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Jin and Tonic

Hanging out at Jin's restaurant, Jin and Tonic, you indulge in some fancy wine until he remembers your date - that was over an hour ago. Trying to salvage the night, he gives you an inch, to which of course, you take a mile. But it's okay, he can't resist you begging anyways.

(Kim Seokjin x f!reader, explicit, intoxication, 6,000 words)

The atmosphere of Jin’s restaurant was perfect. You watched as people went in and out, enjoying their meals that you knew were made with love. Jin was an amazing chef, he really did deserve his restaurant and the local awards he’s won so far. Sitting at a private table towards the back of the dining area, you sipped your wine as you people watched. 

All sorts of people came through to eat. People with families, people on first dates, business meetings, friend groups, just about everyone could afford to come. There were high dollar meals all the way to simple children’s dishes - there was something for everyone. 

Your favorite dish, however, was not on the menu. Your eyes followed one of the servers who dodged a large tray of drinks, easily slipping under the other server’s arm and back into the kitchen. You could’ve followed him and snuck back there, but you were too scared to cause <i>another</i> accident. While Jin had infinite patience for you, you didn’t want to make any of the other employees’ lives difficult. 

Pouting as you filled your glass back up, you swirled the wine absentmindedly. He was supposed to be off over an hour ago, coming to sweep you off your feet and back home for a stay-in date. You were ravenous for him, practically starving for just a taste of him. However, he was devoted to his craft, to his child - the restaurant.

It wasn’t as if his sous chefs were incapable of manning the kitchen without him, he just loved spending time making food for people. Oftentimes, he would peruse the dining area and ask the patrons how their meals were, toss a couple of bad jokes in for the kids, and then make his way back to the kitchen once more. 

You weren’t sure if he had forgotten your little date rendezvous or if he had just lost track of time, but you were about ready to hunt him down and drag him back home by his ear. Pouting further, you sighed as you tipped your glass of wine into your mouth, blinking as it was empty. Kicking your feet petulantly, you huffed and watched the kitchen door like a hawk. It was the reason you and he always used this table, it had a prime view of the kitchen - not exactly desirable to the average diner. 

One of the servers you knew seemed to take pity on you, smiling faintly as they darted into the kitchen doors. “Ah, chef, I think your flower is wilting out there.” Furrowing his brow, Jin looked over his shoulder for a second before plating the steak and veggies, artistic swirls of sauce and garnish enhancing the beauty of the dish. 

Blinking, he wracked his mind over and over. “Flower... Did I order flowers for the host station?” As he walked briskly around the kitchen, checking over the others’ areas for cleanliness and snatching any too-dirty towels to be replaced, the server followed hot on his heels. 

“I’m talking about your wife, Seokjin-nim! She’s downed almost the whole bottle of wine you had picked out for you to share! She’s probably about ready to come in here and skin you herself.” The server almost collided into the older man’s back, Jin stopping in his tracks with a gasp. 

His wide eyes flew to the clock over the exit, stuttering over his words for a split second, “Fuck! It’s been- oh god, shit. I have to go. Is everyone okay here without me for the rest of the evening?” Amongst the shouts of agreement, he felt his own heart pounding in his ears. It had been an hour and forty minutes since he said he was going to join you. Slapping his forehead, he flagged down his best chef, “Can you make those two plates to go for me? I’ll need to just grab her and run. Oh! And can you put in a few pieces of tonight’s dessert? Two pieces of each of the cakes and pies, thanks!” 

With that, he dashed towards the exit doors before stopping, smoothing his hair and apron before going to get you. He’d take you back to his office to drink some water and some preemptive pain killers, then grab the food and go. Clearing his throat, he took a calming breath and slipped out the doors, expertly dodging servers and hosts. 

Jin’s gaze found you immediately, a soft smile on his lips and anxiety melting away. While he was worried you’d be upset, he knew you’d forgive him. Preparing himself for whatever treatment he was about to receive, he made his way to your little table, slipping in front of you and tilting your head up from where you had been staring down at your phone. 

Once you met his gaze, and your hair was out of the way, he sighed as he saw your screen. It was playing a video of the two of you on your wedding day, years and years younger than you were now. Finding your line of sight again, he leaned in a bit closer, “They’re getting our dinner ready and then we can go home, baby. How does that sound?” 

Sighing heavily, you pulled his hand back to your cheek and laid heavily against it, smiling as Jin giggled softly. Blinking owlishly at him, you smiled, “Can we go to your office and wait? I don’t wanna fall asleep out here. I gotta wake up a little.” Nodding, he got up and helped you stand as well, steadying you easily. 

With one hand on the small of your back, he led you to the offices down the hall, slipping into his easily. You bit your lip as you reached around him and locked it with a cheeky grin. Licking his lips, he directed you to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk, “Are you feeling okay, jagiya? Do you need anything?” Your voice was a soft hum as you asked him for water, melting into the new seat and tilting your head up and back. 

Once he returned with your water, you drank gratefully from it, nearly downing half of it instantly. “How long until we get to go home?” Jin looked up from where he had been shamelessly watching your legs as you kicked them, ankles crossed. 

Clearing his throat, he blushed lightly, “It shouldn’t be too long, I would think.” 

Nibbling on your lip, you tucked your legs under your chair as you stared up at your tall and broad husband, “Enough time for us to have a little fun?~” He laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. Before he could speak some sense into you, you reached out and grabbed a hold of his apron, pouting, “Please? Can’t I just suck oppa’s cock? Or maybe I can eat your ass.” 

Blushing hotly, he looked at the door, huffing with a smile when he saw it was indeed locked. Shaking his head, he looked down at you again. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes half lidded, though he was sure it was the wine and not at all you trying to be seductive. Grabbing your wrist, he tugged your hand free and sat you back into the chair. “My sweet baby, I don’t think we have time for that. Let’s just wait until we get home, okay?” 

Whining, you shook your head, looking up at him with big eyes, “No~ I’ll be too sleepy and we’ll both be too fat and happy after dinner. C’mon, please can I suck you off, jagi? I can finger you too, if you want.” 

Tossing his head back, he laughed breathlessly, “You’re a vixen! No, we aren’t doing anything, besides I don’t even keep lube in here, baby girl. You’re gonna have to wait.” He groaned as he looked down at your heartbroken expression, your lip trembling dramatically. Looking pointedly away, he huffed, “You can’t change my mind! I’m being responsible. Besides, you’re drunk.” 

Sniffling loudly, you couldn’t help but smile, even with a tearful voice to try to get him to give in, “You love when I blow you when I’m drunk! You say it’s messy and wet and dirty like how you really like it.” You watched as his shoulders sank a bit, cheeks heating up. Licking your lips, you grinned, voice teasing, “C’mon, oppa. Please? I’ll never ask for anything else ever again.” 

He laughed loudly, “You’re such a liar! I bet in the car you’ll ask if you can give me road head, too.” 

You gasped loudly, grin widening, “I can give you road head, too? Ahhh~ oppa is so sweet to his jagiya.” Gasping as if he was scandalized, he laughed as he rubbed his forehead. 

Sighing, he stepped closer and brushed your hair out of your face, tilting your head up, “You’re a dirty girl. You wanna suck oppa’s cock so badly?” You nodded, a smile on your flushed face. Jin licked his lips slowly, eyes flicking to the door. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done something indecent in his office, but he really was itching to get you home and into bed. Letting you start the foreplay here was almost a trap, you’d want to lavish him and make him cum until he passed out. 

It wasn’t fair, he wanted to be the one ravishing you. He shuddered as he thought of the last time the two of you had been intimate, it was nearly a wrestling match until you managed to overpower him at the last second. He’d say he’d learned his lesson in letting his guard down, but you had pegged him so hard he was sure he had met god - so actually he wasn’t that interested in learning his lesson. 

Tonight, however, he had wanted it to be about you. Though, he supposed an early orgasm wouldn’t hurt, he’d still have his stamina when he got the both of you home, and maybe you’d have sobered up by then. 

Making the decision, he licked his plump lips slowly, fingers tracing your jaw. Coming up to rest on your cheek, he brushed his thumb over your lips, watching as you grinned widely. He didn’t need you to open your mouth to know you were already drooling. “Can you be a good girl and take all of me, jagiya? Can you be quiet for oppa and let oppa fuck your mouth?” 

You nodded quickly, scooting forward to get on your knees, but he stopped you quickly. Whispering for you to follow him, he rounded his desk, reaching into the bottom drawer and pulling out a plump meditation pillow. Setting it on the floor in front of his chair and slightly under his desk, then covering it with his apron that he slipped off, he motioned for you to come closer, but with a finger to his lip, making sure you were quiet as well. 

Covering your mouth as you giggled, you wobbled almost uncomfortably close, falling into his chest as soon as you were touching him. Pulling you with him, he stood you in front of your little throne that was just slightly under his desk. Helping you kneel down, he raked his crooked fingers through your hair. 

Without needing to say anything, he watched as you basked in his attention before making eye contact and sitting up on your knees slightly. Your hands fumbled a bit with his belt before dragging his slacks down his thick thighs. He watched as you whimpered in the back of your throat before you dove forward, nuzzling his clothed half hard cock. 

Your breath was hot against him and he shuddered, hand tightening in your hair. As he pulled slightly, you moaned softly, mouthing at his shaft over his boxer briefs. Swallowing thickly, you pulled back a bit before hooking your fingertips into the waistband and dragged them down his body, cock freed and blushing. 

Jin could practically see hearts in your eyes and swirling around your head. Sitting down heavily in his chair, he tried to not jump as the cold leather hit his burning skin. Scooting closer to you, he spread his legs wide once you shoved his pants to his ankles. 

Without waiting, you immediately grabbed his thighs and nuzzled your face against his base, inhaling his musky scent and kissing his dark bush. Moaning softly, he watched as you gave him featherlight kisses all around his cock and belly. You sucked marks onto the insides of his thighs as your hand slipped between them to cup his heavy package. 

Groaning tightly, he covered his mouth with one hand and kept the other in your hair. For a split second, he worried he’d end up making a mess once you got him off - it <i>had</i> been a few nights and he hadn’t had the time to jerk himself off. However, he knew you’d be just as desperate to drink up all his cum just as much as you were dying to lick his cock. 

Pressing kisses to the base of his shaft, you kissed and licked his package, moaning softly as you did so. You tried to keep as quiet as you could, knowing in the back of your mind that you were just in his back office. There really wasn’t that much space between here and the kitchen. Though you were sure some of the staff knew what you did when you visited. 

Grinning, you held his shaft in your hand as he got harder, stiffening in your grip. Slowly, you licked from the bottom of his package up to the fuzzy base of his cock, then up to the flushed tip. Dipping your tongue across his slit, you sighed at the salty taste. Flicking your eyes up to Jin, you squealed quietly as his head was bent forward, cheeks and ears blushed red and his plump lip between his teeth. 

Giggling bashfully, you hid your face against his thigh and you heard him groan, the hand in your hair pulling hard, “Don’t. You don’t get to beg oppa to suck his fat cock and then get shy. Be a good girl and take it.” His harsh words had you wiggling in your spot, whining and looking up at him with big eyes. 

Swallowing thickly, you took a deep breath before immediately taking all of him into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat as you nuzzled your face lower and lower until you were pressed into his bush. He slapped his free hand over his mouth, tossing his head back and nearly crying out. Panting, he jerked his hips as you stayed lowered on him, your hot throat squeezing him as you swallowed, gagging slightly. 

Panting, he tugged your hair a bit, slowly dragging you off of him. Gently, he coaxed you back down onto his cock, licking his lips as he fucked your mouth. Spreading his legs wider, his free hand slipped down to squeeze his thigh, focusing on your expression to make sure he didn’t push you too far and to keep himself grounded. Swallowing his mouthful of drool, he hissed as you sucked him tight. 

You braced one hand on his knee as the other cupped his package, squeezing gently. He whimpered softly, his hand picking up speed pulling your hair as he dropped you down lower just to pull you up a bit before pushing down harder. Gasping your name softly, he rocked his hips, meeting your lips as his eyes fluttered shut. 

Moaning as your fingers bit into his knee, he moved his hand to brace against the chair as his hips moved quicker. Panting heavily, he held you still as he bucked into your mouth, muscles tense as he lost himself in the pleasure of your wet mouth. You moaned around his cock, eyes watering and unfocused as you let him fuck your face, drool slipping past your lips. 

Crying out, he stood from the chair, biting his lip harshly as both hands held your head in place, hips bucking and thrusting into your mouth. Gasping, he shuddered as your muffled sounds echoed in his head, pleasure racking him as you sucked around his throbbing cock, your hand still squeezing his heavy package. Whispering under his breath, he whimpered your name over and over, gasping softly. 

You whimpered as your hands braced against his thighs as his rhythm got rougher and sloppier. Head spinning from the wine, you dropped your jaw fully and let him use you. Your mouth tasted saltier as his precum coated your tongue, his face flushed and pinched as he approached his orgasm. 

Trying to focus on his face, you squeezed his thigh as you felt yourself get wetter. His muffled sounds were driving you insane, and you so desperately wanted to tease him. Gagging as he dragged your face to his base, grinding for a moment before pulling you back just to thrust in heavily again. Tears fell from your eyes as you moaned wantonly around him when you had a second to catch your breath. 

With a muffled whine, Jin tossed his head back, “F-Fuck, baby, gonna make me cum- aah! Be a good girl, fuck, s’much, oh god-” His thrusts got rougher before finally pulling out of your mouth, hand keeping your head back as he hissed for you to drag your dress down. 

Hands fumbling with the stretchy neckline, you kept your mouth open and tongue out as he jerked himself off, low groans leaving his clenched shut jaw as he finished on your face and cleavage. You whimpered as his hand nearly pulled your hair out as he squeezed his cock tight, cum covering your tongue, cheeks, hairline, and dripping and running down into your cleavage and bra. 

Once he had emptied his massive load all over you, he gasped for breath as he fell back into his chair, slick skin sticking to the leather. Panting heavily, he slowly loosened his hand before tugging you weakly up to perch in his lap. You pressed against his chest as he held you, your free hand gathering his mess and licking your fingertips clean. 

Jin pouted, huffing as he grabbed your wrist of the hand against his chest and forcibly dragged you closer to him. You whined and wiggled against him, “M’gonna get you all dirty, oppa~” He laughed softly, nuzzling the top of your head and basking in the warmth of your body against his. 

Sighing, he kept you close as he caught his breath, “How do you feel, jagiya? Is your tummy upset? Do you feel sick? Was I too rough? Do you have a headache or anything?” You laughed at all his questions, slapping his chest lightly as you coughed roughly, throat sore and head aching where he had had your hair in a near vice grip. 

For a long moment, he held you tight in his arms, heartbeat relaxing from his intense orgasm. You sat quietly in his lap, breathing softly and calming down as well. A knock interrupted your intimate moment, one of his chefs saying he was leaving the food outside the door in a warming bag. Calling out a quick thank you, Jin readjusted you in his arms, rubbing his cheek in your hair as he sighed heavily. 

Before he could speak, you whined softly, “No~ I’m comfy, I don’t wanna get up.” Smiling softly at your slurred words and drowsy tone, he slipped his arm from around you and helped you stand up slowly. 

Cooing softly, he kissed your forehead, sticking out his tongue at the dried cum on his lips, “We gotta go home, baby. Don’t you want a bath? You’re a little dirty.” You giggled softly, bleary eyes looking up at him while his cum dried on your face, in your hair, and all over your chest. Wincing slightly at the mess, he smiled as he dragged your dress back up to cover your bra before tugging his pants and briefs back up, buckling them and rolling his shoulders. 

Taking your hands again, he kissed your knuckles before leading you slowly to the door. Grabbing one of the face masks he had hanging off a hook, he helped you put it on before tossing his jacket over your shoulders and tugging it closed over your chest. 

Once he was sure you were at least decently covered and hidden, he opened the door and grabbed the food before taking your hand once more and leading you out of the side door. Waving at the employees on their smoke and vape breaks, he kept you under his arm as he led you to the parking lot. 

Once he had you inside and buckled, he tossed the food into the back seat before starting up the car and driving the both of you home. Parking in the garage, he giggled as he saw you tilted to the side, passed out. Shaking his head, he grabbed the food and took it inside to the kitchen before coming back out for you. Gently, he woke you up and helped lead you inside. Stretching tall once you were in the kitchen, you rolled your shoulders before stripping off the mask and Jin’s jacket. 

Grabbing a cold water bottle, your husband stood in front of you, petting your crusty hair, “Here, drink this. Do you want to go to bed, or do you wanna eat?” Slowly, you downed half the water before covering your mouth and hiccuping. Mumbling how you wanted to shower, Jin maneuvered you around the house. 

Stripping your clothes off of you, he made sure the water was the perfect temperature before stripping down and joining you. Groaning at the feel of the water, he helped you wash your hair and body, basking in each others’ presence and not speaking much. You hummed as he massaged your legs, still feeling a bit stiff after being under his desk. 

Washing himself quickly to get rid of the kitchen smell, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying you off carefully. Rubbing the towel over your hair, he gasped softly, “Where’s my little baby? Where did she go?” Giggling, you pushed the towel out of your face to see Jin’s grin, “There she is! I thought I had lost you. What would I do without you?” 

With a heavy sigh, you leaned against him, “You’d be so cold at night.” 

Laughing softly, he dried himself before leading you back to the bedroom, “Yah, I’d lose my wife and my radiator. That would be terrible.” Helping you slip under the blankets, he kissed your forehead before whispering he would be back. Making his way back to the kitchen, he put dinner into proper tupperware containers and grabbed more water. 

Closing the bedroom door softly behind him, he put one of the water bottles on your nightstand before slipping in behind you once his was on his table as well. Bringing himself close to you, he nuzzled into the back of your head and deeply inhaled the scent of your shampoo. 

Gasping softly as you backed into him, he reached down and held your hip in place as you wiggled against him. With a breathless laugh, he shook his head slightly, “You’re insatiable. C’mon, it’s late, jagiya. Let’s get some sleep.” 

Slowly, you turned around in his hold, eyes fluttering as you teetered on the edge of sleep, “Please, oppa~ touch me~” Jin kissed you softly before pulling away, laughing as you leaned in close for another. 

“Yah, I’m not your boyfriend anymore, jagi.” Smiling as you kissed the corner of his lips, just to then miss again and kiss his nose, he giggled, “You’re drunk, let’s just get some sleep.” 

Your whines turned petulant, “But oppa loves it when I call him oppa~” As he pulled his face away, you huffed and kissed his chest before licking and sucking on his nipple. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, his hand came up to rest against the back of your head, “Yeobo, please-” Groaning as you nibbled on him, he couldn’t help but buck his hips, “I don’t want you to- ahh~ to get sick, baby.” 

Moving to the other side of his chest, you gently pushed him onto his back, “I’ll let you know if I don’t feel good, oppa. Besides, I was so excited when I got to suck oppa’s cock in his office, won’t you take me, too?” 

Huffing, he rolled his eyes, rubbing your back softly, “You’ll pass out the second you cum.” Kissing the top of your head, he groaned as you nipped him, “Fuck- I don’t wanna be too rough with you, yeobo. Not while you’re already such a sleepy and wasted baby.”

Pouting, you looked up at him with a determined gaze, “Fine, then I’ll do it myself.” Gasping as you slid off of him, you leaned over to the bottom drawer in your nightstand, fishing out a vibrator. 

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he laughed as he tugged you back, ignoring how you wiggled in his arms. Taking the toy from your hands, he kissed the back of your neck, “You’re naughty. Thinking you can use your toys all by yourself when I’m right here.” 

Turning around in his grip, you reached for your toy, eyes tired but still wearing a huffy expression, “If you don’t wanna hurt me and go to sleep then I’m not stopping you. Now give it back, some of us have needs and didn’t get our dick sucked tonight.” He whined louder than you as he handed it to you, “If you don’t want to touch me then you can just listen as mister rabbit gets me off instead.” 

Pouting his lips, he grabbed you around the waist, “You’ll tell me if you feel sick or anything?” You licked your lips, smiling. Your sweet husband was so easy to predict. Nodding, you let him toss the toy back into your drawer before he tugged you beneath him, gently. 

Kissing you slowly, he eased his tongue into your mouth. Licking your teeth, he tilted your head up higher, pressing himself between your legs as he moaned softly. You lifted your legs up as best you could, muscles wobbling as you laid under him. Lifting them higher, he hooked his arms around you and moved so that your hips were tilted up, heavy cock resting against your cunt. 

Breaking away from you, he watched as you smiled and moaned softly, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks and sigh dreamily. Blushing, he turned his face into one of your palms, kissing you softly. Looking down at you, he felt his heart flutter - your face flushed, your eyes dazed as you looked up at him. 

Licking his lips, he pulled back from your hands to nip one of your fingertips, watching as you squeaked and tugged your hands back to rest on either side of your head. Adjusting your legs tossed over his forearms, he lowered you a bit so that he was pressed against you, stretching his hand to slip just the tip into you. 

He bit his lip, eyes flicking up to watch you carefully as he pressed deeper inside. Even without touching you, you were still so wet and welcoming for him. Moaning softly, he bucked into you, listening as you squealed and arched your back. 

Panting as you wrapped around him, he couldn’t help but smile, “You’re really this wet after blowing me an hour ago, baby?” Your hands sluggishly crept up to his hands that gripped your thick thighs, petting over his crooked digits. 

With a dopey smile and closed eyes, you rested your cheek on the pillow under you, looking perfectly content, “Ahh~ oppa didn’t just let me blow him, oppa fucked my face and used me so good. It was really hot.” He blushed wildly, whimpering at your words. Bucking against you, he moaned as he nearly got lost in the image of using you for his pleasure back in his office. You fit perfectly under his desk, and in the back of his mind, he wondered if he could get you to cockwarm him on days he had to work there.

Leaning down, he scattered kisses all over your face and let your legs rest against his chest with your ankles over his shoulders. “My good girl, you took me so well. Now it’s your turn to feel good, isn’t it?” You nodded excitedly, eyes cracking open so you could place a kiss on his plump lips. 

Settling his weight back onto his knees, he pushed both hands on either side of the pillow before pulling back and slowly sinking into you again. He knew the pace would probably drive the both of you crazy, but he didn’t want to jostle you around. Rolling his hips, his thrusts were gentle and deep, reaching inside you every time. The both of you moaned, eyes locked as you made love. 

Dropping to his forearm, he slid your legs down a bit so you weren’t bent in half. Shoving his face into your neck, he tried to keep himself grounded and calm as you tightened around him unevenly. With a choked groan, he bit you, sinking his teeth into your sweaty skin. 

He couldn’t believe how wet you were. Sure you were wasted and that always got you hot and bothered, and yeah he might’ve lost control in his office - but fuck, he panted against you heatedly, resisting the urge to lean back onto his heels and pound you until you were screaming, your burning cunt squeezing him tightly as you giggled breathlessly next to him. 

In the haze of your mind, you still tried to meet Jin’s thrusts as he made slow love to you, squeezing him as tight as you could when you remembered. His moans and gasps right beside you had you getting wetter and wetter, making you dizzy with desperation. You scratched down his back, hoping it would spur him into being just a bit more energetic, but all he did was shudder and bite you harder. 

Crying out wantonly, you squeezed him tight, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and panted in his ear, “Fuck, yeobo, please~ please, baby, I need you.” Licking the shell of his ear, you dug your nails into his shoulders, “Fuck me, please, please, I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just please~ fuck me!” 

As he opened his mouth against your neck, he hissed as you bit him first, cutting him off. “You won’t upset my tummy, promise, I just need you to take me, please~” He groaned loudly, mind spinning at what to do. Your hushed words in his ear felt as if it was a devil on his shoulder, telling him to take you roughly, to fuck you until you were crying and passed out. 

Pulling back, he fisted the sheets under his hands as he glared down at you. His gaze was heated, and you couldn’t help but grin smugly, shoulders rolling back and licking your lips, already knowing you had won - again. 

Scoffing, Jin dragged his hands through your hair before letting go and situating himself to sit back on his heels, “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You want oppa’s cock so bad, jagi, let’s see if you can even take it.” Gritting his teeth, he grabbed blindly at your hips before immediately starting a rough pace, pistoning into you without abandon as he finally got to fuck you how he wanted. 

Watching as your body bounced and listening to how you squealed loudly for him, he could feel himself practically drooling over your rippling body. Reaching back, he smacked your ass, “This is what you were begging for, isn’t it baby? You want oppa to wreck you?” You moaned sharply, crying out ‘yes’ over and over. 

Swallowing thickly, he panted as he rapidly approached his climax, your cunt feeling even more salacious than your throat. Blushing heavily, he felt his chest get hotter, his body tensing as he pounded you hard and fast. Drooling, he moaned wantonly as he watched you unravel around him. 

Whimpering, he snapping his hips to yours as he finished, spilling hot cum inside your tight cunt. You wailed, hands pawing at his as you shivered at the feeling. Panting, you cried out as his hips stilled, his body shaking. However, through dazed eyes, you watched him lean over to your nightstand, hand working fast and pulling out the cordless wand. 

Shaking your head, you pushed at Jin’s chest, whining softly, “No, no no no, oppa please~ I-I just need your- ahh!” You arched your back, screaming as he pressed the wand against your wet clit, the vibration set to medium as he kept you cockwarming him. You writhed under him, legs trembling as you fisted the pillow, “Oppa! Baby- fuck!” 

Crying out, you choked on his name, his hips grinding hard against you, his softening cock still pressed inside you. He groaned, tossing his head back as you squeezed his oversensitive shaft in a vice as he moved the wand in slow tight circles. It didn’t take long for you to devolve from speaking, instead just crying and whimpering, tossing your head to the side and drooling. 

Licking his lips slowly, he tilted his head down to you, feeling as you bucked your hips hard, though his grip was tighter, keeping you from wiggling away. Your body was flushed, skin noticeably darker as you screamed. With a rush, you climaxed hard, hearing him groan and telling you what a good girl you were, how you felt so good cumming on his cock. 

However, his words were mere whispers in your empty head, thighs tensing hard as you cried out hoarsely, squirting over him and spilling down onto the sheets. With a weak voice, you shook your head and whispered his name, “No more- please-” And instantly, the vibe was pulled away from your still squeezing cunt. 

His shoulders shook as you tightened around his soft cock, panting in time with you as he turned off the vibe and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Slowly, his hands moved to massage your thick thighs, working out the tension. He shuddered as he felt some of his cum leak out around him from your soaked cunt. 

Moving his hands down to your knees, he slowly eased your legs downwards, pulling out of you with a sharp moan. Helping you close your aching legs, he let himself fall to the side of you, bouncing on the bed slightly. Swallowing thickly, he looked over at you from where you were panting lightly against the pillow. 

Smiling, he reached out a trembling hand and cupped your cheek, rubbing his crooked fingers over your skin and into your hair, “Aish, is my baby girl okay?” Swallowing thickly, you opened your eyes and looked up at his glowing expression. Whining softly, you grinned and covered your face, blushing. 

Jokingly, he tugged your hands away, scooting closer before yelping at the rather large wet spot that was cooling between the two of you. You flipped to your other side, whimpering louder, ears burning with embarrassment. 

Jin giggled softly, wrapping his arms around you and pressing himself against your back, “Aw, did my sweet baby make a mess? I’m glad you’re staying so hydrated.” He laughed louder as you slapped at him weakly from over your shoulder, laughing along with him. Cuddling close, it wasn’t long before he spoke back up, “You gotta go to the bathroom, baby. We don’t want you to get an infection.”

However, when you didn’t respond, he leaned over you, gasping softly before rolling his eyes and flopping back onto the bed. Shaking his head, he tossed his legs over the side and shook his head, you could fall asleep after an intense orgasm in an almost record amount of time. Sometimes he fell asleep first, but it was almost always you. Though, it was a spot of pride - after all, it was only because he always managed to fuck you good and make you cum hard.

Standing up after a moment, he stretched tall, groaning loudly. Sighing and scratching his belly as he made his way to the en suite, he warmed up a washcloth and walked slowly back over to you, finally feeling the stress of the day weighing down his shoulders. However, the tiredness he was sure was mostly from being with you in his office and just now, he never could hold back with you. 

Spreading your legs, he hushed you softly as he cleaned what he could, biting his lip at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and clinging to your bush. Groaning as you whimpered, legs twitching, he kept himself in check of touching you further. After all, you could still wake up with an upset tummy. 

Tossing the rag into the sink to be handled later, he grabbed a throw blanket from the closet and tossed the sheets down. Making sure the blanket was over your wet spot, he brought the sheets back up over you. Tucking it in under your hands and face where you were curled up, he went back to your side and slipped in again. 

Turning the light off, he scooted until he was pressed flush against your back, cuddling you close. Giggling at the soft material of the blanket under his thighs, he took a deep breath before sighing and relaxing into the mattress. Kissing you across the neck and shoulders, he finally felt himself fall asleep. 

#jin x reader #seokjin x reader #bts x reader #kim seokjin x reader #bts fanfic #bts

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Professor Min

You bring dinner to your husband, knowing he hasn’t eaten all day, buried in his class’s midterm papers. What you thought would’ve been a cute little makeshift office date turns into something a bit more intense.

The only question on Yoongi’s mind… what are you willing to do to pass his class?

Yoongi x f!Reader (8,000 words, explicit, professor AU, student-teacher role play)

Parking in the lot next to the administration building, you hopped out of the car, hearing it beep as it locked. Cupping the insulated bag that held tupperware full of dinner, you walked up to the door, swiping the spare key card Yoongi kept at home. Hitting the automatic button, you slipped in as the doors opened.

Making your way down the hallway, you hummed a small tune, looking at all the closed doors and huffing. Of course your husband was the only soul in the building. Rolling your eyes, you smiled slightly as you made your way to the corner office, tapping your shoe against it and knocking.

You could hear vague complaining, Yoongi grunting as he no doubt stood up for the first time in hours. With a huff, you could hear him before he opened the door, “The building is closed, if you’d like to stop for office hours, please make an app- oh.” He looked pleasantly surprised as his gaze fell on you, a soft smile curling his lips.

Holding up your hands, you giggled softly, “I know I didn’t make an appointment, Professor, but I was hoping you could make time for me.” Your husband shook his head, laughing as he stood aside, letting you come in. “I made dinner! I know you’re working through midterm papers and all but... I got lonely, so I thought I’d bring it to you.” Your smile diminished slightly, wondering if he would be upset with you.

Yoongi liked to keep his professional life and home life separate, and you respected that. You didn’t pry into his classes unless he offered the information to you, and you never came during proper work hours. It was only because you knew the building would be closed and deserted that you even came tonight.

Yoongi sat on the couch in his office, dragging the coffee table over and motioning for you to sit down. With a delighted hum, you took a spot next to him, thighs pressed together. Unfolding the insulated bag, you laid it out and moved the containers so that both of you could eat from them. Nuzzling up close to him, you felt him sigh before he leaned over and kissed the crown of your head, “Thank you. I don’t remember when I last ate.”

You shook your head, admonishing him lightly as you grabbed a bowl, bringing it closer and feeding him a bite. You watched as he blushed, smiling as he chewed. Leaning back a bit more to rest against the couch, he wrapped one arm around your waist, looking up at you with puppy eyes. Grinning, you continued to feed him, taking a few bites yourself as he chewed thoughtfully. “How has grading been going?” Slipping him another bite, you quickly leaned down and kissed him, feeling him smile against you before you pulled away, letting him finish his mouthful.

Heaving a loud and heavy sigh, he whined as he looked up at the ceiling, “Remind me to discuss with the dean about shrinking my class size back to what it used to be a few years ago. There’s too many kids this semester. There were a few that requested special admission, so there’s even more than usual.” Sniffing, he pouted at you, opening his mouth again. You cooed softly at him, feeding him another bite and watching as his cheeks flushed as he chewed happily.

“Aw, sweetness, that's terrible. I’m sorry there’s so much work to be done. I’ll help however I can, even if it’s just to help decompress you, honey.” You grabbed the bottle of water from the table, opening it and holding it to his mouth. Trying to focus on his precious expression, and not how his throat moved with each drink, you pulled it away when he was done. “You have soju in your drawers, right? Want me to get you a glass?”

As you moved to stand, you squeaked as he grabbed your belt loop, tugging you back down and even closer to him than you were before. “No. Not right now. I just want you. And more food.” You giggled, looking at him as he stared dreamily up at you, a small smile on his kissable lips. Bending towards the table, you felt him rub your back as you grabbed the other bowl, bringing it up close and feeding him from that one, hearing him groan in satisfaction.

He was in bliss, having you for an extra visit and being pampered. He loved when you fed him, when he got to just lay back and relax. It was honestly the best way to be surprised in his office. As you fed him, he found his mind wandering further and further away, worrying less about work and more about how he wanted to go home with you. It had been a while since he got a full night’s rest.

Hearing your chopsticks scrape the bottom of the bowl, he opened his mouth, waiting for his next bite. As you gently laid it on his tongue, he hummed as he chewed softly. “I love you.” He heard you squeak softly, knowing you were blushing with a dopey smile on your face. “Thank you for coming tonight. I know I’ve been busy, you deserve more attention.” He accepted the next bite as well, not bothering to open his eyes.

You knew how he expressed his love, knowing his love language was acts of service and gift giving. Sometimes he felt guilty, knowing your love language didn’t exactly align with his, but countless times you had reassured him. You knew he loved you and that was that. Though it didn’t hurt to hear it every now and again.

Letting his legs fall open, he groaned loudly, feeling the stress and stiffness leave him slowly. He heard you set the bowl down, your body curling up next to his. Grabbing for your legs, he dragged them over his thigh, feeling your nails drift through his scalp, scratching softly and combing his hair. “You’ve really let your mane grow out, Professor. Do any of your students or colleagues think it’s too much?” He could hear the smile in your voice.

Huffing in laughter, he squeezed your thigh appreciatively. Tilting his head to be more pressed into your palms, he smiled, “Some of the students have mentioned it. Not to my face, but I hear them talk.” He snickered, hearing you huff. “None of the staff have said anything, so I’m guessing I can keep it.” Opening his eyes just a sliver, he looked at you, watching your expression.

You were trying to hold back your smile, shaking your head, “Good, I love it long. It’s so nice and soft and poofy. I love it so much.” You leaned forward, nuzzling him and sighing happily.

Yoongi smirked, licking his lips, “Plus, it’s nice for you to have something to hold onto while I’m eating you.” Laughing as you gasped loudly, he felt you slap his chest, quickly dissolving into laughter with him. “What? It’s true. Try to deny it.” Catching your wrist, he pulled you close, eyes darting to your lips with a smirk still on his own.

You felt your breath stutter in your throat, shuddering as his darkened gaze finally found yours, his smug smirk making your heart melt. Swallowing thickly, your voice was a husky whisper, “I- You said we couldn’t do anything in your office. Should we go home?” You watched, entranced as he leaned forward, biting your lip and dragging it between his teeth.

Letting go, he decided to shoot his shot at a fantasy he had been fighting down for months. Looking back into your eyes, he let his hand come up behind you, pulling your hair gently, just enough to excite you. “Ah, you can’t come home with me, that would be inappropriate. Office hours are just fine. Now tell me, do you want to pass this class?”

He felt you shiver in his grip, a soft breath hissed through your teeth. Giving you a moment, he worried that perhaps you hadn’t had the same fantasy. But sure enough, your voice was as husky as his, your lustful gaze on his, “Please, Professor Min. I really need to pass this class. I’ll do anything.” Your thighs rubbed together slightly, still propped up over his thigh.

Grinning, he used his foot to push away the table, dinner finished and just needed cleaning up. Once it was far enough away he didn’t need to worry about any spillage, he grabbed your leg, dragging you to sit on his lap, straddling him. Leaning back against the couch, he rested his hands behind his head, smirking, “Then show me how bad you need this grade.”

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips as you looked up at him. Leaning forward towards him, you dragged your fingers through his hair, tilting his head back and hovering your lips just over his, “Is this okay? Can I touch you, Professor?” He bit his lip to keep from grinning, instead just nodding and trying to look casual.

You made quick work of the space between you, crowding him and pressing your body against his, kissing him softly. His hands stayed behind his head, letting you do the work. You pulled back slightly, panting softly, “I’ve never done this with one of my professors before. Are you sure this is allowed?” Groaning at your innocent tone, he felt his cock get hard in his dress pants.

Letting one hand come up to your head again, he pulled your hair harder, hearing you whimper, “Do you want this grade or not?” Listening as you panted, he nodded your head for you, “Use your words, otherwise I’ll have to give that mouth something else to do.” He felt your thighs squeeze his hips, unable to keep the smirk off his face, knowing you were just as into the fantasy as he was. Of course he’d never do something with a student - he was far too obsessed and possessive of you - but having you in his office calling him Professor and bending to his will? He would gladly take it.

Panting, you tugged against his hand, whimpering when he didn’t let go, “Yoongi~” Crying out, you felt him pull harder, “P-Professor Min! Please, please can I kiss you? I promise I’ll make you feel good.” He groaned at your voice, head falling back against the couch. Letting go of your hair, he rested his palms on your thighs, giving you a sultry look and licking his lips slowly.

You bit your cheek to keep from grinning and jumping on him, trying to remember your role as a desperate student, but nervous to be with her teacher. Slowly, you leaned down, brushing a fingertip over one of his lips, biting your lip and smiling as he bit it softly, running his tongue over it. You could see the delight dancing in his eyes, both of you struggling to remain in character.

Swallowing, you puffed air over his face, falling back into your role and ghosting your lips over his. Feeling his grip on your thighs tighten, you pulled back, “Professor, please tell me what you want.” You pressed your forehead on his, your face flushed, “I’ve never done this before... I’m sorry I’m not experienced, but I promise I can satisfy you, anything for this grade, please Professor Min.”

He groaned loudly, dragging you almost imperceptibly closer to his body, “Such a bold little student I have. A cute little virgin willing to please her Professor for a passing grade?” He leaned forward a bit, biting your lip, “Then let me show you how to please a real man. I’m sure whatever guy you date will be happy you had such an experienced man teach you everything you need to know.” You grinned against his lips before he pressed his to yours, tongue swiping over your lip eagerly.

You fought the urge to let him in immediately, instead keeping your mouth closed and pulling back a bit, “What? I don’t get it, what do you want me to do?” You felt him growl against you, hands tightening in your hair and on your thigh, grip bruising as he shoved his mouth against yours and pressing his tongue into your mouth.

Unable to help yourself, you moaned hotly, legs falling wider apart in his lap as he ravaged your mouth. It was nearly intoxicating, feeling him kiss you so intensely after almost a week long dry spell. He was nothing if not devoted to his work, but right now, in this fantasy, you were his work. And you knew you’d get the same treatment as the papers on his desk.

His tongue licked all over your mouth, petting your own, tracing your teeth, and licking your cheeks. Pulling away, both of you panted, his eyes dark as they raked over your face. You couldn’t help but touch your lips with your fingertips with a dazed expression. Yoongi grinned, leaning forward and brushing his lips over the shell of your ear, “Never thought I’d get to break in a virgin again.” Licking you slightly, he felt your legs squeeze him.

The two of you were high school sweethearts, learning everything about pleasure together. He had been your first and you had been his. Him using the term ‘break in’ almost had you in a giggling fit, knowing all your first times had been bashful and blushy, and most certainly steeped in love. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you dragged your fingers through his hair, “Please be gentle, Professor.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but grin, leaning back and biting your bottom lip, eyes a bit wild. It seemed as if the nearly week long dry spell had him overly excited, plus the fantasy in his office so late at night. Letting go of your lip, he heard you whimper, “Gentle? You said you’d do anything to please me. Gentle isn’t something that pleases me, so I hope you don’t have some delusion that you’re walking out of here tonight after some lovey dovey touching. I’m going to break you.”

He watched as you whimpered, wiggling in his lap. He knew you wouldn’t be able to feel much relief through your jeans, but part of him loved it. He still felt good guiding your hips against his hard cock, moaning at the feeling. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your flushed cheeks making his heart beat just a bit faster. Licking his lips, he nudged your nose with his, coaxing you into another kiss, shoving his tongue back into your mouth.

You moaned against him, pulling him tighter against you and sighing. Playing with his tongue, yours pet his as he pressed against you. His hands drifted down, cupping your ass and squeezing, listening as you moaned into his mouth. Dragging your hands through his hair, you bucked your hips against his, desperate to feel his touch.

He pulled away from you, immediately nibbling and sucking your throat where he could reach. Your brows pinched up, sighing and gasping as you bit you. You knew you’d have fresh marks to hide at work, but you loved it. You loved getting up in the morning and seeing all the new bites, marks, and bruises he left on your body.

Grinding against him, you keened as he bit your throat, “P-Professor, please let me touch you.” He pulled away, his lips resting against your tender skin as he hummed thoughtfully.

Dragging his hands around to rest on your thighs, he slapped you playfully then squeezed tight. “Strip.” He sat back, pushing your knees and closing his legs so you could stand easier. Resting his hands behind his head again he licked his lips languidly. “And do it slowly. Give me a show, won’t you?” You bit your lip, whining in the back of your throat.

Stepping back a bit, you tossed up a finger, silently telling him to wait a moment. He watched you curiously as you packed up the bowls quickly, securing them back into the bag and placing it on the floor next to the door, which you then locked. Scampering back to stand in front of him, you slapped his knee as he giggled at you. Taking a deep breath you slapped your cheeks, trying to get back into character. Pouting, you pursed your lips at him, “Tell me to strip again, now I’m just excited!” You laughed together, Yoongi shaking his head.

Sitting up, he ruffled his hair, pulling it back into a ponytail before letting it cascade down his shoulders again. Looking up at you, he smirked as your eyes followed his hair. Settling back into the couch, he cleared his throat, getting your attention again, but snapping his fingers for good measure, watching as you blushed, knowing he only did it when he wanted you to get on your knees for him. “Eyes on me. Now strip down before I do it for you. And I won’t be nice about it.”

You whimpered, falling back into character and feeling your panties get wetter at his almost disinterested expression, yet his dark eyes stayed fixated on you. Playing with the hem of your sweater, you slowly tugged it up and over your head. Tossing it towards the door, you bit your lip, tracing the cups of your bra and shifting from foot to foot. “I said strip. Take it all off.” Moaning at his authoritative tone, you reached behind you, unclasping your bra and slowly dragging it down.

Looking away, you tried to look bashful as you covered your chest, one arm across them as you tossed your bra away. Yoongi groaned lowly, “Don’t hide yourself from me. If I have to get up, it’ll be a lot rougher for you tonight.” He pawed at his trousers lightly, trying to give himself any sort of friction. He saw you smile faintly, knowing you were hoping he would get up. Rolling his eyes he smiled, winking, “I’ll be rough no matter what. Now finish.”

Swallowing thickly, you let your arms fall to your side, heavy breasts exposed to Yoongi’s hungry gaze. Dragging his eyes over you, he felt drool pool in his mouth. Groaning, he adjusted his hips, eager to have you touch him once you were nude before him.

Watching you unbutton your jeans, you wiggled out of them slowly, dragging them over your thick thighs. Snapping his fingers again, you blushed as you looked up from where you were bent slightly. “Turn around. I wanna see that cute, tight ass as you bend over for me.” Standing back up, you blushed hotly, turning around and slapping your cheeks slightly, feeling yourself blush hotly.

Swallowing, you resumed your actions, thankful you wore cute panties. Once you got your jeans down to your ankles, you tugged them fully off, staying bent at the waist. Looking at Yoongi from down by your knees, your hair falling around you, you whimpered, “Do you want me to take my panties off, too, Professor Min?” He growled, eyes raking over your body that he could see.

“Yes. Good girl for asking.” You turned away from him, stomping your feet excitedly from his gravelly praise. Clearing your throat slightly, you slowly dragged your panties down. Stepping out of them slowly, you couldn’t help but blush, feeling bashful all of a sudden. Just as you tossed them away, you heard a camera shutter.

Gasping, you stood and whipped around, blushing as you saw Yoongi biting his lip and zooming in on his screen. “Yoongi-yah!” You couldn’t help but squeal as you covered your cheeks, stomping your feet and laughing. He laughed with you, tucking his phone away and shaking his head. Winking at you, he licked his lips, crooking his finger and enticing you closer.

Once you were in front of him, he sighed and tucked his hands behind his head. Nodding down towards his pants, he looked back up at you, quirking a brow as if to ask why you hadn’t already stripped him. Lowering yourself to your knees, you whispered for him to hold on as you crawled away to grab your sweater. Folding it and placing it under your knees, you looked back up at him, blushing at his love struck look.

Coughing to cover your smile, you kissed his knee softly, “Can I take your clothes off too, Professor Min?” Making your eyes big and round, you looked up at him from under your lashes, humming quietly.

Yoongi smirked, dragging a hand through his hair as he lifted his hips slightly, “No. All you need is my cock. Afterall, I’m not the one who needs to pass, am I?” You whimpered at his tone, hands sliding up his thighs to undo his trousers and dragging them down, along with his boxer briefs.

Groaning loudly as his cock was finally freed, he sat back down on the couch. Licking his lips, he watched as you tugged his pants to his knees and down a bit, letting you get a bit closer between his legs. Though he noticed you didn’t look directly at him, smirking as he remembered you were playing a virginal student.

He brought his hand down, dragging it through your hair before he grabbed it and made you look at his thick shaft, hearing you whimper, “What’s the matter? Never seen such a big cock before?” He pulled harder, hearing you gasp and moan loudly, your nails biting into his bare thighs where your hands rested on them. “Don’t worry about looking so much, I guess. I’ll be inside your mouth in just a moment anyways.”

Swallowing thickly, you panted slightly, “Professor Min, I’ve never- please-” He watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath.

Pulling you closer, he used his other hand to hold his cock to your mouth, coating your lips in his pre-cum before slapping them with it, “Please what? A girl like you hasn’t ever sucked a guy off before?” He scoffed, slapping your cheek next with his shaft, groaning tightly, “Want me to be gentle? Is that what you want? Too bad, baby. I’m not in the mood to pamper such a pure princess tonight.”

You moaned, licking your lips and opening your mouth, too excited to banter with him. You looked up at him, admiring his handsome face as he smirked down at you. Sighing, you felt his cock on your tongue, his hand loosening up in your hair as you slowly started to suck the tip. Looking up at him, you sighed as your hands drifted closer to your mouth, petting his strong thighs.

Swirling your tongue around him, you hummed softly. Yoongi’s head was tilted back, sighing and moaning as you pleasured him, mind in a haze after not feeling your touch in days. Smiling slightly, you took him deeper, feeling his hand in your hair go limp and rest there. Swallowing thickly, you took a deep breath before sinking as far as you could, petting his hard shaft with your delicate tongue.

Moaning around him, you heard him gasp, hips bucking up into your mouth. Scrunching your nose slightly, you slowly pulled back up, lavishing his tip and sucking him tightly. Becoming aware of his surroundings once more, he tipped his head back up, hand petting your hair and pulling it back into a ponytail before wrapping it around his fist, “P-Pretty talented for a virgin. You sure this is your first time with a cock in your mouth, baby?”

You hummed, smiling around him and not bothering to answer him, just looking up at him with flushed cheeks and slipping deeper. He moaned tightly as he felt himself hit the back of your throat, sighing as you dragged your head back up. Popping off him, you used your hand to stroke him as you kissed and licked his package.

“It’s my first time, but my friends have told me all about when they do it... Is it good? I just wanna make you feel good, Professor Min.” You tried to pitch your voice, sounding desperate as you licked back up his shaft from base to tip. As you flicked your tongue over his slit, he shivered, pulling your hair slightly. “Am I doing a good job, Professor? Please tell me what you want me to do.”

Gritting his teeth, he pushed your head down on him, “Be a good girl and take it all, want you to swallow my cock and take every load I give you.” You moaned around him, rubbing your wet thighs together. He gave you a second to catch your breath before taking a deep one. Once you squeezed his thigh lightly, he shoved you the rest of the way down his shaft, feeling himself inside your hot, tight throat.

Moaning loudly, his voice was rough as he slowly fucked your mouth. Dragging you by your hair, he bucked his hips as well, moaning as your tongue pressed against him, feeling you swallow around him. Tugging you up, you popped off him, panting and catching your breath. “Fuck... Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum too fast.” He panted, hazy eyes looking down at you between his legs, your lips shining.

You bit your lip, smile threatening to break your cheeks. You felt his words stroke your ego, knowing you could make one of the most severe professors in the entire department fall apart with just your mouth. Sighing, you tapped his thigh looking back up at him through your lashes, “It’s okay, Professor Min. I want you to- to finish in my mouth. Please.”

He smirked, guiding you back to his cock, sighing as your hand held and massaged his heavy package. “Aw, can’t say ‘cum’, baby girl?” He pulled your hair, stopping you just as you kissed the tip of his shaft, “Beg me for it, baby. Be a good girl and beg me to blow my load down your throat. Tell me how bad you wanna swallow my cum.”

You whined, pulling against his hand slightly just for him to pull harder. “Please, Y- Professor Min! Please cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you, please!” Groaning as you keened, he shoved you down halfway, growling as he felt your breath puff across his bush. Once you had a deep enough breath, you tapped his thigh softly. Roughly, he shoved you down the rest of his shaft, your nose against his coarse, dark curls.

Gagging slightly, you relaxed your throat, taking a few calming breaths and swallowing around him. Looking up, you felt tears gather on your lash line, tapping his thigh softly again. Clenching his other hand into a fist, he tightened his hold in your hair and resumed fucking your mouth. Panting, he bucked his hips, moaning as your tongue dragged against him.

Arching his back, his head fell against the couch, chest heaving with every breath, “Fuck, fuck! Baby, fuck! Gonna cum, be a good girl and swallow it, it’s all for you, fuck!” Arching, he held your face down, cock throbbing and pulsing in your throat as you felt him blow his load, filling your belly. Swallowing around him, you wiggled your face, causing him to keen as his hips stuttered, emptying himself into your tummy.

Panting for breath, he loosened his hand, letting you press your palms against his thighs as you slowly lifted yourself off of him. With a wet pop, you gasped for air, coughing slightly as his messy cock fell against his lower belly, happy trail getting covered in your drool and his cum.

Wiping at your lips, you licked any stray amounts of his cum from your fingertips, smiling happily to yourself and leaning forward, licking him softly and swallowing any that you missed on him. Finishing your clean up, you wiggled up next to him on the couch, holding him to your bare chest.

Feeling him pant against you, you brushed his sweaty hair from his forehead, kissing the crown of his head softly and whispering sweet nothings. Nuzzling against him, you hummed happily. Slowly, he could feel himself again, fingers twitching and brows furrowing. “It’s been too long obviously... Even just a few days and you suck me off once and I’m like a spent teenager again.”

You giggled, kissing his forehead and cheeks. Slowly, his eyes focused on you again, hands coming up and squishing your cheeks. Kissing his nose, you sighed happily, “Are you done for the night? I can pack up your papers and drive us home. I’ll bring you back Monday morning.” It didn’t pass him by how you were basically saying he would spend the weekend at home, but he loved it. Loved when you took charge and directed him exactly where you wanted him to be, knowing he was a bit of a workaholic.

Licking his lips, he leaned down, kissing the swell of your breasts, “Later. I’m not done with you yet.” He felt you shudder, smiling against him. He knew you were far from satisfied, especially since it had been so long. “You haven’t done enough to earn that grade. You think swallowing my cock is it? My class is much too difficult to equate to such a miniscule one time thing.” He looked up at you through his lashes, smirking as he saw your blush.

Moving to straddle him, you set your hands on his shoulders, looking at him intently, “Yes, sir. Whatever else you want, I’ll do it. I’ll keep your cock in my mouth for the rest of the semester if it’ll help keep you generous with my scores.” His head fell back, eyes closing and groaning loudly. You couldn’t help but giggle, covering your mouth and trying to stay in character.

His hands rested atop your thighs, squeezing. “Whatever else I want?” He hummed thoughtfully, slowly pushing you off his lap. Leaning over to his coat rack, he heard you giggle behind him, shaking his head as his trousers were around his ankles. Finally just kicking off one of his shoes, he stepped out of one leg, waddling to grab his sweater and waddling back, cock semi hard and slapping against his thighs softly.

Shaking his head, he stuck his tongue out at you before bending and grabbing the sweater you had been kneeling on. Spreading both of them out on his couch, he held your hands as he gently spread you out over them, making sure your bare body and face weren’t touching the cushions. He shuddered to even consider how many people had sat on this couch over the years.

Making sure his sweater came up just under your ass, to catch any stray spillage afterwards, he knelt between your legs, spreading them wide on either side of him. Groaning as he saw your perfectly wet cunt, he nipped the inside of your calf, which was resting against his still clothed chest.

You couldn’t help but giggle, covering your face. Quickly fanning yourself, you cleared your throat, looking up at him with a timid expression, “Professor?” Your breathless tone had him groaning low and gravelly. Stroking his cock, he slapped it against your lower belly, resting it on you so you can feel how thick and big he was.

Shivering, you felt yourself clench, desperately wanting him inside you. His rough voice pulled you from your thoughts, making you wetter. “Think you can take me? Look how big my cock is, baby. A sweet virgin like you? I’ll break you in half.” You couldn’t help but think back to the first time the two of you had gone all the way, even if he hadn’t completely finished growing up, it had been a tight fit.

Blushing, you bit your lip, hand tentatively reaching down and stroking him, biting back your moan. “I can take it, Professor Min. Please, just give me a chance.” You couldn’t help the excitement in your voice, hips wiggling subtly in Yoongi’s grip. You knew he noticed, but he was able to stay in character, looking down at you with a vaguely cold look, not quite able to pull it off when it was his gorgeous wife splayed out under him.

Licking his lips slowly, he smirked as you watched the action closely. Settling your legs against his chest, he groaned as he dragged his cock along your soaked slit, watching you shiver with anticipation. “Gonna take you hard and rough. Think you can handle it, princess?” He watched as you covered your mouth, watching your eyes crinkle and knowing you were smiling.

Taking a deep breath, you dropped your hands, nodding with an apprehensive expression, “Yes, I can take it, please, Professor, just take me.” Groaning harshly, he made sure the tip of his cock slipped inside before anchoring both palms on either side of your head. With a cocky smirk and dark eyes looking down at you, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, squealing as he shoved himself fully inside you.

Your hands wrapped around his wrists above you, legs shaking as he sat fully sheathed inside your tight cunt. Moaning loudly, you squeezed him tightly, hearing him moan roughly, “Fuck, you’re so tight. You really are a virgin, aren’t you, princess? Fuck, taking my cock so well, don’t think I’ll be able to hold back from breaking this pretty cunt of yours.” He grinned down at you, watching as you smiled dazedly.

Pulling himself back, he bucked back into you, starting up a rough pace. Each time he pounded back into you had you gasping, moaning his name and keening sharply. Soon, you had your hands clasped over your mouth, watching as Yoongi bit his lip, trying to keep himself quiet as well, just in case anyone was in the building for whatever reason.

Gasping behind your palms, you arched your back, “Yoongi! Please! I- ahh! P-Professor, I can’t! Please, please touch me~” Your brows knit up, moaning lasciviously, watching as he licked his lips and grinned. Moving his weight to one hand, he brought his other down, playing with your clit. Immediately curling forward, you cried out behind both hands, voice reaching your husband as easily as if you were screaming.

Sitting back on his heels, he dragged your hips up and closer, fingers playing expertly with your clit as you matched his pace easily, knowing all his moves. You arched against the couch, head falling to the side as you lost yourself in his pleasure. His cock stroked you perfectly, and in this angle made easy work of your gspot. Gasping against your palms, you felt your eyes water, your climax rushing down your spine.

Yoongi could feel your thighs quaking where they rested on his arms, having slipped from his shoulders. Maintaining his pace, he kept his hips bucking into you, readjusting his hand that was playing with your clit to also press down on your lower belly, making sure his cock was pounding your sweet spot over and over.

He heard you scream behind your hands, nails biting into your cheeks as you writhed under him. He couldn’t help but grin, teeth shining in the light as he panted, “That’s it baby, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl, I know you can. C’mon, good girl, just like that.” He watched as your chest darkened, body flushing as you keened under your palms.

Shuddering as he felt your cunt squeeze him, he imagined if anyone else were in the building, how they’d know how good he fucked you. He was sure none of them would be able to look him in the eye after. Not that many did anyways, he was aware of his effect on other people, after all you made sure to remind him every moment how ethereal he was.

Licking his lips, eased his hand up, gently circling your clit with feather light touches. Soon, your body quit trembling, your husband cooing softly to you as your eyes fluttered open again. Looking at him, you pulled your hands away to speak before crying out loudly, feeling him buck against you. “Y-You didn’t finish, baby?” You whimpered as he took his spot back above you, anchoring his palms on either side of your head, grin on his lips.

Leaning down, he caught you in a kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he began pounding you fast and hard. You reached up, grabbing his hair and crying out loudly. Trying to pull away, he followed you down, body flush to your sweaty one as he fucked you fast. The way he pet your mouth with his tongue was a sharp contrast to how he pounded you, cock making you feel dumb and dazed.

You moaned hotly against him, hands pulling his hair as you keened, drooling on his tongue. His hands moved from your shoulders to hold your legs up and wider open, bruising his hips against yours. With a gasp, he pulled away from you, panting heavily as he watched you drool under him, breasts bouncing and expression blissed out.

Grinning, he leaned down, biting your chest and leaving marks all over you. Feeling your thighs shake against his palms, he bit you harder, feeling his own climax approaching. “Yoongi~” His name was hoarse as you whispered it, eyes fluttering. You whimpered as he fucked you, pulling his face flush to your bouncing chest, heart pounding.

He groaned your name, drooling onto your bruised breasts, hips stuttering, “Fuck, fuck- cum for me, baby, one more time, fuck-! I know you can- ahh!” His breath stuttered in his lungs, shoving one hand down and grinding his fingers roughly against your clit, feeling you immediately squeeze around him.

Gasping, he shouted, cursing as he finished inside, listening as you moaned loudly as his fingers got you off after. Growling in his chest, he couldn’t help but glare down at you, lustful gaze intense as you whimpered. Pulling himself free, you cried out at the loss, feeling his cum spill from you.

However, he easily slipped his digits inside you, panting heavily as he pushed his cum back inside. Not stopping there, he felt for your gspot and quickly began pounding it just as hard as he was fucking you, determined to make you squirt on him. Crying out, you covered your mouth again, tears slipping past your lashes.

Trying to close your legs, you keened as he kept them forced open, spreading his own legs and keeping yours pried open. Licking his lips, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, watching your dazed expression, “C’mon, squirt for me. Be a good girl and squirt all over my hands.” Screaming behind your palms, you whipped your head to the side, body quaking with effort and pleasure.

He felt your cunt squeeze him, your mixed cum covering his hands and wrist and he pounded you hard. It didn’t take much more until you were arching, gushing all over his hands and making him moan, the filthy sound echoing in your otherwise empty head. Collapsing against the couch, you gasped for air, swallowing your mouthfuls of drool.

Feeling boneless, you let Yoongi move about his office as you blinked owlishly at the ceiling, unaware of mostly everything around you. Soon, you felt something soft between your thighs, petting your sensitive skin gingerly. You then saw Yoongi in your line of vision, blinking up at him as he smiled gently. Closing your eyes, you felt him kiss you softly, scattering them over your face, neck, and chest.

You tried to lift your arms up to hold him against you, but he slipped through your fingers relatively easily, not as though you were moving very fast. You heard rustling as you slowly came back into your body, wiggling your toes and fingers.

Before you could sit up, you felt Yoongi sit above your head, slowly dragging you across the sweaters on the couch to rest you on his lap. Kissing your forehead, he leaned back, letting you rest on his chest. Licking your lips, you coughed slightly before smiling, “So, do I get that passing grade, Professor Min?”

You felt his chest rattle with laughter, kisses being peppered all atop your head. Shaking his head, he pet you softly, “You do. You did a great job. Maybe I should have you stop by more often outside of office hours... You wouldn’t believe what a stress reliever this has been.” You laughed softly along with him, gently being lulled to sleep by the soft sounds in his chest.

Holding you for a bit longer, Yoongi basked in the afterglow of your intimacy. He felt especially relaxed, chalking it up to the fact he was incredibly pent up, not to mention how hot the little roleplaying act had been for him. Once he got all the feeling back in his legs, he wiggled you off his lap, sitting you back across the couch so you were sitting on his sweater.

It wasn’t so cold outside that he’d freeze without it, knowing all you had to wear really was your sweater. Gathering up your clothes, he stuffed your panties into his pocket. Wiggling your jeans up your legs, he left them unbuttoned. Shoving your bra into his briefcase, he also just tossed your sweater on.

Gathering all his papers, he stared at them before leaving them on his desk, instead just grabbing his over the shoulder bag, transferring your bra and panties to it, tying the dinner bag to it with his tie, and then shuffled you to the side of the couch, shoving his very soiled sweater into his bag as well, shuddering at the heady scent of it.

Fishing out your keys from your purse, he then sat between your legs, hefting you up onto his back. Carrying you carefully out of his office, he locked his door and made his way back down the deserted hallways, motion sensored lights turning on as he passed by them. Shivering as he stepped out into the evening, he quickly found himself missing the warmth of your body around his.

Clicking the unlock button on the fob, he tossed your purse in the back seat before laying you down. Weaseling a seatbelt around your waist without cutting you in half, he dumped his other two bags on the floor, closing the door softly behind you.

Sitting in the front, he adjusted the seat and mirrors before turning the car on, immediately turning the music off where he knew it would be loud. Sighing contentedly, he began driving the two of you home - not living that far from the university. Winding down university streets out onto the main roads, then down some residential streets, it wasn’t long until he was hitting the button for the garage. Parking the car, he grabbed the bags first, tossing them on the table inside before carefully extracting you.

Carrying you into the house and to the bedroom, he laid you down onto the bed, tugging off your clothes easily and tossing a stray blanket over you. Heading into the bathroom, he lit a few candles and started to fill up the tub, sprinkling relaxing bath salts into the water and stirring them around.

Once he was sure everything was alright, he went back into your shared bedroom, the lights off. Giggling, he saw where you had wrapped yourself up into the blanket. Crawling in behind you, he hugged you to his chest, forgetting to strip himself down. Sighing heavily, he kissed the back of your neck, “Are you awake? I have a bath running for us.”

That seemed to wake you up as you grumbled next to him. Soon, you were eagerly crawling out from under the blanket, eyes half open as you tugged at his hand, “Bath~ Yoongi-yah, c’mon~” He laughed as he let you tug him up, stripping himself down as you walked him to the bathroom. Kicking off his pants, he almost tripped, grabbing you around the waist and listening as you shouted and braced the two of you against the counter.

Laughing softly together, you felt him gather you up into his arms, smiling down at you. You sighed contentedly, leaning up and kissing him softly, whispering your love to him. Noticing the bathtub was full enough. You bent over to turn it off, shouting as Yoongi smacked your ass lightly.

Shaking your head, you stuck your tongue out and stepped into the bath. He wasn’t far behind you, slipping in and scooting to sit directly behind you. Wrapping his arms around you, he rested his face in your neck, yawning. “So tired...” You laughed, bringing a wet hand up to pet his hair, shouting as he shook it out like a dog.

Coaxing him into laying back, you rested against his chest. “Let’s relax for a bit, then I’ll clean us up so we can go to sleep, okay?” He nodded lethargically behind you, already drifting off in a nap. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, cooing back to him and calling him your kitty cat.

Letting him drift off to sleep, you slowly began to wash your body off. Turning in Yoongi’s lap, you gently washed his body as well. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but smile as you gently cleaned him below the belt, giggling quietly as his soft delicate skin filled your hands. You heard him huff, looking up at him and finding him staring at you.

Looking away, you hummed innocently, continuing to clean him as he shook his head, laughing silently and easily falling back to sleep as you moved and massaged his thighs. Nudging him delicately, you slipped behind him, taking time to massage his neck and shoulders, hearing him groan and moan loudly at your firm but gentle touches.

Once you finished lavishing your husband in loving touches, you leaned around, emptying the tub. Grabbing the cup you kept by the bath, you turned the faucet on, filling it up and dumping the water over the newly exposed parts of your bodies, not wanting to bother with getting into the shower.

Humming softly, you rinsed Yoongi off, cooing softly to him and whispering sweet nothings. Soon enough, the tub was drained and the two of you had been rinsed off. You made sure he wouldn’t slip over the tub as you got out and grabbed your towels. Ruffling his hair, you whispered softly to him, “Baby, it’s time to get up. Bedtime~” He groaned at your words, but moved nonetheless.

He held his arms and legs out and up as you asked him, kneeling down and drying him off. Kissing his belly, you heard him giggle softly, covering where you had kissed with his hand and blushing.

Padding quietly back into the bedroom, you turned down his covers, helping him in bed and watching him sink into the pillow and sheets. Giggling, you pulled the comforter back up, tucking him in with a kiss to his forehead, cheeks, then soft lips. Scampering to your side of the bed, you slipped in as well, quickly wiggling to your husband and laying softly against him.

Kissing his shoulder, you smiled contentedly, “I love you, Yoongi.” He hummed in response, half asleep, and wrapped himself around you. Holding his head to your chest, you sighed happily, feeling yourself fall asleep completely for the night, knowing you had all weekend to spend with your beloved.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #min Yoongi #bts x reader #BTS fanfic #steven speaks

[mostmouse]

pleaseplease please do another baxter fic im absolutely feral about a late night treat

Yeah!! I’m keeping the other ask so I can remember to write it, but did you want male reader receiving or Baxter receiving? :)

#steven speaks

[mostmouse]

hiii saw ur request open!! could you write a cove holden x gn!reader where they get intimate on the beach and coves really shy and embarrassed about it but is lowkey into it (lowkey as in high key and is practically begging for it PUHLEASEE) you can add any other elements you want i’m just laying the ground work!! thank u <33

Sorry it took so long! I fell out of my Our Life obsession but I haven't forgotten everyone in my ask box :)

Moonlit Beach (Cove Holden x GN!reader, 3,400 words, explicit, Cove receiving exclusively)

No where is more sacred than poppy hill, but your shared beach comes in at a close second. Wanting to make more memories with your precious Cove, you manage to get him hidden behind some rocks before giving him some special treatment.

“We’ll be fine, the hotel really isn’t that far, anyways.” Cove held onto your hand as he waved with this other, your parents and Cliff waving back with drunken smiles as they all laughed together. Closing the door, you watched as he leaned against it and sighed heavily. 

Kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth, you grinned and whispered quietly, though you were sure no one could hear you through the door and loud chatter, “Wanna go to our spot?” He immediately lit up, grin matching yours. 

Walking stealthily off the porch, once you made it to the sidewalk, the both of you took off running, laughing breathlessly as you darted to the beach. As soon as your feet hit sand, both of you took a second to catch your breath. Panting heavily, you took Cove’s hand as you approached the waves. 

The weather was perfectly balmy, the salty air coming in off the ocean relaxing your heaving lungs. Taking a deep breath, you sighed contentedly, leaning on Cove’s shoulder. “I love being here with you.” Your voice was soft, causing Cove’s heart to beat just a bit faster. 

Swallowing thickly, he idly stroked the inside of his wedding band on his free hand, breathing a soft sigh. Resting his head atop yours, he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the scent he knew all too well. “I love you.” His own voice was just as soft, and as you tried to pull away to look at him, he tightened his grip on your hand, pressing his forehead against you, “Just a bit longer, just like this, please.” 

You smiled softly, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him against you. Tightening your hold on his hand, you tried to convey your love to him in your strong grip, holding onto him as if he were the ocean itself, ebbing and flowing constantly. 

After a few more moments of silence, Cove finally tugged himself from your grip, taking a few steps towards the shore before bending over and taking off his shoes. He heard your breathless giggle and he quickly turned to look up at you with wide round eyes, “Please don’t.” 

Gasping indignantly, you crossed your arms and tried to hide your grin, “I- Cove, please, I wasn’t even going to do anything.” Biting your lip, you fought to keep your giggles to yourself. 

However, he obviously wasn’t buying it as he gave you a deadpan look, “You were gonna smack my ass so hard I’d fall into the water. I know you.” When you finally met his eye, you couldn’t help but cover your mouth as you giggled. Huffing, he rolled his eyes with a smile as he took off his other shoe, “You act as if we haven’t been together since we were practically in diapers.”

Waiting for him to stand up, you slipped off your own shoes. With his shoes in hand, he took yours and walked a bit further up the beach, setting them down on some rocks. Joining you again, you took his hand in yours and tugged him along. 

Sighing, he watched you with stars in his eyes as you splashed in the shallow waves, laughing delightedly. Walking just a bit faster, he quickly rounded on you, dragging you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. Melting into his chest, you looped your arms around his neck, sighing against his mouth. 

With practiced ease, you dragged your tongue against his soft lips before slipping into his mouth. Petting his tongue with yours, you licked as much as you could as you squeezed him tighter against you. You faintly heard him whimper over the sounds of the ocean, and you pressed your knee between his legs. 

Pulling away, he kept his arms wrapped around you as his head fell back, “Ahh~ we shouldn’t.” Shivering as you kissed his neck, he wrapped his fingers in your hair, tugging gently, “B-Baby, c’mon.” 

Considering his protests were as weak as could be, knowing he could easily pull away and stop you, you easily decided to ignore him. Your kisses turned to nibbles which turned to bites, marking up his softly tanned skin. Groaning lowly, he couldn’t help but rock against your thigh, turning his head so you could reach more of his neck. 

Smacking your lips after admiring the blossoming marks across his perfect skin, you looked up at him while rubbing his chest. “Cove~ can you be a good boy and do what I say?” You watched as he swallowed, feeling your heart race at the simple innocent-enough action. Soon enough, he was nodding, whimpering softly, and your heart kicked into overdrive. Grinning, you took his hand and led him to a few rocks that seemed to be the perfect height for your plans. 

Stripping off your shirt, you smirked as you heard him suck in a quick breath. Laying it out for him, you pushed him against the rock, fingertips in the waistband of his jeans, “Take these off.” Shuddering, he slowly unbuttoned them, dragging them down his thick thighs. He looked down at you, and you couldn’t help but to lick your lips slowly before motioning with your hand for him to pull them all the way off. 

Blushing heavily, he pushed them down to his ankles, fully exposed in the night air, “We- What if we get caught? We shouldn’t be doing this.” Breathing quickly, his voice was light and airy, making your blood run hotter. 

Kneeling down, you looked up at him in what you hoped was a sultry manner, and not as playful as you were feeling. Helping him slip his pants off his ankles, you grinned, “You say that, but it looks like you’re pretty into this, Cove. Look at how hard you are already, I bet you want someone to catch us.” Standing back up, you kissed the underside of his jaw before gently wrapping your hand around his burning half-hard shaft. 

Giggling softly, you watched as he trembled, eyes fluttering and struggling to hold your gaze, “F-Fuck, I-” Whimpering, he bucked his hips, feeling himself swell in your palm. Tilting his head back, he moaned loudly. You smiled softly, kissing the column of his neck and stroking his stiffening cock. “Do you think- ahh! That anyone’s g-gonna come down here?” His voice trembled, but you had other suspicions for why that may be rather than his concern for someone catching the both of you. 

Sighing condescendingly, you leaned in closer so your lips were pressed against the shell of his ear, “You’re right... I’d hate for anyone to get to see this gorgeous, fat cock of yours.” He whined loudly at your words, and with a heated kiss to his lobe, you dropped down to your knees in the soft sand, “Better make sure you’re all covered up~” 

He clapped a hand over his mouth, brows knitting up as you took the tip of his shaft into your mouth, licking lazily. Shivering in your grip, the hand that wasn’t keeping him quiet slipped to hold the back of your head. You huffed softly, knowing Cove better than he knew himself, inwardly laughing at how easily you got him to give into you.

Dipping lower, you dragged your tongue against the underside of him, tracing his veins and puffing for air when you could as you sucked him off. His panting was audible even behind his hand, but it wasn’t enough for you. 

Glaring up at him through your lashes, you took him deeper into your mouth, feeling him reach the back of your tongue. As you bobbed a bit, mentally preparing to deep throat him, you cupped his package in your hand while gripping his thigh in the other. 

Squeezing and rolling him in your palm, you watched as he shuddered, moaning and gasping behind his hand. Miffed that he was keeping his sounds of pleasure - that you were giving him - all to himself, you squeezed him tighter and lightly pressed your teeth to his cock. “Ahh! Fuck!” Curling forward, he pressed down on your head while the other moved from his mouth to grab at your hand on his thigh. “Oh god, fuck, I won’t- I’m sorry, baby, please don’t stop.” 

His voice was desperate, and you realized in the back of your mind that he was very into this, more than you had originally thought, which was already a lot. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed his thigh before taking him all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Nuzzling his seafoam curls, you gagged as he bucked against you. 

Head thrown back, he couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation of you. The hot and wet feeling of your throat squeezing him as you struggled to swallow around him. “Baby~ fuck~” His shoulders shook as you kept him there for a moment longer before pulling back. He sighed as the pressure eased up a bit, eyes fluttering open as he looked down at you, hand petting through the hair atop your head. 

Pulling off of him, you couldn’t help but blush at the lovestruck gaze he had on you. Licking from base to tip, you dipped down to lick at his heavy and straining package. “You’re being such a good boy for me, Cove. How badly do you wanna cum in my mouth?” You sucked on his package, humming as he nearly choked on his breath. Popping off of him, you smiled as you stroked feather light touches across his aching cock, “Or maybe you wanna blow your load all over the sand. Let someone find it and know what a filthy boy you are, getting off in such a public area like some kinda deviant.” 

Groaning, he blushed heavily and bit his lip, nodding. Grinning, you took him back into your mouth, not bothering with teasing him anymore. You sucked tight around him, taking him deep in your throat before pulling back, making it as messy as you could, knowing it would drive him wild. 

The hand against the back of your head grabbed your hair tightly as he started bucking into you. With a choked gasp, you pressed your hands to his thighs, whimpering as you let him take the lead. He was gasping and panting above you, eyes watching you closely as he fucked your mouth. “S-So fucking good for me, sucking me so fucking- ahh!” Moaning loudly, he curled forward just a bit tighter, tummy feeling taunt as he thrust into you. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him take you for his own pleasure, basking in his whimpers and cries. With a harsh gasp, he tossed his head back, “Fuck! Gonna cum, so fucking close-” Groaning, his nails bit into you slightly as one hand shoved your shoulder back, feeling himself slip easily from your mouth. “Touch me, please!” 

He didn’t need to beg for your hand to immediately wrap around him, pumping him tight and fast. He cried out at your grip, almost hurting his already throbbing cock, “Cum for me, baby, c’mon Cove, blow your hot load all over our beach, baby.” He whined at such a high pitch, you worried it might wake up some of the neighborhood dogs. 

Gasping, his hips jerked with your movements until he shivered and groaned, cum spilling onto the sand below the both of you. Pressing your cheek to his thigh, you eased up but not without making sure you got every drop from him. Using your mouth, you cleaned up what was left before popping off gently as he whimpered from overstimulation. 

Your voice was soft as you praised him gently, “Good boy, Cove. I knew you could do it. My sweet boy.” He whined at your whispered words, looking down at you with big eyes. Standing up slowly, you sighed and nuzzled your nose with his, “I love you, Cove.” He gave you a dopey grin in return, kissing you softly before whispering it back to you against your lips. 

With a smirk, you ran your hands down his sides, “You know~ I have a little something in my pocket~” He swallowed thickly, looking down at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle with a grin splitting your face. Kissing the side of his neck, you bit into the soft skin, sucking tightly. Hearing him cry out, one hand flying up to the back of your neck, you let go of him. 

Gripping his hips, you whispered hotly against his ear, “Turn around.” He blushed heavily, nodding obediently. You sighed happily as you dragged your hands over his back before reaching his plump cheeks. Tugging out the tiny sample pouch of lubricant you had snuck into your pocket, you inwardly cheered at being able to utilize it. 

Hearing you tear open the pouch, cursing quietly as some spilled out, he stiffened. However, before he could ask you what it was, he sighed at the feeling of you rubbing his rim softly. Cooing, you smiled to yourself, “Awww, my little Cove~ You’re not even acting like you don’t want it anymore.” 

Whimpering, he shook his head, “N-No, I still- I don’t wanna get caught, I sw-ahh~” Dumping the rest of the lube over your fingers, you slipped a single digit inside of him. Sighing heavily, he rolled his hips back to take more of you. “Why do you- ahhh~ why do you even have that? I-I have a condom we could’ve used.” 

You laughed softly, pulling out before pressing two fingers into him, listening to how he moaned for you, “This is like, the fourth time we’ve gone out and I’ve had this tiny little pack of lube. I’ve been so desperate to get to fuck you somewhere out in public like this.” He moaned at your words as well as how you just barely stroked his sweet spot, “I should’ve known you would’ve been more than willing to get fucked on our beach.” 

“No, I’m- ahh!” He cried out as you spanked him across the ass, rubbing his cheek softly afterwards, your hand free after shoving the packet back into your pocket. 

“What was that, Cove? Were you about to say you aren't wanting to get fucked on our special beach? You don’t want me to pound this cute little ass of yours until you’re cumming against this rock and begging me to take you back to the hotel so you can finally fuck me?” You worked your fingers faster inside him, slipping a third in and feeling him buck against you, panting and moaning wildly. “Hmmm? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you over how loud you’re moaning. You’re scared we’re gonna get caught but you’re this loud. Fuck, it’s cute how you think you can hide how excited you are.” 

Grinning, your free hand left his cheek and slipped between his legs, feeling his cock and moaning when you found him half hard, “Aww~ you’re just so worried, aren’t you, baby? So scared that your cock is just aching to cum all over the sand again.” He cried out, fists pressed against the rock as his cock rested against the hem of your shirt, nipples chafing slightly. “Tell me how bad you want it or you don’t get to cum.” 

Tightening your hand down around the base of his cock, he cried out loudly, knowing you’d squeeze and edge him until he was crying. “I- no, I- fuck!” He couldn’t think straight, not with how your hand was pounding his pspot while your other squeezed his cock too tight. 

You hummed behind him, grinning, “Not what I wanna hear. Wow, baby. You must not wanna cum, huh?” He shook his head, but could only cry out and jerk his hips, “No? You’re saying no, you don’t wanna cum?” 

Scrambling his fingertips against the rock, he cried out loudly, “Fuck! I-I wanna cum! Please!” 

“Then tell me how badly you want me to fuck you on this beach, how badly you want someone to catch us and see you getting ravished.” Your response was lightening quick as you pumped his cock a few times, watching as he weakly kicked one leg. 

“Baby~” He whined pathetically, but unlike other times, you weren’t about to give in. Squeezing his shaft again, you smirked as he cursed loudly. “Fuck! I fucking love it! I need you so bad, ahh! W-Wanted to fuck you on this beach since we were teenagers- ahhh~ don’t give a shit who sees us, want them to know I-I belong to, ahh! B-Belong to you!” He stuttered over his words as you worked him tighter, hand pumping his cock as your fingers pounded his sweet spot. 

You focused hard on your hand movements, wincing as they stuttered between the methodical pace you had. You couldn’t deny how hot his words got you, and you took a deep breath, trying to focus entirely on his pleasure. “Good boy~” Voice tight, you gasped as he squeezed tightly around your fingers. 

You could hear him panting, words strained as he repeated over and over how he was going to cum. Grinning, you paused in your ministrations to lean down and bite his plump cheek tight. He cried out, and you went back to fucking him as quickly as you could with your hands. 

Angling his cock down, you kept your fingers still and pressed against his sweet spot as you jerked him off. “Cum for me, Cove. C’mon, baby.” He keened at your words, tossing his head back and you bit your lip, pouty that you weren’t able to pull it. 

Screaming sharply, he writhed as he climaxed hard. You could feel the sticky wetness covering your hand slightly as you touched him through it, working him even as he curled forward, whimpering as he became overly sensitive. You listened to him gasp harshly as you slowly pulled away, featherlight touches fading as you let your hand fall. 

Resting your palm on his soft cheek, you whispered gently to him, “Gonna pull out, okay, baby?” He hummed as he nodded slowly, whimpering and gasping as you tugged your fingers slowly out of him and past his clenching rim. You shushed him softly, “It’s okay, baby, I know, I know. It’s so much, isn’t it?” 

He nodded weakly, limp against the rock as he waited for feeling to come back to his limbs. As he caught his breath, you helped him slip his boxers and jeans back on, slowly working them up his legs. 

Once he was somewhat recovered, he turned to face you, still leaning heavily on the rock. “I-I think I got your shirt wet. I’m sorry, baby.” You giggled at his soft voice, shaking your head as you buttoned up his jeans. 

“It’s okay, it won’t be the first time I’m covered in your cum and sweat and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He gasped as your casual tone, looking hurt. You rolled your eyes, tugging him into a hug as you nuzzled his neck, “My poor baby! So sensitive!” He whined playfully, leaning heavily against you. Squeaking as you almost stumbled, he easily tightened his arms around you, keeping you from falling. 

Giggling softly, he grabbed your shirt and handed it to you, “We should get out of here... I don't want anyone to come investigate...” 

You gave him an innocent look, “Why? ‘Cause you were screaming about how bad you wanted to cum and get fucked?” 

Blushing hard, he stuttered over his words before huffing with a pout. Staring at each other for a solid second, you cackled as he caved first, turning around as he felt his face and ears burn. Giggling at his bashfulness, you slipped your shirt on and grabbed your phone from your pocket to turn on the flashlight. 

Whistling lowly, you couldn’t help but grin, “Wow, Cove, look at this mess you made. Dirty boy.” 

Gasping as he whipped around, he quickly clammed up as he saw the sheer amount of cum in the sand. Choosing to say nothing instead, he snatched your phone, took a picture, and then grabbed your hand and led the two of you towards the street. 

Giggling conspiratorially, you bumped your shoulder against his, “We’re gonna have to make a mad dash past our parents’, don’t want them to put two and two together.” He giggled softly before nodding. 

Feeling like two horny teenagers sneaking around to get a little action, you dashed past your childhood homes, blushes heavy on both of your cheeks and you couldn’t help but get even more excited for what could happen once you made it back to the hotel. 

#cove holden x reader #cove x reader #olba #our life #our life beginnings & always

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hey pookie wtw on the ocean and the sun 🤭

I love it so much and idk if u stopped or just put on the back burner I’m just curious I hope I don’t come across as pushy or anything it’s ok if it’s not a priority or u don’t feel like finishing it I just wanna know🫣🫣

Not me googling what WTW means… why am I so old. I’m not even old!

UGH I wanna finish it so badly! I’ve been posting an ongoing (200k+) BTS fanfic on AO3 because I’m cringe and ARMY trash… I love it so much.

Our Life was my total hyper fixation for a few months and I’ve drifted to BTS for last few months now. I haven’t forgotten about Ocean & Sun tho!! It’s in the back of my mind always, it gets a lot of attention here and on AO3 which I love!!!!

This one and Arceus are on my back burners, I hate hate hate how I’ve left them unfinished, I’m not usually like that. I’m so obsessive about finishing shit. I swear I’ll finish Ocean & Sun sometime!!! Derek and Cove will always have my heart.

#Steven speaks #I’ve been listening to the our life soundtrack recently to try and get myself back in the grove #I totally haven’t forgotten!!! #BTS has high key taken over my life #I’m so delulu #anonymous #pookie is so cute omg you’re my pookie too

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#fanfiction #polls #fan fiction #fanfic #ao3 #steven speaks #I used to write 7k chapters but recently I’ve been writing 12k and idk if that’s too much for a single chapter

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I want Levi to have basically a period every month but his body releases actual physical eggs to be fertilized externally. So he starts getting a little irritable and then you notice he's curled up with stomach cramps. You try to comfort him by spooning him but eventually he can't hide what's happening to him anymore and tearfully confesses to you that he's about to release his eggs and usually it helps if he massages his ovipositor (usually functions as a second dick). But of course you wouldn't want to see a gross Otaku jerk off and massage the eggs out of his body one by one so you can leave now. He can barely finish his sentence before you're reaching around to grab his ovipositor and gently tug it, feeling the eggs stretching it from the inside. Levi gasps and his hips jerk as a little spurt of slimy lubricant oozes out of the tip. A firmer massaging motion rewards you with the sight of an egg pushing itself to the small slit at the top of his ovipositor and stretching the sensitive skin open as it crests. Entranced, you rub your fingertip around the delicate ring where the egg and skin meet, pushing the egg back in a little just to watch it push itself back to the delicate opening of Levi's shaft. He moans and tries to slam his thighs shut but you use your legs to hold his open, shamefully exposing the orgasm you've worked him to in no time at all, the egg sliding onto his stomach with a wet plop followed by a silvery rope of cum.

"Poor Guppy, we're not been close to being done yet. Look how many eggs you still have left inside," you coo as you run your fingertips over the multiple bumps visible inside his shaft.

He can only whine and brace himself as he feels your hand return to its maddening massage.

#omswd #oviposition

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you will not guess where this ao3 summary is going

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*and are on tumblr, this will not be an indication of age of fanfic writers overall, of course

I broke up the 20s as I, in my experience, feel there is a greater distinction between these age groups

please pick the age you are now, not what you will be

there is no “I want to see answers” option as I don’t want junk data

please reblog!

#30s #basically

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consuming media like

#me writing fucked up shit

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“pick up the spatula spongebob” is SENDING me 😭

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Also, plz reply/tag w/ how much you do both, I'm curious !!!

#write all the time hardly read #uuuhhh I read my stuff #that shits good #exactly what I like #it’s hard finding stuff I like #someone give me the strength #to write something other than the 113k BTS fic I have

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People seem to have forgotten that "proship" was the Fandom norm for the longest time.

Only, it wasn't called proship. It was called ship and let ship. Or minding your own buisness.

If someone had a ship you didn't like or thought was gross, you would avoid them. If they drew art or wrote stories you didn't agree with or like, you would ignore them.

There were tags like smut, whump, and angst to tell people about things they might not want to read. And then dead dove: do not eat for taboo subjects and especially gritty fic.

Then people started to ignore that. Younger fans started to bully people because they disagreed with shipping certain characters. Whether it be because it "wasn't canon", they thought it was gross, or they just didn't like it.

These people began calling themselves "anti-ship"

Pro-ship became a label to show that someone was against anti-ship.

Eventually, the anti-ship movement began to die down. So do you know what they did? They started accusing people. Of being pedophiles, groomers, rape supporters, and more. All because they wrote or drew things that these people didn't like.

They began claiming that THEY were the Fandom norm, and that these "proshippers" were the bad people. They started claiming that proship stood for "problematic shipping"

Due to this, the term "pro-ship" is often misconstrued as to what it means. Many people don't even KNOW what it means.

It means "anti-censorship".

It means that we support someone's right to produce art, no matter how gross, no matter how taboo, no matter how "problematic"

Because it's not hurting anyone.

If it's something you don't want to see? Block the person. Block the tag. Say in your bio that you don't like it. That's what they're FOR!

This was discussed in earlier days of fandom.

"I wonder why people would read a story in a genre they don't care for, then take the time to let the writer know that sure enough, they didn't care for it. That would be like me going to a restaurant, ordering a slice of cherry pie, then asking that the chef be brought out so I can say "I don't like cherry pie, and I didn't like yours either." To continue this analogy into its usual fannish outcome, the chef would say "Well gee, lady, why did you order it?" And I'd say, "Are you questioning my right to order cherry pie?"

-Unknown 2002

Except now, it would be like the person who didn't like the cherry pie and ordered it anyways then demanded that no restaurant serve cherry pie because it was poison. Not only is it a ridiculous request, it's blatantly untrue.

#lol the people who comment corny shit #on all my dark fics #tell you what I do #hit that motherfucking delete button babey #after I take a screenshot and send it to all my friends #and we laugh at them

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Me: maybe I’m not cut out to be a writer…idk what if I’m not good enough

BookTok romance writers: ‘what if you were just a normal school teacher…but the MINOTAUR wanted to get you PREGNANT’

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