. “Yeah, let’s– I want that.”

“Good,” Ben says, hooking a leg around him. “So, uh… Boyfriend perks include unlimited underwear access.” His cheeks tinge a deep red as he says it, but that just makes Homelander’s lips curl into a devious smirk. “Among other things, y’know?”

“I can’t wait to find out,” John says. All this time as just friends has been nothing short of euphoric…

Whatever is next for them must be bliss itself.

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander fanfiction #homelander smut #the boys #antony starr #the benlander agenda #posting this despite my better judgment #this has just been sitting finished and rotting in my drafts for a while tbh #I went through a nasty patch of feeling worth in my writing and other things but #yeaaahhhh #went. hahahahaaaaaa.... past tense was not the right tense

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“Yoongi dresses up as your favourite character as a sexy, little surprise. He is not ready however for just how good he will get you with it. Not that he is complaining.”

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi dresses up as Levi Ackerman, yep that’s the whole premise of the story, sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, very ferally horny!Reader, rough making out, she just kind of pushes him around & he loves it, she also pins him down on multiple surfaces & rides the living shit out of him, some dirty talk, a very sloppy blowjob, a quick yet rough fuck, creampies, overstimulation (m.receiving), she calls him Captain & he calls her Misses Ackerman and brat for the roleplay, Yoongi is basically this emoji OoO the entire time

Wordcount: 5k

a/n: This is so entirely and sickeningly self-indulgent that’s it’s ridiculous and the OC could very well be called Sibi LMOAO. No, I am not even an ounce ashamed to admit it. Not one teeny tiny, itsy pitsy ounce. This was delicious to work on and has no brain behind it, just pussy 🥵 If you decide to read it, first of all, I see you 😛 and second of all, have fun 🤪💜

The problem with being an adult and having your own adult money is that one can spend said adult money on anything one wants, even if it is something entirely stupid.

Yoongi, adult and owner of his own adult money, did exactly that.

He spent his adult money on something entirely stupid.

Well, he hopes it is not stupid as it is the most important part of an elaborate plan to seduce you, his wife, adult and owner of her own adult money. That fact was beside the point however, as this story was about Yoongi and his adult money and the silly things he purchased over the course of the last two months.

It was a rather tedious process. One which took probably most of his nerves. He did most of the online shopping at work, hunched over his old, grainy desktop while his kindergarten students were napping. Fear not, it wasn’t sextoys he purchased (although he is very certain that you would say so differently) but rather bits and pieces of a perfectly planned out costume. Then over the course of two months he had to make sure that he would be the first one to snatch your shared package deliveries.

At one point he even had to snatch it right out of your hands, telling you lies about it being work-related and totally boring. You looked at him weird and asked him why he was being so protective over all the packages lately which almost made Yoongi spill the entire surprise because of how excited he was about surprising you.

But he didn’t and now after two months and fifteen days all the parts of his costume have finally arrived. Most parts were handcrafted by people, hence why the process took so much time and even more money from him. Too much money. Way too much of his hard earned adult money.

Yoongi isn’t complaining, he is just once again letting one know just how much money he spent on the entire surprise, so if it should fail, he will probably break into tears.

Now, one may wonder what exactly all this ruckus is about. What surprise and why is there talk about costumes? One shall find out.

Yoongi, owner of adult money is husband to the love of his life, his dream girl, his best friend and the biggest, goddamn nerd in history. Anime nerd to be more specific. Attack on Titan to get to the actual point.

Oh, how many times he already had to rewatch this show with you and how many times he had to listen to you absolutely losing your sanity over one of the characters.

Levi Ackerman was his name. The anime called him humanity's strongest soldier, you called him your 2D husband who could get it so hard (your words not his'). At first Yoongi found it quite…vexing to hear such words from his wife, but these days he has accepted his defeat against his greatest rival and just lets you.

Perhaps he is even grateful for him as he gave him the most wonderful of ideas. It was just two months and fifteen days ago and Yoongi had to once again sit through you rewatching your favourite show for the nth time. It was when you reached the third season and began talking about "how hard season three Levi could get it" and that "you would literally open your legs for that man if he ever decides to slide into you like he did into that bar" that you also dropped words along the line of "I think I love him so much because he reminds me of you, Yoobi", which then made Yoongi look up from his phone just to gawk.

You weren’t really aware that you said what you said as you were too busy almost moaning out loud because of Levi flying from roof to roof killing bad guys. Yoongi however was very aware and thus began his elaborate plan of surprising you in the best way possible.

The first thing on his agenda today was going to the hairdresser. He would have done so regardless of the plan because he dearly needed a haircut. However, today he whipped out his phone to show his barber pictures of Levi Ackerman with the shyly mumbled words of "don’t ask, my wife says he reminds her of me. It’s a surprise" to which the barber dearly nodded and then began recreating the look.

Once he was done – and Yoongi had to realise that he looked amazing with an undercut – it was time to drive home and get everything ready for tonight.

He showered, even exfoliated and moisturised, then shaved and fixed his hair. His eyebrows he left untouched because he read somewhere that plucking one’s eyebrows too much can cause serious catastrophes. He hopes that you can forgive him for not recreating the look, but you probably will as you told him on multiple occasions just how attractive you think his eyebrows are.

Afterwards he finally began putting the costume on. He chose to go with season three Levi as he knew that this look was "iconic and literally pussy wetting" in your eyes.

Once his clothes were on, he spent a good time in front of the mirror, twisting and turning and looking at himself. It wasn’t really something he would choose, but he didn’t hate it. He really liked the harnesses however, they made him look rather sexy. Even if the entire surprise fails, Yoongi knows that he will genuinely enjoy them.

And then it was time to wait. You were supposed to finish work earlier today as it was a Friday and you always finish work earlier on Friday.

Yoongi looks at the wall clock. Five minutes to go. Quick! He has to decide on a pose.

He shimmies and shifts, moves and fidgets until finally deciding on sitting on the sofa with his legs slightly spread and one elbow propped up on his own thigh. In his other hand he decides to hold a teacup to really sell the look. He even filled the cup so he could take a nonchalant sip when you came in.

The door unlocks six minutes afterwards, then he can hear you call out.

"Honey, I’m home!"

Yoongi feels dizzy in nervousness. This is so stupid, he thinks, so entirely silly.

"Honey?"

He knows that you are probably confused that he isn’t greeting you by helping you out of the jacket.

"Yoongi? Hey, I’m home!"

Yoongi feels a little bad that he can’t greet you today, but he hopes that once you see him, his cruelty will be forgiven.

"Are you wearing your headphones again? Oh Yoongs, you’re gonna get deaf if you keep doing that", he hears you talk to yourself. He almost has to smile. You know him too well.

"Now where are you? Maybe he is- oh."

Your mouth falls open in shock, you stop abruptly. Now it’s his time. Oh how long he rehearsed the line in front of the mirror. If he messes up now he will burst into tears.

"You're late, did you stop to take a shit somewhere? The tea's cold by now, brat."

Oh he didn’t mess up. Yoongi almost has to wheeze in pure relief.

"Yoongi!!"

Yoongi swears he has never heard your voice reach such frequencies.

"Oh my god, Yoongi! Yoongi! Oh god! Yoongi!" you are screeching, bouncing on the spot.

Yoongi wants to smile but doesn’t, instead he takes a nonchalant sip of his tea.

"Oi, oi what's with all the screeching?" he says in a deep voice, "you'll wake up all of Trost with it."

"Oh yeaah", you straight up roar, jumping into a sprint to literally fling yourself on top of him.

Yoongi coughs out his air, barely finding time to set the tea cup down before you have already climbed on top of him. Although, mounting would be a more appropriate term here. Maybe even straight up attacking.

"Holy fuck, Yoongi. Oh my fuck", you babble, letting out the weirdest noises every now and then as you feel him up crazily.

"You're so sexy, holy fuck. Oh my god, you look like him. Ah oh uh eh, oh my god, even the hair and you even put contact lenses in. Noo and the grey shirt! Aah!" you yell, throwing your head back just to yell even more, "you chose the best look" you faux wail, shaking him by his shoulders, "Min Yoongi, you dangerous maaaan, don’t do that to meee."

Yoongi snickers. This is exactly how he had hoped you would react. All that adult money he spent was totally worth it.

Your head bounces to the front again, your hands grasp him tightly, nails scratching over his undercut. The total madness in your eyes makes Yoongi’s stomach tingle in excitement. Oh, you are so turned on. You don’t even have to tell him, he just knows.

"You are the sexiest motherfucking, perfect man ever. I wanna marry you again and again and again. Ah god nooo the undercut looks so good on youuuu" this time around you actually wail, wiggling your entire body on top of his lap, "Yoongii you are so hooot."

"Tch, you’re giving me a headache", he says in perfect Levi fashion.

Your body freezes up, your eyes land on his face.

A squeak is threatening to spill out of you. You begin bouncing, trembling in excitement as your fingers knead his shoulders.

"Say the line, oh my god."

Yoongi lets out an exasperated sigh, "Are you finally going to say something? I could've had breakfast during the wait."

Once done, he flinches as you literally screech and then fall around him violently.

"I'm literally going to suck the living soul out of your cock, oh my god! I want you so bad, holy fuck "

Yoongi chuckles, placing his hands on your lower back to rub it softly.

"I guess you like it?"

"I fucking love it, Yoongi I want to have your entire lower body inside of me, oh my god. Seriously, live inside my vagina from now on", you are literally moaning the words, humping his thighs while your hands are kneading him as if he was dough.

Yoongi laughs, "ambitious."

"No you don’t understand", you cup his cheeks roughly, squishing them together just so you can shake his head, "this is like literal porn. No, it’s better. You’re better than porn. You are so fuck - urgh - hot. I holy fucking love you omg."

"Did you really just say omg out loud?"

"Yeah", you growl, bouncing again before a squeak runs through you, "aaah I can’t stop looking at you, oh my god, please stand up for a moment, please I want to see."

Yoongi does so gladly, even going so far as to do, how you call it, the Levi signature pose. Basically he has to rest one of his hands on his hips.

You round him like a hungry animal, groping and touching him with strong hands while making the weirdest sounds of approval and commenting about how well made all of this is and how every detail is just perfect and that you want him to literally slice you apart like a little apple. Yoongi just lets it happen, trying his hardest not to snicker.

"Aah I can’t", he hears behind him, then the low thump of something falling on the ground can be heard.

Yoongi turns, coming to realise that it was you who fell to the ground.

"Yoongiii", you wail with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, "your butt looks so goooood."

He laughs, squatting down just so he can be eye to eye with you.

"Is this costume related or a fact?"

"Booooth, I don’t knoow, I wanna have you so bad", you call out, flinching in surprise when he reaches out to touch your cheek.

Your eyes meet. You have just the slightest glassiness in your gaze.

Yoongi gives you a playful smile, looking so good doing it.

"Fuck, you look so hot urgh", you spit, latching yourself onto his lips.

Yoongi barely has time to breathe or close his eyes. Or find balance for the matter as just seconds later, he lies flat on the ground while you are on top of him, kissing him oh so roughly.

It's not even a gentle introduction to the kiss. It's just teeth on his lips and tongue down his throat and deep moans while hands are groping and squeezing and feeling him up all over and Yoongi is in fucking heaven, groping you with just as much vigour and kissing you back with just as much hunger.

It's insane just how good he seems to get you. Now bear in mind, Yoongi likes to argue that he always gets you good, but it’s almost unbelievable just how horny you seem to be because of the costume.

Not even ten minutes into the sloppy make out session and you have already lost your skirt and your blouse somehow is missing three buttons. Yoongi’s hair is completely ruined by now as well, but you seem to like it as you took one look at him then moaned loudly and then kissed him so deeply that Yoongi had to groan from getting his nose squished against your cheek.

"Fuck I want you. I want you so bad", you mumble between kisses, humping his lap in nothing but your panties.

Yoongi moans each time you do, telling you with an eager tongue that he wants you just as bad.

It is another ten minutes later and your shirt is officially gone while Yoongi’s grey shirt has been messily punched up underneath the harness. His fair skin is covered in your grope marks. Red scratches and crescent moon shaped bruises where your nails dug in.

His hands are busy palming your tits, doing so with eager desperation. Even through the fabric of your bralette he can feel just how hard your nipples are. How turned on he has you, how deeply into him you are. Wet pussy on his thigh and hard nipples between his fingers. Yoongi is so happy for the outcome of this surprise.

He gets yanked up all of a sudden with the help of his chest harness. The kiss breaks, Yoongi finally gets to look into your fiery eyes. Mania and madness. Fiery lust and hungry desperation. You look like sex personified right now, with your lingerie covering your best parts and your lips so swollen from kissing. You are the sexiest woman, Yoongi is so goddamn obsessed.

"I can't anymore. Get on the couch. I wanna have you right here and now", you order in a harsh growl.

He is dizzy, nodding his head in obedience. You help him get up, dragging him by the harness and then pushing him until the back of his knees collide with the couch and he falls.

"Uff", he lets out, "you're really getting at it roughly aren’t you?"

"You're so hot, holy fuck", you tell him, dropping to your knees right between his spread legs.

Yoongi knows exactly what you are going to do and so he lifts his hip with trembling knees until you finally tug his pants down far enough to free his hard cock. The harnesses around his thighs make the whole ordeal a little difficult, but you are way too determined to give up and so Yoongi finds himself with his cock and balls out while the pants stretch around his thighs.

"That's also a way to get me na-" he can’t finish his sentence.

You sink down on him with a moan, welcoming as much of him as you can fit while feeling up the rest.

"Fuck", Yoongi groans, denting the couch by throwing his head back against the backrest, "holy fuck that's so, ah, so deep."

You give him gurgled moans and a sloppy gag, bopping your head up and down his cock quickly.

Never in your life have you wanted his cock as much as you do today. You literally want to eat him up, devour him, consume him. This is the best surprise he ever made you. Fuck, you love him so much, you want him so bad.

"Ah ___", he sounds breathy, breathless even. His hands rest themselves on your head, giving you warmth and a certain pressure.

You take in even more of him, drooling all around him while making the neediest of moans. Quite frankly Yoongi can barely function. He didn’t even know that you could be so sloppy, that you could be so greedy and so unapologetically nasty.

It's maddening really, leaving him with ringing ears and a throbbing, oh so sensitive cock.

"Fuck", he presses out under his breath. It was nothing but a whisper, followed by a shuddering breath.

"Yeah fuck", you agree, spitting into your palm just so you can use it to jerk him off. Fast and rough.

Yoongi lifts himself from the couch for just a second, chasing your strong touch with eager thrusts. He would have done so longer, hadn't you forced his hips back into the pillow with a punishing grip on his waist.

"Stay down, Captain. I'm taking care of you", you spit, twisting your hand around his swollen cockhead.

"You're insane", he croaks, "fucking insane."

He is looking at you, even if it is hard. Silvery eyes half lidded and obsidian hair hanging into his sculpted brows. His cheeks, once ivory, carry the faintest of red. His pink lips are so puffy from kissing, currently sitting between his teeth as he bites down on them.

"Fuck, look at you Captain", the fantasy has a hold of you and Yoongi is loving it, "looking so fucking good like this", you croak, opening your mouth just to swallow him up again.

Yoongi’s eyes widen, his lower lip bounces from between his teeth, his long fingers grip the edge of the sofa.

"A-haah", he lets out shakily, parting his lips further, "ah, hah, a-ah."

You are sucking him, changing it up with quick licks right on his frenulum and leaking slit. Strong sucks and quick flicks of your tongue. The combination is deadly and Yoongi is dying.

His eyes fall closed, his head tilts back to reveal his throat to your eyes.

"Ah, god", he groans, keeping his mouth agape to make the neediest of sounds. He is in actual heaven.

You are a natural in sloppy blowjobs. The best. The actual best. Fast and rough, yet so tender and skilled. Wet and hot and oh so greedy.

"Good", he moans, arching his back, "so good. So good."

"Yeah and tasty. You taste so good, Captain", you rasp and swirl your tongue over his cockhead.

“Fuck”, he laughs, “you calling me like that is kinda hot”, he confesses as he spills new excitement.

You lick it right up with a grateful moan, squeezing his cock oh so tightly between your fingers. The pressure is sending electricity through his veins. You connect your lips with his tip and suck. Just the most sensitive part of it, right on top. Hungrily and roughly, you suck and suck, giving him the sweetest moans while your fingers are jacking him off quickly.

Yoongi tenses up, feeling his stomach tighten and his skin become as hot as fire.

"Honey, gonna cum", he croaks, throbbing in your fingers.

The sucking stops, the heat in his stomach dies down. Yoongi huffs out air and groans, squeezing the sofa cushion in agony.

"Not yet", you say, kissing his balls sloppily, "wanna ride you first, Captain."

“You’re cruel”, he croaks, “how should I, I hold back?”

“Don’t know, think of something”, you say with little pity in your voice.

You let go of his cock and stand up. Yoongi watches with a droopy head as you pull down your panties and step out of them. Next you get rid of your bralette, throwing it on the ground.

“Holy shit honey, you are so sexy”, he moans, feeling his cock throb at the view. He married the sexiest woman.

You give him a little pose, climbing on top of his lap afterwards.

“You like what you’re seeing, Captain?” you ask him in a sultry voice.

“So much. I married the most beautiful woman, Misses Ackerman”, he plays right along, flinching in surprise when this makes you squeal and then grab his cheeks roughly.

“Shut up oh my god, Yoongi”, you growl, “you can’t just make us be married, what the hell?”

“Why not?” he laughs, “we’re married too, I’m not gonna make us unmarried.”

“Urgh baby, I’m literally gonna ruin you”, you growl and grab his cock just to take him in.

"Fuck", Yoongi curses, tensing up at the intensity of your tripping pussy around his cock.

You dropped right down on him, giving neither you nor him any sort of warning. Just as you don’t give the two if you any time to getting used to the fuck.

“Honey please”, he squeaks out, having to gasp for air.

Your fingers twist in the straps of his chest harness. Rough and strong. You use them to literally pin him against the sofa, using the position to bounce on him with all your might.

"Fu-u-uck ___, holy fuck", he moans, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, "you're fucking crazy. Urgh! God!"

"I'm crazy, so fucking crazy. You drive me insane. Oh my god I want to literally rip you apart, you perfect thing."

You give him a harsh shake, the kind which makes his back arch and his head tilt back. Like this his neck is exposed to you, giving way to the pearls of sweat running down right to his exposed collarbones.

You lick right along his throat, sending shivers through his nimble body.

“Wanna eat you up, you sweet kitten. Wanna ruin you, fuck”, you pant, twisting more of his harness to pull him closer. His jawline is under your teeth, getting marked up and bitten with eager hunger. Your hips, still merciless, begin rolling back and forth as they bounce.

"Argh, fuck", he groans, "please slow, gonna cum otherwise.”

“No. Hold back”, you order in a growl, “wanna fuck hard and fast.”

“You’re cruel”, he whines, but laughs, “please, I’m just a, a w-weak man.”

“No you’re not. You’re humanity’s strongest soldier. So hold back Captain, hold back until I tell you to let go”, you carry mania in your voice, it makes you sound raspier than usual.

You straighten back up, using his strong shoulders for support. The sofa is creaking under your movements, Yoongi is squeaking.

“Wanna bounce on you, babyboy. Wanna ruin that cock for anyone except me.”

Yoongi grabs your hips so tightly that it hurts. He presses out a graphic curse and a fruitless plead for your mercy with his eyes rolled back.

But mercy doesn’t come and so Yoongi is bound to climax deep inside of you with a weak whimper of your name. He is shaking, seeing stars, feeling dizzy. It’s a good orgasm, because it’s intense and hot. But as good as it is, it also feels like torture. He disobeyed you and Yoongi has been your husband long enough to know that such disobedience has consequences.

“Did you just cum?” you ask, not slowing down. There they are. The consequences. Overstimulation to the point where Yoongi feels like bursting into tears.

“Yeah”, he croaks, twitching aggressively each time you drop down on him. His cock is so sensitive. He feels every inch your warm walls hug and it burns. Burns so much.

“Fuck, Yoongi. Didn’t I tell you not to?”

“S-sorry I, I couldn’t help it- ah”, he groans, squeezing his eyes into little slits while furrowing his brows. His cock weeps, throbbing painfully while your pussy is forcing it to stay hard, “was too much”, he whines, “honey please slow.”

“No?” you laugh in amusement, “you know the rules. You cum without permission and I get to use your weak cock as a dildo. It’s only fair.”

“Fuck ___ you’re cruel”, he whines.

“Yeah, I’m so cruel. So crazy for you, Captain”, you agree, pulling him closer by his harness until you can kiss him breathtakingly roughly.

Yoongi whimpers into the kiss, letting you lick into his mouth and bite his lips until he feels like screaming. The fuck feels better because of it. Still hot and his cock still feels like bursting in overstimulation, but the kiss grounds him, pulls him into the moment, soothes him. It’s not a soothing kiss per say, of course not, you are basically eating him up, but Yoongi loves kissing you during sex. He finds great comfort in it. It reminds him that you love him and that he loves you.

He loves that reminder.

“___”, he sighs and wraps his strong arms around your waist. He broadens his stance and begins meeting your movements in quick ruts up.

“Y-Yoongi”, you mewl into the kiss.

“Like it?” he asks, panting quickly.

“Yeah…love it…fuck Captain, you…yes”, you moan, stumbling into a sloppy and terribly wet kiss all whilst grinding your hips into him in a needy rhythm.

Yoongi may be suffering right now, his cock may be aching for a break, and his head may be pounding loudly, but he wants to please you so bad that he ignores all those aches. He wants to make you cum right on top of him, throw you over the edge and get you to heaven and back. This is his duty as your loving husband. Please you. Please you. And please you even more. It’s the kisses which motivate him. Your sweet, sweet lips on his' and your greedy hands running along his undercut.

Yoongi moans into you, fucking you with all his might. He wants to please. Oh, he wants to please so well. He loves how you touch his scalp, loves how you feel up his undercut, loves how you mewl into the kiss and he loves how you feel around him. Your pussy is so warm, so wet, so tight in pleasure. He knows that you are clenching down on him, that you are chasing the heat that comes with squeezing right around him. He is aware that you are mostly doing it for yourself, because you’ve told him just how good it feels to do a kegel when he’s inside, but fuck, it feels incredible for him too.

He chases it, even if his cock is twitching. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, better and better. Hips meet hips, your ass feels oh so squishy each time it connects with his thighs, your body trembles under his fingertips.

"Fuck, Yoongi, f-fuck", the kiss breaks as you let your head fall down. Now it’s resting against him, forehead against forehead and noses rubbing together while your hot breaths are intermingling.

"Is good? Like it?" he asks and pants for air, holding your hips to grind them against him. He can feel your clit rubbing against him, knowing very well that this is going to make you cum for sure. You love it when he does that, when you can grind against him as his cock is inside. It always gets you, he knows it does because he fucked you a hundred million times and knows your body like no other.

"So good, ah baby", your voice pitches in pleasure, you tighten around him, "close."

"Let go, let go Misses Ackerman", he whispers, feeling you tense even more.

Your hips stutters, your nails dig into the nape of his neck.

"Fuck", you squeeze your eyes shut, "Min Yoongi you dangerous…man… ah god", you press out and moan, throwing your head back as your body falls into its high.

Yoongi holds you through it, watching your face morph into the prettiest expression with his heart pounding in his chest. He loves this so much. You are so beautiful. Feel so good too. This is it. His purpose. He is finally fulfilling it. Fuck, it feels so good.

"Urgh god", you come down with an arch of your back, growing slack against him.

Your arms are hooked behind his head, your cheek is resting on his shoulder and every now and then your body twitches as a shiver runs through it.

"Holy moly", you mumble, huffing out air.

"Yeah, right?" Yoongi agrees, feeling up your ass and back. He can’t deny it, he is still so horny. His cock has just started to enjoy the sensations again and having your warm walls pulsate as an aftermath of your high feels incredible to him. He is aching to fuck up into you again, but doesn’t for the sake of you catching your breath.

"I feel like we didn’t have a quickie in ages", you say and laugh breathily.

"Yeah right? That was intense. You’re crazy."

"I know, it’s the costume. You’re literally the sexiest man ever and now you’re looking even sexier and I can’t help myself."

Yoongi chuckles, squeezing your buttocks.

"So you like it?"

"Yes. I love it. This is gonna be used often from now on."

"Understood", Yoongi mumbles and grins. You are really so whipped. Spending all his adult money was so worth it.

You lift your head then, meeting his droopy gaze. You feel droopy yourself.

"Please leave the costume on", you say, already feeling him up again.

Yoongi chuckles, "fine, I’m leaving it on. Good god, you brat."

"Aaah don’t say that, I’m gonna get horny again."

He snorts, "you're so funny. You don’t even like that word or being called like that."

"Yeah, but it's different because Levi’s just saying that lovingly and that’s why it gets me and now you say it looking like him and it gets me."

"I think everything he does gets you."

You nod your head vigorously and giggle.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly, "of course he does."

"Yes, but you get me better. You know that you do", you whine, nudging his chest, "so much better.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do. Oh my god, Yoongi I love you. Thank you for this surprise. You look so handsome, I’m gonna cry", you say and pull him into a deep kiss while your hips begin moving again.

Yoongi sighs, welcoming the movement with eager hips.

Needless to say, he is in for a long and wild night.

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