#fingers n around the wrists until the skin got too thin to do it without drawing blood &then my friends were like. what the fuck dude.

[intertexts-moving]

also second normal person question of the night: did u guys ever like. sew ur skin. in highschool. like for the bit. like yk just thru the first couple layers of skin not drawing blood or anything.

#we did this alllllllllllllllll the time until once i did running stitch around like. my entire hand like all the way up n down all of my #fingers n around the wrists until the skin got too thin to do it without drawing blood &then my friends were like. what the fuck dude. #like. ???? normal person behavior tbh if u have a sewing kit around. #in hindsight i do understand why maybe it looked a bit unhinged. but its fine it didnt even hurt until i ripped it all out. #txt

[sugar-plum-writer]

My Oh My

Paring: Fem!Reader x JJK Men [Gojo, Toji, Sukuna(more NSFW)] Tags: Slight NSFW A/n: What would jjk men do when you are travelling together, at your parents place, and they cannot fuck you~ ;)

"My Oh My darling~ you think you can escape?"

GOJO:

"Fuck...", he muttered under his breath, gripping the sink tightly, standing shirtless as sweat dripped- glistening on his skin, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

He hated the situation he was in right now, so pissed he completed his missions faster at a speed beyond comparison to distract himself.

Right now you and he were in your parents house to stay for summer break, afterall you also had to visit your family because you were part of the clan and it was needed. He and you have to visit every year.

Each visit was hell for him, the strongest could deal with anything, afterall he is the best. What he could not deal with was not getting to have you under him moaning.

The walls of old Japanese homes were thin, a bit echoey, plus with your parents around it was hard to fuck you. He cannot guarantee he would be able to hold back- just imagining you controlling your voice as you two fuck makes him want to go wild, fuck you so hard, until the whole estate knows you are getting railed by him. It's an ego thing for him.

Though for your and his privacy, in your home he had sound proofed the house to go as crazy as he wanted. But your parents house was not sound proof.

If you two got caught, it would be uncomfortable to look your parents in the eyes as you and he did right now.

His image of that kind, perfect son-in-law, the type to bring you home by 8 blown into smithereens with how he fucks you, the filth that comes out from his mouth, best it stays between you and him.

And right now as he stares at himself, gripping the sink so hard it had started to crack. His judgement was getting clouded, he was thinking with his dick right now than his brain.

"Satoru? what's the matter?", concerned you entered the bathroom, it was night time and he should be in bed, seeing you in your pajamas- hell it did not even expose your skin too much but- something in him snapped

"Hotel", staring at you seriously with a dangerous glint he leaned in

"Wh-?"

Before you could say anything he grabbed your wrist putting your hand over his crotch, making your eyes widen

"Right. Now"

His tone, his eyes, everything about him right now- dangerous, he was a walking, breathing red flag

" 'Toru! I-"

Grabbing your jaw he kissed you hard, pinning you against the wall his fingers traced the lacy hem of your panties

"Satoru-", you tried to breath as he continued kissing you and without saying another word the world changed, he teleported you and him outside of the mansion

"I am losing my shit Y/n", pulling away he looked at you, "Right now I am using every fiber of my being to not rip those clothes off you and fuck you right here. outside. Jerking off to your nudes is not enough."

Your jaw dropped, this- sure he has been down bad but never this down bad, hell he did not even bother to wear a shirt.

"Fine. Let's go", seeing him like this turned you on too, hell you too wanted to fuck, your pussy was begging for him all week.

His eyes lit up the moment you said, 'yes' and a psychotic smirk tugged his lips, the next thing you know, he's dragging you with him to the nearest motel.

The chilling calm wind of the night blew, the leaves rustled making a very calm and comfortable environment, ideal night to relax. The moon hung in the sky and the stars twinkled, a serene environment as the motel help-desk workers jaw dropped.

A man with white hair, blue eyes, entered shirtless just in sweatpants and house slippers, dragging with him a woman in her pajamas also in house slippers. Sure the motel help-desk worker has seen all kinds of things but never anything this crazy.

"Keys.", putting his hand out he looked at the worker in the desk, the look in his eyes made the motel help-desk worker gulp and quietly give him the keys to the nearest room.

Slamming the door shut behind him he threw your clothes on the floor grinning

"Fuck Baby, it's gonna be a long night. Better come up with excuses 'morrow to explain"

TOJI:

Toji considered himself to be somewhat patient, afterall it took a lot of patience and planning to hunt sorcerers, he was lazy too, he loved to make things efficient for himself.

Being with multiple women in the past he rarely lost his cool, but you right now- wrapped in a towel, skin flushed red, all nice and warm from the shower, as you applied moisturizer on your skin made him hard.

"Shit..."

He knew he loved you, and would kill for you, but today he realized he was even more down bad than he thought.

It did not help that he had not been able to fuck you since you and he were visiting your parents house. And he had done an amazing job to look like the perfect son-in-law your parents could trust.

To think 1 week of no sex could make him this down bad.

He never put this much effort, but for you he did, to earn your parents trust. And the thoughts in his mind right now were not helping him maintain his perfect son-in-law image.

He would never care if it was some place else and just pound you but the situation here was different

Clenching his fist his eyes trailed your body- the curves, the cleavage, the thighs. In his brain he had already bent you over, throwing the towel on the floor, pulling your hair back, ramming into you- till your voice cracked and you were begging him to slow down.

All kinds of dirty thoughts were in his brain, getting filthier each passing minute.

His brain was calculating how to fuck you, the minutes- hell he was calculating it down to seconds, all scenarios that could happen. If you two got caught? game over all hard work down the drain

With a chilling gaze he looked at you like a predator eyeing his prey.

"Oh Toji! you are here", your voice chirped as you turned around- your eyes looking into his

"Y/n....", with a grunt he clenched his fist tighter

So fresh right now, the scent of your shampoo, your skin- he wanted to bite you, kiss you- mess you all up.

Something about messing you up, looking like a mess turned him on so much. Anyone seeing how messed up you looked beside him- knew exactly what happened, the sloppy make-up, messy clothes, lip-stick marks on his face.

Hell he loved messing you up, knowing you were such a whore just for him, knowing the way your pussy dripped was because of him. It made him so hard.

"Toji?", looking at him, your body barely concealed in the towel- made his breath hitch

"Fuck it, I am done...", taking his shirt off he grabbed your foot pulling you towards him making you panic

"Toji! wh-"

"I am down bad....fuck, shit, god damn it"

"I don't care anymore Y/n", putting your legs over his shoulder he looked at you, spreading your pussy open with his thick fingers, rubbing your clitoris

"So warm, so wet, you are so perfect for me", smirking his movements got faster- kissing you hungrily like their is no tomorrow.

"Better control your voice princess or I'll make you"

SUKUNA:

Sukuna, was a man who never cared about human affairs, he always did what he wanted, it's his way or the highway- a highway of death.

After being alive for 1000+ years, he just knows what he wants, and gets what he wants.

But he actually lowered his snarky attitude and became humble in front of your parents, since he has lived for more than 1000+ years he knew how to get along with people, tea? sure he can make it- cook? sure he can, he do many things, had many skills.

He impressed not only your parents but also you.

Your parents actually were proud of you to find such a good man and praised him. How he was such a gentleman, polite, smart, considerate, kind etc

If anyone had even told Sukuna one day he 'The King Of Curses', will humble himself and be like this he would have killed them on spot.

Because him actually being like this, even a fortune teller would laugh his ass off.

But here he was, sitting- chatting with your parents like a normal person, all he did was because you asked him too.

He will never admit it- but the power you held over him was immense

But one thing he did not like was not having his way with you. If he had known, it would be like this with him not being able to fuck you- he would have seriously re-considered his decision.

The way he eyed you as he spoke over the dining table, gripping your thighs, made you know one thing

You are fucked and are in deep shit right now- He was pissed, very pissed.

After dinner, soon you were alone with him and his attitude did a 180.

"Y/n....", with a glare he grabbed your jaw

"Do you know how pissed I am right now?", his lips inches apart from yours and he looked into your eyes with a chilling gaze

"S-Sukuna! I-", you gulped as you tried to speak

"Do you know- how hard this week has been woman?", tightening his grip- he stuffed his fingers inside your pussy

"Now, that expression suits you pet", smirking he rubbed your clitoris looking at your face as you moaned

"Su-Sukuna I-I m'sorry", with how rough he was treating you- your voice was cracking

"I wonder if your parents know how much of a whore you are", with a sneer he pinched your clitoris giving it a light slap, "Now, you aren't allowed to cum until I let you", patting your pussy he just edged you

The moment he sensed you are about to cum he stopped chuckling as you whined and begged him

"Quiet. wouldn't wanna let your parents know now would ya?", with a devilish grin he whispered

"Let's see how far you can control your moans shall we Y/n?"

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[joelsgreys]

a safe haven l chapter eight sneak peek

A/N: it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted an official sneak peek for this series. I was kind of surprised that most people voted for a snippet of this one, I really thought it would be the PD fic. But I’m glad that this lil series of mine is still one people want to read. There’s a few people out there rooting for these babies and to those few people: thank you for motivating me to see this one through to the end. Few more chapters to go!

*this is from the beginning of the chapter before shit starts to hit the fan so let’s enjoy the good while it lasts! also, I made sure to post a hefty snippet because this chapter is going for 9k 👀

“The water isn’t too hot, is it?” You asked, running the wet washcloth over his chest and neck, careful not to take it near his bandaged shoulder. Leaning over the side of the tub, a lock of hair fell loose out of your ponytail and Joel was quick to lift his hand out of the water, tucking it behind your ear.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured, his hand grazing your cheek, the water dripping off of his arm landing on your blouse, soaking through the material. “Looks like you’re gonna have to take that shirt off, Peach. I got you wet,” Joel couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his own terrible innuendo.

“Unbelievable! I just pulled a bullet out of you, and you’re already thinking of getting me naked?” You teased him with a little giggle. “Oh and by the way I hope you know that there will be none of that for a while, not until you’re all healed up. Got it?”

His face fell. “You serious? But you said it could be four to six weeks until my shoulder heals—how am I supposed to go that long without touchin’ you?”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to survive, Miller.”

Joel grumbled incoherently under his breath.

Chuckling, you leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to his right temple. Your lips lingered over the small jagged scar, causing him to shudder slightly.

“You were right about Ellie,” You murmured softly against his skin. “You were right to warn me about her.”

He frowned. “She confronted you ‘bout us?”

Pulling away from him, you nodded.

“Earlier at the stables, before Tommy showed up.”

Joel grimaced.

“Might regret askin’ this, but what did she say?”

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip.

“She wants me to leave Luke.”

He raised an eyebrow. “She did? What else did she say?”

“That the three of us could be a family. She said it wasn’t that complicated—all I had to do was pack up my things, take off the ring and leave him. Said I could move in here with you two.” You paused to let out a small, breathless laugh. “I told her I would love that more than anything in the world, but that it’s not possible. I can’t leave him.”

His jaw clenched. “Because he won’t let you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again.

Like father, like daughter.

Joel and Ellie were cut from the same damn cloth.

“Joel, I love you. And I love Ellie, too. You two have made me so, so happy,” You told him, softly. “Ever since I met you both, something in me changed. It was like I had forgotten what it felt like to love, and to be loved. That part of me, I thought it was dead and buried, but you two brought it back to life.”

“You belong with us, Peach. Your place is with us. Your home is with us, not with Luke.”

“I know,” You whispered. “I know that, Joel.”

Joel sat up straight in the tub, wincing slightly. He was really starting to feel the pain in his shoulder.

“Joel, stop. Come on, you need to take it easy.”

Placing your hands on his chest, you tried to push him back, but Joel’s hand reached up and caught one of your wrists, his fingers curling around it.

“Whatever you’re afraid of—”

“Joel, please,” You whispered, thickly. “Don’t.”

“You ain’t gotta be afraid, baby. I can protect you. I can keep you safe.” His thumb lightly caressed the thin, delicate skin on the inside of your wrist as his eyes met yours. “I can keep you safe. I wouldn’t let anythin’ bad happen to you. Neither would the kid. She loves you too damn much.”

You swallowed back the lump in your throat.

Lifting your wrist, Joel planted a gentle kiss on the inside of it, your pulse strong under his lips.

“Me and Ellie, you’ll be alright with us.”

A long, heavy sigh escaped you. “I know that.”

“Then? What’s stoppin’ you?”

You sighed again.

“Just—just give me time so I can figure things out, okay? If I have it my way, I’ll be living here with you and Ellie before winter comes around.”

#;ash #;a safe haven #fic: ash #fic: a safe haven #ash sneak peek

[darthmaulification]

I loved your sugardaddy death maul dribbles n headcannons 😔👌🏻 will you make more in the future?? I’d love to see more tbh 😩💖💖💖

LOLZ sorry for being so inactive gamers, i’ve been doing a lot in my IRL life. 😅 this has been sitting in my inbox for a lil while, and since then sugar daddy maul has been haunting me. 💗

i totally want to write more, especially a full length thing, but it’s honestly a lot of twiddling my thumbs and twirling a lock of hair around my finger waiting for inspiration to write to strike LMAO 💀💀

i did write these two mini drabbles to tide us all over until then though!! enjoy!!

(18+ and as gn!reader as possible!! also the second drabble got a tad dark whoops)

clothes shopping

“Wonderful.” The compliment is spoken in a tone often reserved for the midnight hours and glasses of champagne. Maul continues in that same sultry purr, “Positively radiant.”

Red satin and shimmering chiffon drape over your body like a crimson waterfall. The robes are form-fitting in all the right places, breathable and flowy where needed. Gilded armbands hold the fabric up while gold bracelets around your wrists keep a loose sleeve on your arms. Your feet are bare, aside from a couple toe rings and pearl anklets.

And, as always, the thin gold chain with its single ruby eye sparkles around your neck.

You meet Maul’s gaze in the shop mirror. behind you, he stands tall, one arm behind his back, one hand at his chin— contemplative, mulling over his thoughts and the sight of you in the gorgeous robes and jewelry he picked out, appraising. With a smirk and approving hum, Maul’s expression shifts into one of utmost satisfaction.

“You look delectable, my pet.” He says, voice as smooth as honey and just as addictive. He places his gloved leather palms firm on your hips, squeezing, a hot iron grip— a promise. His touch is like heaven on fire, and the positive attention has you preening. A smile pulls your lips upwards, then Maul brings one hand up to your neck and a single finger hooks around your choker.

“Let us retire to my quarters, shall we?”

-

arm candy

It’s not the first time that your presence has been accosted in such a manner, but that doesn’t make it any less upsetting. The words levied at you burn your mind, swirling around your thoughts like a vicious storm. Deep down, you know it's nothing to be ashamed of— as you’re content and happy with your life— but your chosen... profession has a stigma that nips close at its heels.

Just another common whore, all desperate and spread-legs, for a man’s attention. You going to warm my bed too, sweetheart?

The Zabrak who had spit that at you was not your Zabrak. He was some sneering, tight-lipped Iridonian Zabrak, with dull beige skin and minimal tattoos. Your Dathomirian Zabrak, with his masterful body art, would never say such a thing to you— Least not without your explicit consent.

The room's at a complete hush. Dead silence. Next to you, where Maul sits in his throne, you can practically feel the fire of his wrath searing the air. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you continue to stare at your folded hands in your lap.

In your peripheral, Maul snarls and rises abruptly. His voice comes out in a deadly hiss, “What did you say?”

The words slice the stiff and unmoving atmosphere, and you look up just in time to see the Iridonian's haughty visage practically crumbles. He makes eye contact with you— fear written plain on his face— and you look away, at Maul.

He stands tall, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw muscles tense. A vicious snarl tugs his face into one that screams danger— a cobra coiled and braced to strike. His eyes are blistering, volcanic eruptions. Maul’s saberstaff hangs at his hip, sheathed, but waiting.

"I-I...! I meant no-no— Please forgive me.” The Iridonian stammers through a desperate plea for his life, taking several steps back, unknowingly bumping into the two black-armored Mandalorian guards who appear like harbingers of death behind him. He yelps when they sieze his arms, cries out in pain when one of the two kicks his knee out from under him. The beige Zabrak falls to the floor with a thunk!, held aloft by the iron grips on his upper arms.

“Please! I’m sorry! I beg of you!” You watch as the Iridonian begins to openly weep, sniveling in the face of his demise like the coward he is. Maul glances to you and clears his throat, gaining your attention. Though his expression is still furious, and his hackles raised and stern— His eyes are soft for you.

“It’s your call, my darling pet.” Maul says in a low rumble, and everything the other man said to you melts away. You give Maul a small smile, fiddling with the ruby on your choker, and although you’ve never considered yourself a vengeful person— You’re allowed to send a message here.

“I think he’d quite like being locked away for a little while, my Lord.” You reply, and Maul grins wolfishly, flicking his wrist. At once, the Mandalorians heave the prisoner into the grasp and without wasting a second, march out of the room. The sounds of the Iridonians pleads and screams disappear the second the doors close.

Maul steps closer to you, a dangerous grin on his face, and his gloved hand lays firm on the base of your neck. His thumb rubs circles on your skin, and you lean into his touch. Maul’s index finger loops around your choker just as his other hand rises to cradle your chin in his palm. He turns your head to look up at him, and you’re gone to his honeyed gaze.

“Fantastic decision, my pet.” He purrs, akin to a satisfied lion and just as regal. Then, in an action that’s quite rare combined with the praise, Maul leans down and plants a kiss to your lips. 

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[ani-dirty-imagines]

How bout sanemi smutty alphabet you don't have to do this of course!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

includes gn!reader and explicit sexual content

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

One of the first things he does is clean you up and be as gentle at moving your body as he possibly can. Next he’ll ask you if you are hurt or if you need anything. He’s actually at his gentlest in moments like this. He might even give you a shy kiss on the head as he apologises for being too rough on you. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he likes his chest cause that’s where you eyes always land on.

For you, it’s definitely your ass. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Thick cum that takes a while to drip down your skin which makes it more mesmerizing to watch. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He actually likes it when you pull his hair and likes the way your nails scrape at his scalp. Yeah, he’s kind of a masochist but damn, does he look good when you pull his head back. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has some experience but not as much as others might think. He’s done a few quickies to de-stress. He knows that his brazen personality gets in the way of things so, he hasn’t ever made love to anyone before. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggy. He likes to smack your ass and your thighs when he pounds you from behind. He also won’t mind pinning you on a wall and taking your from behind. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He doesn’t mean to be goofy but he’s the type to get so fucking upset when he drops the lube. It looks so funny when he tries to grab it and the container just rolls the other way. Don’t laugh though, it’s bad for his rep-

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

 It’s a little bushy but it’s still pretty clean. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It really depends on who you are. If you are the one he loves then he can’t help but savour you and take his time with you. He’s still a little impatient so he’s got no problem getting rougher when you want him to. He’d love for you to ask actually. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jack off often. Can go with months of not jacking off. He also doesn’t need a vivid image in his head to get off. He usually just does it to relieve some stress. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

A combination of edging and impact play. He can be giving it to you hard and good and then suddenly stop when he knows you’re at the edge. Instead of moving he’d begin to smack your ass until it’s a deep red. His other hand is pinning you down so you can’t buck up to his cock that is still in you. 

Biting, of course. You’re his. That’s your easily jealous lover so he has to bite you. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Risky places so he can really feel the blood pumping. He’d fuck you behind a thin-walled room just after a meeting so he knows that there are still people out there. He also doesn’t have any problem fucking you on a wall in an alleyway. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Dress up for him. Show some skin with other people around so that when he takes you by the wrist and throws you on the bed he’ll have more reasons to fuck the idea that you’re his into you. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Consensual non-con. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving and pulls you by the hair when you’re at it. 

When he gives oral he’s pretty relentless with his fingers. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

His history of having quickies has conditioned him to go fast and rough but you can see how he slows down and even gets kind of emotional in the middle of it. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If you’re his lover then he’d prefer not to have quickies. He’d agree to it though when the two of you are needier than usual. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Takes risks with the places he fucks you in, and the places he chooses to put hickeys on you on. He’d give you hickeys on the back of your neck, the base of your neck, around your collarbone. Sometimes he’d even pull your collar down just to show them off. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Around 2-4 rounds a night but is ready to do it all over again first thing in the morning if you want to. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

On you. He loves it on you. 

He likes nipple clamps. It isn’t much of a toy but he likes handcuffs and collars. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

MF tease

 He calls you a slut and then he kisses you all soft and sweet while he ruts into you. He listens to you beg and beg and beg as he continues to kiss you and then he pulls his cock out just as he feels you twitch against him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Curses pretty loudly

 Mixes praises with dirty talk right into your ear when you two are pressed together and his hips are stuttering to get you both to feel good. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Man looks incredible with a collar around his neck.

He likes it when you bite his lower lip. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Around 7-8 when erect and has a fat tip for his thick cum. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s pretty impatient for a lot of things but he’s very patient when it comes to sex. He has to make sure that you want it too. He’s one to run his hands down on you and grope your ass when you sit on his lap though. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep around an hour after you’ve fallen asleep. He takes the time to hold you, tuck your hair behind your ear, and whisper how much he loves you and how afraid he is to lose you. He can only hope you’re asleep enough to not hear him. 

a/n: sanemi (starts crying) i love him, your honour

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[joshkiszkashikingboots]

Beautiful Boy

tags: josh kiszka x transmasc reader, fluff, smut, unprotected, earthy, gvf x m, gvf x enby, gvf x transmasc, 18+ NO MINORS

(I know its been awhile just took a small break but I am back)

You feel the wind and sun from the window brush along your bare skin as you wake, slightly smiling as you open your eyes. Josh was softly on your stomach, still silent and sleeping unlike the birds outside, that were singing their morning song. You smile down at him, admiring him in this quiet moment. After months of touring, he was finally home, resting.

Your fingers twirled in his curls and massaged his scalp. Soon, he was groaning softly and stretching along with it. You look from the window, down to him and smile a bit, “good morning, my love.” you say as he yawns, “good morning, beautiful boy”. He leaned up and kissed into the center of your chest, before pulling himself towards your mouth. you hold his face and keep him in your kiss for a long moment before releasing him.

“Want breakfast?” You ask as his tired eyes gaze into yours.

“Yes please, love. I’ve got to take a shower but it will be quick” He pressed his velvet lips against your neck and slipped his tongue along it at some point.

When he got up and started the shower, you made your way to the kitchen. You put a skillet on the stove with some oil, salt, pepper, and balsamic vinegar then put some tomatoes in. It was one of your favourite breakfast foods and the thing that got Josh to like tomatoes. In another pan you cracked two eggs in with some seasoning, leaving it to cook while you shook around the skillet with the tomatoes. Joshua came around the corner with a robe on and dripping hair, hugging your waist firmly, but not rough. You turned your face to him and laughed, reaching a hand to touch his sopping hair, “Babe,”you chuckled, “your hair is still soaking”

He smirked and nodded, “I didn’t feel like doing the whole routine today, let alone drying it, I missed you too much. Theres been too much tome without you” he kissed the back of your neck, then the side as you tilted your head back. “Joshua Michael, don’t make me burn our food” you joked, turning off the heat and plating your meals, pulling from him.

Josh sat at the breakfast bar with you and ate, he shared his favourite moments from touring that he was too tired to share the night before, but honestly, you were just barely holding focus. Your eyes were locked on his lips. You adored how they looked, how he licked them every few sentences, and how they looked with the warm lighting of the sun coming through the kitchen window. You didn’t want eggs or tomatoes, you wanted to devour him.

He noticed this, and how you rubbed your thighs together every so often, but he didn’t do anything. At the end, Josh grabbed your dishes and started to wash them. You followed, and grabbed a towel to dry them, accepting that you would just wait until after to act. To your surprise, however, after his last dish was washed, he stopped you from drying it and flipped you around, pinning your ass against the counter. He met his lips to yours and slipped his tongue in to mingle with yours. You groaned deep from your chest and he groaned back in response. You felt him already hard and your hand found its way down and between the thin layers of his robe, you started stroking him. He moaned softly and pulled your wrist away, “As much as I love that, I’d like to treat you first…” He pulled you up onto the counter and kneeled, untying your pajama pants.

Your hips shivers softly as he brought his hot mouth closer to your center, “you know, you have been so so so patient with me y/n, thank you”. And suddenly, his mouth was on you, violently rubbing against your clit despite his gentle face staring up at you. Your face shot up and your teeth held your bottom lip between them as you groaned and shivered. His mouth was perfection, you felt holy. He flattened his tongue and ran it up, then slipped a few fingers in, causing a noise to rip out of your chest when he hit the perfect spot. You didn’t know how, but you were already so close, and he could tell by the way your thighs held him in your heat.

“Fuck Josh- good lord” You whined out, “fuck, please” He gasped softly and pulled away, still working you with his fingers.

“You know I will give you what you need baby” He quickly brought his mouth back and flicked his tongue on your tcock/clit, softly suckling it in the process. Soon, you found yourself right on the edge, gripping his curls towards your torso as if he could get any closer. You let go and held the counter tightly and shook around him as you poured into him. He slightly worked his tip with the precum caused by this sight. He slowed his tongue and fingers with you as you came down from your high, both of you panting.

“Oh god…its been awhile since I’ve had you and not a vibe or stroker.” You gasped out and relaxed back, your head against the cupboards. He licked his lips and kissed your thigh once. “I am so glad you enjoyed it baby.”

He lifted himself up and started to kiss you again. You giggled softly at the euphoria you felt and smirked at him. “Josh, its your turn”, you stood up, meeting his height, and kissed him, sucking his lips softly as you stroked around his throbbing cock. You, now, were the one moving to your knees, licking the underside and tip. he leaned against the counter you were just on and let out the gorgeous sound of his groan. “Fuck, thats good.” He missed the feeling of you around him, in any way, he was tired of his hand. You slowly took him in and gagged softly as you reached the base. You then quickened your speed but you were stopped by him pulling back.

“Y/n..I need you” Josh spoke darkly, but still sweet.

“Josh, babe, you have me.” You were about to resume your work but he stopped you.

“No, I need you.” You knew what he meant but played dumb anyways.

“Can you show me what you mean?” you looked up at him, waiting for him to move but before you could even process it he was pinning you against the fridge. You really, really didn’t mind though. There was no resistance as he slid into you, you shivered around him, and he moaned softly.

“Good baby,” He kissed along your neck, “that feels so good” He started to move himself, gripping your hips, but still a little slow. He was usually rather gentle, but today was different because in a matter of moments he started to pound himself into you with a light slap.

“Fuck darling” He whined softly, biting into your shoulder.

Your eyes were rolling back and another climax was coming on. His was too. He hit just the right spot like this, especially with the roll of his hips. Josh released his mouth and kept moaning against you, which only brought you closer to the edge. When his thrusts started shuttering you knew he was close and pushed yourself back into him. “Josh- please keep going” you whispered through your gasps.

He nodded, even though you couldn’t see and then whined out, “Yes pretty boy, I will”

As he came, he held himself deep inside on you, who was returning with another orgasm that matched his. you held like this for awhile, sweating, hot, with cum dripping from you.

He pulled out slowly and took one last deep breath. “That was so good” He laughed and kissed your head. “How about i go run a bath for you love, I can sing to you while you wash up?” You nodded softly and smiled at him with a flushed face.

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fluff #greta van smut #jacob kiszka #jake kiszka #joshua kiszka #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fanfiction

[nyuksw]

need you, sunwoo smut

warnings/content: use of pet names, praising, begging, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (fem) gosh i hope this is good enough for my writing comeback fehdjek

You heard some rustling behind the door before it opened, revealing a happy Sunwoo smiling widely at you, his smile soon dropping the second his eyes landed on your face with tears running down your cheeks.

You rushed into his arms, his arms instantly wrapping around you comfortingly.

“What happened?” he asked in a soft yet concerned voice.

“My boyfriend and I - we broke up.” you manage to speak between tears.

“Why? Did something happen?” his voice sounded more concerned.

You sighed and pulled away, too embarrassed to say it. “The sex was bad and that was affecting our relationship…”

Sunwoo raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean the sex was bad?”

“It was him, he would only focus on his own pleasure. I… I never came with him.” you said, lowering your voice at the end as if that would make it any less embarrassing to you.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm?” Sunwoo asked, his voice too loud for your liking making you turn red.

“Sunwoo!” you whined, hitting his arm lightly.

“What? He never knew how to pleasure you properly, what an asshole.” he scoffed, knowing very well he was one of the many guys who put his needs first every single time.

“I have something to ask you.” you pulled him out of his thoughts.

He looked at you, scanning your body language. A habit he developed from being your friend. You were fidgeting with your fingers, you were nervous about something.

“What is it?” he asked, extending a hand to wrap it around your wrist, making you stop your fidgeting and looking up at him.

“I need your help…” you spoke softly, your voice fading without you even noticing, your nerves eating you alive but you were still determined to say it.

“For what?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and nodding slightly forward to encourage you to speak and say it all at once.

You took a deep breath, “Will you have sex with me?”

Sunwoo’s eyes widened, he just stood there for a few seconds. Unsure if he heard right or if his own mind was playing games on him. Were you, his best friend, really asking him that?

A smile started to creep at the corner from his mouth, you knew he probably didn’t believe you. “I’m being serious, I want to have sex with you. I need it…”

Something clicked inside Sunwoo’s mind, feeling slightly hurt. But why? Was it because you only wanted to have sex and have an orgasm and only that, or was it because he was hoping you were asking him because you liked him the same way he has liked you for some time secretly.

“So you only want to use me to ogasm?” He didn’t mean for his tone to come out so bitter but it did.

“It’s not like that!” you quickly reassured him, “Look, we’ve been friends for so long and I trust you the most. Losing my virginity wasn’t as special as I would’ve wanted, so I would like for this to be special, to be with someone that’s important to me. That person being you, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo’s eyes softened upon hearing that, a gentle smile forming on his lips. He stared into your eyes, already caught in the feelings. He was going to take good care of you and make you feel the way no one else has done before. Even if it was only for one time.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you towards him, his other hand cupping your face as you stumbled towards him, lips crashing into a heated kiss. His hands slid down your body, creeping up your shirt. His cold fingers making you shiver as his thumb massages your skin in circles. He started to take steps back, dragging you along with him without breaking the kiss until he felt the couch behind his knees and he pulled you down with him.

You placed your knees at each side of him, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Gasping when he squeezed your ass, taking the chance to slip his tongue in. You started to slowly grind against him, making him groan and pull away.

Unsteady breathing and messy clothes and hair already, he looked up at you. Eyes filled with lust matching yours.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

Sunwoo smirked and gripped your hips, pulling you down and making you moan the moment you felt his erection nudging your clit through the thin materials of your clothes. He started to move you back and forth, grinding against him again but this time harder and closer.

“Feel that? My dick is already so hard for you and I haven’t even seen anything yet.” he said, his voice coming out in a low husky tone. “Do you like how it feels?” he asked and you nodded.

He swiftly removed your shirt, leaving you only in your bra.

“So fucking hot, you look so beautiful.” he murmured, hands exploring your body.

He unbuttoned your pants and slid his hand down your core, his fingers coming into contact with your wet folds.

“Fuck you’re dripping wet.” he said under his breath.

He started to move his fingers, rubbing your clit in circles. “Come on baby, let me hear you.” He said trailing kisses all over your chest, fingers moving faster. “Don’t be shy.”

You stopped holding back, moaning and squirming under his touch. You have never been this aroused before, you were in pure ecstasy and you haven’t even done too much with him yet.

Sunwoo inhaled sharply, looking up at you with almost dark eyes. “Beg for it, I want to hear you beg. Beg me to make you come.”

“Please make me come.” you managed to say breathlessly.

“I’ll make you come so hard, baby. But I need to hear you beg for it.”

“Sunwoo… p-please.” you whimpered, feeling closer to your orgasm.

“Please what, angel?” he smirked, adding more pressure and speed to his movements.

“Faster -- fuck, please do it faster!”

“Like this?”

His movements became rougher, you felt it building up. Dropping your head to his shoulder, hearing your moans so close to his ear turned him on even more. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my dick.” he groaned and you felt yourself clenching around nothing as he kept his pace with his fingers against your clit.

The tension inside of you bursted, making you throw your head back. Having your first orgasm caused by someone else in so long, it felt so good. His fingers stopped his movements, taking out his hand ghosting over your sensitive clit and making you jolt over the slight overstimulation from the contact.

You came back to your senses, opening your eyes only to see Sunwoo looking at you. His gaze became tender, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear leaning in to peck your lips.

“You look so beautiful.” He whispered.

“I’m probably a mess.” you chuckled.

He shook his head, leaning in back again, capturing your lips into a kiss. He lifted you up carefully, placing you down into the couch. He pulled away to remove his shirt before leaning down to kiss your body all the way from your chest towards your stomach, his fingers pulling down your pants and panties at once as you moved your hands behind your back to unhook your bra and remove it.

Sunwoo looked at you completely naked, eyes once again filled with lust and licking his lips as he got a full view of your exposed core. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then do it, what are you waiting for?” you asked, biting your lip.

“I’m on something else first,” he smirked and kissed you one more time before he kissed his way down to your core.

He got his arms under your legs and reached for your boobs, massaging them just as he gave your folds a long lick. You gasped with your hips bucking up against him, still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm. You let your eyes flutter shut when Sunwoo continued licking your pussy, teasing your clit with his tongue and placing kisses on it before wrapping his pretty plump lips around it and sucking on it lightly. Sliding two fingers up your slit and pushing them inside you, earning a hot moan from you.

You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled on it lightly as he ate you out, his nose gently rubbing into your sensitive clit.

“Sunwoo, I-I..” you gasped when he curled his fingers inside you, touching your spot and fastened his tongue licks.

“Hmm?” The vibrations of his deep voice made it feel like electricity running all over your body, and just as you were about to speak again, he took your hard nipples between his fingers again, rolling them.

His eyes looking up to you, a proud smirk forming on his lips. “Yeah? Did you say something?”

“I need you…” you breathed, whimpering when he swirled his tongue around your bud and continuing with slow, teasing licks. His fingers kept rolling your nipples, and it all together was adding just too much pleasure.

With a gentle suck on your clit once again, Sunwoo sent you over the edge one more time. You squirmed, your hips bucking up as he hungrily licked all your juices.

Once you calmed down and came back to your senses, cupping Sunwoo’s face with your hand. “Please make love to me.” you whispered.

Sunwoo looked up at you immediately, his eyes almost melting into yours with so much love. He smiled and nodded, quickly pulling down his sweatpants and underwear, moving up towards you and kissing you while getting on his knees between your legs, pumping himself a few times before aligning at your entrance. Looking up at you one more time, you nodded giving him permission.

Sensitive from your previous orgasms, you wrapped your arms around him, whimpering quietly. He noticed and pressed his lips against yours, sharing a gentle kiss as he thrusted into you. Nails digging into his back when you felt him hit your spot, and he grunted at the way your pussy clenched around him, making his thrusts become deeper.

You tightened your legs around his torso, trying to pull him deeper and closer with the heels of your feet pressed against his lower back. He moved his hips against yours, thrusting deeper making you gasp every time he hit your spot. Sunwoo’s breathing was getting more unsteady and his kisses got hungrier as the orgasm he had been holding back started approaching.

“I love you y/n,” he murmured against your lips, sneaking his hand between your bodies so that he could rub your already sensitive clit. You screamed when he increased the speed of his thrusts and angled his lower body so he could hit your spot with each one.

“Sunwoo!” you screamed his name when you finally reached your third orgasm.

Sunwoo buried his head in your neck, groaning and his hips stuttering when he filled your pussy with his warm cum. Quickly pulling out just to see the way it leaked out of you, using two fingers to push it back carefully not to touch your overstimulated bud while doing so.

He stayed in the same position, bringing a hand up towards your face to wipe off some of the sweat in your face and move the hair out of your face. His eyes bore into yours, his stare was soft and staring at you lovingly.

“That was beyond amazing, I’ve never experienced or felt anything like that before. Thank you Sunwo.” you said, thinking if you should lean in to kiss him or if it wasn’t allowed anymore after the sex was done, but his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I meant what I said earlier… I do love you but not as friends.” he confessed, his deep voice from a while ago now soft, sounding even scared.

“Sunwoo I --” you started to speak but he wouldn’t even give you a chance.

“I know! I know… we’re just friends and you don’t want to ruin this friendship. I just -- I thought that perhaps you asked me to have sex because you may have feelings for me too but --”

You cupped his face and pulled him down, stopping his rambling by pressing your lips against his. You felt him relax under your touch, your thumbs softly caressing his jawline, making him smile against your lips.

You pulled away, smiling up at him. “Sunwoo you idiot, of course I also have feelings for you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked you to be intimate with me. I’ve loved you, as more than friends for a while now. Why do you think I even dated that asshole? I thought that way I would forget about you.”

“There’s no point in going back to the past, what matters now is that now we know how we feel. And now I don’t plan on letting you go again.”

#sunwoo #sunwoo smut #tbz smut #sunwoo scenario #tbz sunwoo #the boyz smut #tbz scenario #tbz imagines #tbz oneshot #tbz fanfic #tbz drabbles #sunwoo fluff #sunwoo angst #sunwoo drabbles #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo fanfic #sunwoo oneshots

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.4)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Yoongi makes his choice, so does Moonbyul.

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Graphic material, Death, Murder, Dead bodies and dying described in detail, brief suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression, DARK THEMES, guilt, blood, a touch of blood kink? drugs, murder/crime themes, guilt, kinda fuck or die vibes? finally fluff at the end, mating marks, 

W/c: 7.1k

A/n: here is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! the big d word moment!!! my carpal tunnel is acting up, I will probably not be able to get the next chapter out for a few days or until next week. Chronologically the next chapter continues after part 1. 

(PLEASE READ TAGS FOR CW BEFORE YOU PROCEED)

Previous part — Masterlist

Part 4: If I Have You 

Pulling the trigger is the easiest thing you’ve ever done. 

Geumjae’s body flinches back from the force of the bullet. The ceiling splattering with the spray of his blood. It hits the side of your face too, your white shirt crested with red at the shoulders, dripping down your throat along with the blood from your mating bite. It’s a percussive splatter, noisy as it hits the wall.

People never talk about how blood gets everywhere during a murder. Yoongi is unable to stop his flinch when Geumjae’s brain matter and viscera splatter against him, just a little. 

Yoongi didn't think you'd actually do it. 

He watches you shove the body away from you, hard, what's left of his head, an empty vessel, hitting the floor with a hollow thud. His hands leave you for the last time, but the pain isn't finished. 

Yoongi barely has the forethought to lunge forward, knees scraping, wrestling the gun out of your hand before you can turn it on yourself. The barrel of the gun is hot when Yoongi's hands close around it and yank it away from your own temple. The smell of burning skin joins the metallic scent of murder. Your scent is a mess- it’s barely had a chance to mix with Geumjae’s burning wood-burning bread and wrath, rainstorms, and gunpowder. 

He shouts your name but you don't respond. 

Yoongi yanks the gun from your hands, probably hurting your fingers but panicked when he hurls the gun to the other side of the room and takes your hands in his, wrestling with you and screaming your name until the fight goes out of you. 

You’re hyperventilating when you stop struggling. Both of your wrists pinned above your head in both of Yoongi’s hands, his knees pressing your legs to stillness in a way that could be sexual but isn't- it's the easiest way for him to restrain you- both sprawled on the bloody floor. Yoongi’s crying, tears dripping down his nose, every other drop shines pink from what's on his face.  

“Yoongi please- please just let me go- I don’t want to become a ghost- I don't wanna become a walking corpse.” The way you look breaks his heart, your neck so bruised and bloody, your face swelling too from Geumjae’s hits. The way your eyes hold only darkness and no warmth as you look at him and beg- beg him to let you take your life. Your pupils are so small he can't see them at all. 

“Let me die Yoongi- please just- if you do one thing for me- let do this. let me go."

Yoongi looks at your mating mark and can already see the thin tracery of ink spreading under your skin- inky blackness spreading from your mating bite and up your throat. A piece of someone who’s dead inside of you, shot through with silver to make it stand out more. 

It’s like some silly zombie bite in a bad horror movie but it’s so much more haunting, The veins in your eyes are even starting to discolor. You have maybe a few minutes before the mating bite takes you over completely and you’re mated to someone dead.

Zombie movies were nothing more than fear of this taking root in common culture, everyone fears losing their mate. What else is more terrifying than something that takes your humanity in the way that this has taken yours. This is every person’s worst nightmare- a death sentence.  

‘Ghosts’ are what society has dubbed the women and men who live after losing their partners. Most of the time they live without alpha or a pack- unable to bond to anyone else ever again once their mates are dead. Mating bites are a one-time thing. 

When one-half of a mated pair dies- a person's body has a peculiar way of letting outsiders know how to treat them gently- The mating mark turns black like a brand. A mark to let everyone know that they would never have another person to take care of them- to love them.

But you aren’t alone- you’re not alone because you have Yoongi and he’s right here with his wide palms on you. Hands that where always made to fix things, but you aren’t just some broken toy that needs a bit of glue.  He’s too late, just seconds too late and only inches away. 

He grips both of your forearms in either of his palms hands, pulling you closer. Making you sit up, dragging you into his lap like carrying your weight in his arms will fix this. Anything to hold onto you- to not lose you too soon. 

"Stop- just stop, I've got you- I've got you," Yoongi repeats it more for himself than he does for you.

But there are wounds in your body that can’t be fixed by simple hoping. There is a limit to what one person can take. Despair is one hell of a drug and while Yoongi fights and fights there is no undoing what Geumjae has done to you.

But maybe…

Yoongi dares to hope; “It’s only a half bond if we-“ he falls silent as the idea settles over him like a bucket of cold water. His brain rushing over everything he’s ever learned about mating bites and beta’s; all of the statistics and articles that Namjoon had shoved down his throat when Jungkook had first stopped having seizures. 

The medical mystery that betas were; how they were able to heal unseen hurts and maybe- maybe this was like that. Maybe the solution to this problem lays in Yoongi’s veins, in his mouth. 

His jaw aches at the very suggestion of it.  “I’m a beta- and betas don’t usually mark- because- because they’re stronger than alpha and omega bites.” 

It’s the only truth that makes sense. All of the stories of omegas and alphas going crazy after being bitten by betas, not being able to move from them too far, extreme clinginess- a bond that was too close, too strong, stronger than anything else in their life. You weren’t supposed to bond with someone so deep, the bite almost seemed to do more harm than good. 

But you’re already dying and there isn’t much worse that could happen to you.

You don't have anything to lose but Yoongi does. You shake yourself free from his arms and pull back. Recoiling from what he’s offering to do for you; tether him to you forever when you might not make it. 

You can already feel the mating mark taking hold- It's already starting to cloud your judgment, deep down, the part of you that cares if you survive this is already winking out. The blankness sinking through your every inch, The emptiness. You’d be surprised if you lifted your hand to your chest and found your heart still beating. 

“Yoongi- No- you don’t have to- you’ve already got a pack and don’t- don’t bind yourself to someone like me.”

It’s the same argument that you had before but there’s no force behind it- every stupid excuse you had for him not to love you is moot now that your husband is dead next to you. But you're done; Every breath takes more effort than it should and you feel so heavy. You look down at your lap and feel the lethargy sinking beneath your bones like lead. Hidden hands gripping around your throat cutting off your words.

You feel like you’re choking on something. 

You’ve felt depressed before (how could you not have given what your life was like before Yoongi). And having a mating mark from someone deceased feels like that but worse, like it's turned up by a factor of three. A weird mixture of dizzy, absent, and dissociative. You have never felt less connected to your own body, it feels foreign.

You are nothing but a soul inside a body, craving release. A thread of black that wants to tug you down to where ever Geumjae is now. 

The sinking sadness says to you with gentle hands- this is a fine spot. You can just sit here, It’s okay. You don’t have to move, you can just sit here until you die. As long as no one bothers you and hurts you again, you could just sit here, as long as it was quiet and peaceful. Things don't even have to be good, you don't need good things, you just need it to not hurt anymore. Until the earth reclaims you like it takes abandoned buildings. 

 A sharp pain that goes through your heart, an ache so deep that it speaks to cavernous places, wakes monsters that you didn’t know where there. 

You’ve never really wanted to die before, maybe as a passing thought- but didn’t everyone think that way? it’s so different now- where the thoughts are all consuming, running over your words in your head like oil spreading and staining cloth. 

Die- want to die- want- want- want die- wanna go- wanna be quiet- wanna fall asleep and not wake up- want to- 

But if you decided to lay here and not get up again, Yoongi would stay too.

He would try and get you to move, probably beg and try to get you to live. Even if he never bit you, he’d stay next to you until the end, just to hold your hand so that you didn’t have to be completely alone. You thought dying would feel more lonely,  But maybe it doesn't feel that way because Yoongi’s here. 

His hand closes around yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles as he cries. And you think if you want one thing; it's for him to stop crying. Out of all people- Yoongi doesn't deserve the hurt (but maybe you're biased because you love him).

That tips the scale in his favor.

Geumjae’s blood is pooling on the floor. His body gives a twitch, the last remnants of his misfiring nerves as he dies. You feel the painful jerk in your mating bond. Yoongi watches the muscles of your neck twitch. 

Neither you nor Yoongi pays him any mind. 

"You don't have to do this Yoongi." Yoongi’s hand on your cheek- is like a balm to those words, pushing them out of your head. “You can’t take it back. If I die- you could die too.”

“But I want to” he kisses your cheek- and the contact lights a flame down your neck to your touch starved heart. The heat flares to light and the next second your body and your mouth are aching to bite. Your instincts an avalanche around you begging you to complete the bond that’s tearing through you making you shake. He kisses a little closer to your lips, cheeks wet and cool against your skin.

Geumaje and Yoongi were related by blood at all, maybe your instincts can’t tell the difference. 

“I don’t care if it does- I can’t- I’m not going to just let you die” his voice breaks on the last word. Not when it was me who was too slow to save you; He won’t say the words or whisper his guilt into the open air. 

“Please sweetheart- let me.” He kisses your lips. So soft- achingly soft, Your first kiss, you wish it had happened under better circumstances.

You hate that the first kiss you and Yoongi share tastes like blood.

But there would be more- there could be more kisses if Yoongi manages to do what he’s saying he can. The mark on your shoulder is already healing, the blackness stretching to scar treacherously fast. Normal mating bites usually take a day or so to heal, but not yours, it’s already scabbing and sealing in the poision.

If you’re going to try this- if it’s going to work- it has to be now. The bond is advancing, regardless of the fact that Geumjae is barely dead, barely cooling beside the two of you.

It’s barely been 10 minutes since you shot him. And if you listen carefully- you can hear sounds in the rest of the house, maybe someone else from the gang here- about to come upstairs and discover the mess of you three. muffled voices and heavy footsteps grow louder by the second. 

Yoongi is safe but you’re not. “Yoongi,” you say, his name a broken hymn on your mouth. Musical- and Yoongi can’t think of a time when he wouldn’t want to hear it. Hoping for more of this closeness and maybe one day, a love that doesn’t hurt.

You get the feeling that even if you are broken beyond repair, this man could fix you. Wide hands and careful fingers that rub the blood away from your skin, hands made for making things and mending things when they break. And maybe you’re selfish enough to let him bind himself to you- broken as you are.

You press your forehead to his, you have to ask one more time. "Are you sure Yoongi?"

He nods, quick and small, "I'm sure." there isn’t anything in his eyes that makes you doubt him.

"Okay," you say softly, tugging him closer, tilting your chin up to the sky, your skin stings where it stretches around the mating mark. "okay. Come here then."

Your hands tangle in Yoongi’s hair as you guide his mouth to your throat, and his mouth sliding into the space where Geumjae was just minutes ago. He lingers for just half a breath before sinks his teeth over the mating mark, a little deeper- his mouth a little wider. He makes the bite a tiny bit offset.

Your breath hitches, back arching. His hands-on your waist go hard, holding you closer to him, as close as he can get you. Unlike before when Geumjae’s bite was agony, this feels like heroin- like every drug mixing together sending you up and up.

If you looked down and saw your hands were tipped in gold you wouldn’t be surprised. For a second you think you can taste colors, and then the chocolate sea salt of Yoongi settles over your tongue delicious, like ambrosia- fuck it’s so strong, it’s halfway between a headache and a high. You gasp when you feel it, feel Yoongi all over, Goosebumps rising on your arms as he touches you. The smell of ocean breeze and chocolate filling you in a way that Geumjae’s scent didn’t.

Geumjae’s bite was nothing compared to this, a whisper to a symphony. 

This must be what a mating bite feels like when you want it. You cry out. Gripping the lapels of his coat. Yoongi’s heartbeat thunders in your ears, the only thing you can hear, until the beat matches to your own, heartbeats pumping in sync.

Your blood tastes sweet and he wonders what it says about him that he likes the taste. He gulps at it- once- twice- and then a third time just to make sure the mark sticks, maybe he could suck a little bit of Geumjae out of you.

His kisses get feverish, lapping up your blood with wide laves of his tongue, moaning a little. and this time when you kiss- with your blood in his mouth, they get hurried and rushed like he can consume you, each one sweeter than the last. There is one moment of nausea, only one moment where Yoongi sees the black tracery receded and feels it dim. 

Maybe it’s not gone, but at least it's buried.

Yoongi can almost feel you, can almost feel the bond, but not yet. Your scent, it's all cake-sweet now. You kiss him until your jaw aches until your lips feel bruised. Until you know the sounds below actually are people, rushing around trying to find Geumjae. Calling out your names. 

Yoongi is the first to break apart, the room spinning. “Do me” he lifts the edge of his shirt, picking out a spot that he likes, the meat just above his hip. A spot is half-hidden by his shirt and his pants.

Not everyone likes to have their mating marks on their neck (you certainly would have chosen to have yours another place had you been given the chance). And Yoongi stretches out so that you can get your mouth on him, your mouth on the spot he wants to bind your soul to his.

He holds one of your hands in both of his hands so gently as you cup his hip and bite down, even as you begin to make out the noise of gang members coming up the attic stairs. Yoongi bites down a moan, lets you take one gasp of blood into your mouth before your teeth leave his skin.

The high rushes over him and he knows his pupils are mirrors of yours, black and dilated. He just has time to wipe his blood from your mouth and get you as close as he can, before the attic door creaks, the barrel of a gun pushing it open. And the gangsters enter the room with practiced steps.

Yoongi pulls his shirt back down just before they have a chance to see.

You play the part, slumping against him and letting him take the reigns. the people must take it for pain even though you’re shaking not with sobs, but from the feeling of Yoongi’s soul intertwining with yours. Full body shivers and something solidifying between the two of you. 

Together you shake, Yoongi is barely aware of the gangsters clearing the room. 

You feel like you can taste his thoughts, though you can’t actually hear what he's thinking. You can feel the way they tumble like small waves over each other. You feel concern and something else, something that feels an offal lot like love shoot down the fledgling bond as Yoongi’s arms pull you up, firmer against him.

It makes shivers rise on every inch of your skin, the pleasure he feels when he touches you that you're now hyper-aware of. It's what your body has been craving- the completion of the bond.

You both bleed- your blood dripping onto the floor. One part sacrament and sacred love and another part poisonous longing for a man you hated so much more than you ever loved him. This feels strange, it feels wrong, and that you have one part of you reaching out for something that’s not there. And then this- with Yoongi, right and front of you and inside of you. Completely occupying your heart and your mind and your body.

Accept for that one poisoned inch; you might not be completely his, but it's enough now, the bond with yoongi occupying those thoughts you'd had minutes before.

The gangsters don’t touch Geumjae, at least until Moonbyul enters the room, unarmed. Yoongi’s cousin eyes Yoongi from the door. There isn’t enough room in this torture room for the 12 or so gangsters and the three of you, they press against the walls, guns at the ready.

Moonbyul approaches Geumjae’s corpse, turning him over with her foot to see his blankly staring face, turning it towards the heavens instead of hell. For a moment, Yoongi thinks she might actually kick him. She plucks her pink handgun from the floor. Someone passes her a rag and she wipes it free of blood and fingerprints.

Her eyes on Yoongi are hard; a bit of mirth playing on the edge of her mouth as she plays her hand. A queen in a room full of pawns and knights, and the king underfoot. Her hand of aces. 

Betting it all on a simple game of roulette- red or black- will Yoongi challenge her or not. Yoongi doesn't miss the way her finger hovers on the trigger. 

“I suppose this entire situation would be concerning to me- if you hadn’t already named me as Don.” she nudges Geumjae's body again with her foot. "I guess he didn't take it well?"

She lies effortlessly, taking the moment to seize power. So this was what she was waiting for. Yoongi doesn’t challenge her words for fear of what she might do right now, not that he really would anyway. 

Yoongi tips his head forward in difference, “No he didn’t,” 

Moonbyul tucks her gun back into her waistband, and holds out her hand to pull yoongi to his feet. 

Yoongi takes you with him, small and still a little high in his arms. You hide your face in Yoongi’s shoulder, Holding onto him tight. You don’t know if you could take it if they tried to separate you now. 

Yoongi has to swallow to continue, struggling to think before he speaks with so many new sensations shocking his body. He's intimately aware of the way you shift in his arms, arms tightening around you at the very idea of you moving more than an inch away from him right now as you settle onto your own two feet. still a little unsteady. 

“He- he mated her against her will, and then he tried to kill us when I told him I wouldn’t- and- and after-” It’s not a lie- not really, but it still feels that way. Moonbyul doesn't need to do anything more than that to nod to call her men off, and they all relax around the room. 

They instantly fade from engaged concern to understanding. The other heads of household will probably grill Yoongi more. But you’ve both got time to get your story straight. For now, they need to clean up the body.

It helps that threatening the beta is a punishable offense; no one will question Yoongi killing him- especially since they’re brothers. Most of the families tend to think that inner house spats that family's business. Yoongi doesn’t know which of his relatives will inherit the title of head of the Min family, but it won't be Yoongi.

You’re small and silent in Yoongi’s arms, so vulnerable, he keeps you a few paces away from any of the mobsters, bites down a growl whenever any of them come too close to his mate. It’s just the mating bond making it’s self-known. You are his. No one can touch you.

Yoongi has never been a possessive man, but now he is. The mating mark tearing through him and screaming at him to protect, to provide, to nurture, and keep safe. He strokes down your back as his cousin quietly orders the others to clean up the mess and Geumjae’s body. The family has cleanup crews on call for this very reason.

They quietly offer to burn the house down to stage the death but Yoongi doesn’t care. He guesses it belongs to him now or maybe you. It depends on which bond the family will consider more important; the bonds of a half mating or the bond of brotherhood.

“I’ll handle it-“ his cousin has the good grace to offer comfort to Yoongi that way when he gets you into her car. she doesn't say anything about the dents in the side.  

Yoongi doesn’t quite hate her for any of this, but he doesn’t trust her the same way he did before either. She’s gotten what she wanted- the Don position. Plucked it from Yoongi’s hands.

“You haven’t had a chance to call the heads of house and tell them about your decision yet, but after that, you should be free to go” she reads him easily as always, The only other manipulator up to par with Yoongi himself in the gang. She knows that not an inch of Yoongi wants to stay in this house or this city a second longer.

At the idea of leaving you to straighten up in Yoongi’s lap to listen in a little more, you share a look with Yoongi. Your mate, your body sings the eye contact makes you shiver in your seat. Yoongi pulls you closer, stroking up to your arm mistakenly thinking you’re cold. You pull yourself closer to him- but it feels like you can’t get close enough, He makes a dissatisfied noise in his throat.

Yoongi will have to get used to this feeling. Like his soul is walking outside of his body. It feels incredibly vulnerable and intimate- He can feel your panic, how physically you’re being torn apart right now, every few minutes you shake. Yoongi puts your legs over his and holds you close. Watching your face closely for every twinge of pain as the lights of the city flicker over you two.

The meeting with the heads of house is tense, though the usual group of is two short now, standing only at eleven members now that Geumjae is gone and Moonbyul is named Don. You cannot be Don and a head of house at the same time.

It takes every bone in Yoongi’s body to let you be taken into the other room by Moonbyul’s mate to check over your injuries. He stops her with a hand on her shoulder. He catches Moonbyul’s nostrils flare, but she doesn’t say anything. “Would you look at her bruises for me?”

Later Yoongi will check them himself, again and again until he's sure you're all right. But the sooner you get ice on the nastier bruises the better off you’ll be. Someone should look at your ribs and your head too- he has half a mind to take you to the hospital before you leave the city. He doesn’t know how long it will be before you’re stationary again. He’d stay in the city tonight if you needed to. But he can feel your panic down the bond, The sooner you both get out of here the better.

With Geumjae dead there is no true opposition against his cousin's rule. She stands at the head of the table like she’s meant to be there. And still- the heads of the families talk through the night, kicking the non-proverbial dead horse into the ground. There is little mourning for Geumjae, one granny who cries faintly in the other room while the heads argue. Yoongi supposes he should look more upset, but no one pays attention to him now that he’s made his choice.

No, what they spend most of the time discuss is you. Sat in the other room, able to hear all of this, the men and woman weighing your fate and deciding what to do with you. If Yoongi listens, he can hear Hyejin’s quiet voice. Can feel your discomfort as the ice hits your ribs, maybe broken, definitely badly bruised.

Yoongi flinches every time he feels the pain pulse down the bond. Maybe in time, it will feel less sensitive but right now- Yoongi can feel your hurts just as bad as he can feel his own. A part of him is reaching out into the other room, screaming in his ear to go comfort his mate.  

He has a mate. Yoongi can scarcely believe it.

The gangsters around the table remain blissfully unaware of that fact. Most of the heads are on the same page, and he won’t reveal his mating mark unless he absolutely needs to, he will let that secret stay secret unless necessary. It’s a good bargaining chip. They wouldn’t kill you if they knew it was going to kill him too. But still- it’s hard to hear them argue over your fate when he can’t intervene.

“You know the rules- no divorces and no separations,” one alpha says, he’s older- nearing 60, but Yoongi can’t excuse that cruelty with age. The youngest, the head of the Ahn house does the rebutting for Yoongi, and he bites his tongue.

“But it wouldn’t be a divorce; she’s his widow now and his ex-mate technically.”

“Yes but that’s only a half bond.” There is only one omega head, and the woman snubs her long cigarette out on the table leaving an ashy circle 

“It’s only the alpha bite that matters- or have you forgotten?”

To her credit, the omega doesn't back down. “Chances are she’ll die anyway why are we even talking about her, we should start transitioning already.”

“That’s easy to say- if she’s got nothing left to lose what’s to stop her from going to the police.”

“I can keep an eye on her,” Yoongi volunteers, jumping at the chance to turn the discussion to his favor. They can all go fuck themselves if they ever dare to try and hurt you. “You say she’s as good as dead anyway. So you shouldn't mind if she comes with me.” 

The likelihood of anyone living after their mate dies is in the teens. Yoongi knew that and even then he bonded to you anyway. He can only hope that with his bite coursing through your veins and your body confused that you’ve got better odds than that. Yoongi did what he promised to do, now your odds are both 50/50. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t go to the police.”

Through the bond he can feel your curiosity and a little bit of fear too, you’re listening in. And he does his best to let his calmness comfort you too. Your panic instantly relaxes and he senses you reaching out. If you were next to Yoongi you’d be holding hands, and it kind of feels that way. If you could ever hold hands with someone’s soul.

“You realize that if you make her your responsibility, anything bad that happens will fall on your head as well” their betas might be sacred- but they aren’t free from the rest of the laws of the gang.

“I understand.” The Don lifts her head, regarding Yoongi with a heavy look. “She’s his widow and whether we want to address it now or not, the law says she’s inherited his wealth.”

It's met with immediate opposition, several heads of house start speaking over each other at once,  but Yoongi speaks up again, shouting over them. A beta raising their voice is about as strange as one giving or getting a mating bite, everyone falls silent. “Give it to me or her- I don’t care.”

another few minutes and they’re ready to let you go. they vote on it, and only 3 out of 11 heads vote to have you killed. Moonbyul gives the all clear, “Then you’re free to go.” Yoongi doesn’t even say goodbye, going to you in the other room just as quickly as he can without outright running. The Don’s mate is crouched in front of where you sit. Your body is mostly clean of blood and you’ve been put in other clothes; a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt.

Yoongi can see all the bruises on the side of your face turning purple and Yoongi wants to cup your face and bring it to his, kiss away the pain coloring your skin like watercolors, but can’t do it here. “Do we need to go to the hospital?” 

“Not for her but maybe for you, no ones checked you over yet, have they?”

yoongi grits his teeth, seconds away from snapping at hyejin, he wants her to get away, get as far from you as possible. “i asked if she needed the hospital.” 

Hyejin stands when Yoongi crouches. shaking her head when it becomes clear yoongi isn’t to be argued with right now. “There’s something wrong with her- but I think you know what” her eyes hover on Yoongi’s hip.

 So at least she’s figured it out. She has the good sense to utter the words quietly. Though the people in the other room aren’t concerned with Yoongi anymore, they’ve already launched into discussions about transitioning power and re-defining responsibilities. It seems Moonbyul had a plan on how she wanted the family to run from the beginning.  

He shakes off his annoyance, “Thank you,” he says to the omega, holding out a hand to you, which you take, still not saying anything. Tiredness holding you down to the chair. The same kind of look you’d had when Geumjae had died. The mating mark has been taped over but some of the blackness is still there. Yoongi wonders when it will fade, if it ever does.

“I wish I could say I’ll see you soon but I don’t think I will.” You and Yoongi nod, your hands twined between the two of you. She knows that neither you nor Yoongi has a love for the gang. No one stops you and Yoongi when you leave the house. Immediately hailing a taxi. You stop only at Yoongi’s safe house for a spare 20 minutes, while he packs up a fraction of his belongings in a hurried rush, anything to get out before someone tries to change their mind.

If Geumjae had any hidden loyalists the beta that killed him and his runaway wife would be the first targets. Let alone their reaction if they knew who had really killed Geumjae. The quicker the two of you get away from the city the better.

You end up at the train station, Yoongi breaks the bracelets off of your wrist- the same ones that he saw you wear on you the first night- and the ones that he’s always thought looked like shackles. He yanks at them as hard as he can until they snap; kissing your wrist after each one is off. You throw them over the side of the chain-link fence and into the darkness- to be lost forever you hope. The symbols of all you’ve lost.

When you get on the train, you cuddle close under Yoongi’s jacket and into his warmth. He’s a protective barrier between you and the third seat that thankfully remains empty this late into the night it’s so late it’s nearly early morning. Most of the train is empty besides an elderly couple at the front. Regardless, the two of you sit behind them. Yoongi can’t take his eyes off of the potential threat. Actually flinches when the conductor comes around to stamp your tickets.

You head off into the night- your little box of light in a sea of street lamps and hidden dangers. You almost fall asleep a few times, head bobbing as you catching yourself before it hits his shoulder. After the third time this happens he pulls you in close, tucks your head close to his scent gland, and commands “sleep” in a voice that you cannot disobey.

Eventually, you wake, the car is bright with the midday sun and the car is half full. Yoongi’s eyes are bloodshot as they train on every passenger who comes in and leaves your train car. Yoongi holds your hand, rubbing his thumb up and down the back in an endless trail. A conductor opens the door of your train car to pass through, bunching a few tickets here and there from the new passengers who have boarded the train.

He passes by where you're bundled and Yoongi flinches so hard it wakes you fully. his shoulder accidentally nudging a bruise on your cheek, He murmurs his apologies, panicked hands fussing over you. He could feel that he hit one of your bruises and the horror of hurting you make him wide-eyed and worried. You catch his hands, pressing the pads of them to your lips. Yoongi's hands shake as they touch you, hours later, he's still high on adrenaline. 

“You need to sleep Yoongi” it’s been a long few days for both of you.

He doesn’t answer with more than a grunt. But you get off the train at the next stop and it’s nearing noon by the time the two of you stumble across the street to a motel, and it’s shitty and smells like cigarettes and the lady at the front desk asks if you need the hourly rate or the daily rate. Though she does give you a discount because Yoongi’s a beta. Eyeing the blood-soaked collar of his jacket and the bloody bandages on your neck.

You should be holed up somewhere safe away from prying eyes to adjust to your new mating bite- not in a hotel where the smells of other people assault your nose. Making you press close to Yoongi because everything smells so new and scary. Like your senses have been turned up and only Yoongi can quell their sensitivity.

you don’t realize that the attendant gave you two beds until you get to the room. you both stare blankly before you cough and separated. the closeness too much now that you’re alone and free from threats. Though it doesn't feel that way. 

you hate it- you don’t want to curl up across the room from Yoongi- you want to be next to him. you almost whimper when he He steps away to the other bed to set down his backpack. You want to cry, your skin feels irritated and itchy without his pressed to yours. You want him to touch you but you can’t stay it. Don’t know how to ask around the thickness in your throat.

He gets a clean shirt from his black backpack and helps you put it on so that you don’t irritate the mating bite. You can’t lift either of your arms much and neither can he but he pushes through the pain for you. He only has 2 or three sets of clothes that he grabbed from the cottage, and it’s all you’ve got.

“We’ll get some more clothes for you tomorrow.” He doesn’t say that you should have grabbed some of your clothes- because you both know you couldn’t handle staying in that house a second more than was necessary. You barely thought to linger long enough to grab your purse, which thankfully had everything you really need in it. 

Somehow he has athletic tape in his bag, and he spends a few minutes changing out your soaked through bandages, bundling up toilet paper, and taping it over your mating bite. Only after yours is taken care of does he let you do the same for his bite on his hip, and the burns on his hands. 

You pull his pants off and then his boxers down just enough so that you can get at it, small from your mouth, the skin around it irritated and pink. You try not to let your eyes hover on the small happy trail that traces from his belly button downwards. The band on his boxers is stained with blood- and you wonder how much it hurt to have it dig into it all day.

You curl up in separate beds, and only when you’re under the covers do you slide off your pants. leaving you only in a large shirt that smells like yoongi.  Yoongi does the same, says “goodnight” and shuts off the light but doesn’t turn away from you, keeping his eyes on you in the darkness. 

You’re silent for a few minutes, but you can tell that neither of you is falling asleep. Your bed feels cold and you wonder if he feels the same, you let the distance hurt for a minute before you give in.  

"Thank fucking god-" He peels back the blanket for you the second you make the move and dash across the cold room. you scoot into his warmth and he lets out a little ‘oof’ when you collide. Letting him pull you closer, put the blanket over your back, and make sure all of your skin is covered.

It’s not enough for Yoongi and he pulls you sideways so that he can get some of his weight on top of you. A growl building in his chest at the thought of anyone walking through the door right now.

He needs to check the lock, make sure that no one can possibly disturb you. Needs to- the instinct filling him so harshly he can’t breathe. He tries to pull away, but your hands tighten on him, and you let out a whine so heartbreaking that instantly has him releasing comforting chocolate, flopping back on top of you nuzzling under your chin, you feel like you’re drowning in it. 

Your love with Yoongi is still too new and raw to be close like this without feeling shy- and yet you can’t resist, your mating bond is like a fresh burn that you can’t stop picking at because it hurts. (Like there’s something dead there that you need to get rid of, you can’t heal around, you need to tear it out so that it feels more like bleeding rather than something that was carved out by hungry heat.) You fiddle with the bandage at your neck before Yoongi takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

For a moment, you crave the release that blood might give you- and like he can feel it. Yoongi presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “Couldn’t sleep?” Yoongi says. You shake your head. The motel creeks and overhead you can hear someone else moving in an adjacent room. Yoongi gets his head on your pillow and adjusts his hand around your waist so that he’s not hitting the vicious bruise that Geumjae left with one of his kicks.

The last 24 hours have been such a tangle. It feels weird to not move now. Yoongi’s heart is still hammering; you can feel it under your palm. You’re both unwilling to relax and close your eyes even for a second even though you’re both exhausted.

You’re worried if you close your eyes you’re going to see Geumjae's face.

Yoongi left the light in the bathroom on for you. Sensing that the shadows would be too thick with nightmares for you to handle for long. You look at each other in the darkness before Yoongi lets out a shaky little giggle.

“Do you know what I just realized?” he says, the words quieted against the too scratchy bedspread. “We could have gotten a better hotel, we easily have enough money for it now” and that’s true.

If Yoongi’s orders were followed and the gang's accountant really did transfer all of your inherited wealth to your name then- fuck- both of you saw the bank statements. Both of you know how much money Yoongi’s family had amassed- the same wealth that Geumjae had inherited and now you.

“Fuck you’re right,” you say, ducking in so that you don’t have to meet Yoongi’s eyes. Geumjae used to hit you sometimes if you did that- and trained habits die-hard. 

yoongi kisses your brow, slow little pecks that travel down your cheeks, as unhurried as they are sweet. It's strange to be close to him now when it’s all you’ve wanted for the last few months. You never thought you’d get this. It feels like a daydream and a nightmare all at once.

“We could buy a whole house- or three” and even then you’d have more than enough money to live on after. For the rest of your days, comfortable and cozy even if you were foolish with the money. Yoongi still gets his stipend from the gang. No doubt to be greater now that he’s the only beta.

He stops his kisses, mouth hovering on your cheek, “We could do that.” he sounds like he’s barely containing his excitement. 

You’ll both be fine. Neither of you will ever have to worry about money again and it makes you feel sick and happy with something that feels a terrible lot like grief.

Even if you got that- the last 24 hours haven’t been worth it. You’re not entirely out of the woods yet. The mark on your shoulder is scabbing over and inky. But every few hours of closeness that the two of you have- Yoongi think’s he sees the color fade- just a little bit.

You don’t know where the giggle comes from but one moment it comes out of your mouth and you laugh, and Yoongi joins in the sound startling out of his chest. He presses his forehead tight against yours and sighs at the sound. You see the moment clarity falls on him and an idea settles into his mind the second it hits. And dim happiness settles over your bond.

Yoongi lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your bruised knuckles. “Let's buy a house.”

You smile- tired from today but still willing to placate him. “Okay Yoongi, we can do that.”

Now finally, his eyes are starting to droop, every few seconds he tries to keep them open, but you know he's seconds away from sleep. His words slurred when they whisper, his sweet chocolaty breath tickling your cheeks. “Goodnight sweetheart- love you.”

“Love you too,” it’s the first time you’ve ever said those words to each other. It feels like the first of many times you’ll say it. Forever- you and Yoongi will be mated together until you both die. And who cares if that happens tomorrow or months from now. Who cares? Because you have him and that’s all that matters.

Yoongi holds you and knows- that he will love you- as long as he can.

He watches you sleep, waits until your eyes are closed. Until he can make sure you’re safe and warm. A gentle purring fills the hotel room, soft and peaceful. yoongi hears it louder when he presses his ear to your chest. He tries to keep his eyes open, but somewhere around the second hour- they fall closed.

Neither of you dream.

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stress relief | hp x fem!reader

summary: after feeling stressed, harry comes to you for some time alone and reveals a new kink

warnings/content: making out, praise kink, switch!harry, sub/dom, mommy kink, oral (fem receiving), dry humping

a/n: this was my first smut so ??? it was really fun to write tho, i’m a whore for sub harry. also how ironic i’m posting this on mother’s day 🧍‍♀️

you were sitting in your bed, reading your favorite book when your attention was caught by the sound of your door opening.

you saw your boyfriend, harry, standing there with the key you gave him to your dorm. he locked the door as it closed and turned to you flashing a lazy smile. you smiled back at him and closed your book, marking where you left off.

“hi harry.” you greeted him.

“hi love.” he began to walk towards you and you moved to the edge of the bed, settling on your knees. you reached your arms out to him and he gladly wrapped his arms around you as you hugged him.

“you ok?” you asked him. he sighed and pulled away. you had your arms around his shoulders and he placed his on your waist, rubbing your skin slightly with his thumbs.

“not really.” he replied. you gave him a concerned look.

“what’s wrong?” harry shrugged.

“there’s a lot going on and it just feels like too much, you know?” you nodded at his words understanding what he was referring to. you were in your last year at hogwarts and no one really anticipated the pressure the end of this year would have to offer. you and harry hardly had time to be alone anymore.

“come sit on the bed.” you gestured to the side of the bed your pillows sat at and he nodded, pulling away from you to sit on your bed. you moved over to him and straddled his lap, leaning your head in the crook of his neck. you wrapping your arms around his torso and he returned the gesture.

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked him.

“no, i just want you right now.” he lifted your head and you pulled back to look at him.

“i love you.” you said.

“i love you too.” he smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss. the moment was warm and comforting and you made sure to show every bit of your love for him in it. you lifted a hand to rest on his cheek and he softly put his on you chest near collarbone.

in almost an instant the energy of the room changed. harry bit on your bottom lip causing you to open your mouth and his tongue entered it, turning the moment into a heated make out session. his hand lifted to go around your neck, something he often did when he wanted more. you loved the feeling but sensed he was slightly letting you have more control in the kiss than normal.

you and harry had talked about your likes and dislikes as soon as your relationship got to a more intimate stage. although he was always in the dominant position, he expressed that he’d like to try being submissive. the two of you never got the chance to yet but in this moment you decided to take the initiative.

you moved your hips a bit to get more comfortable but in the process harry let out what seemed to be a whimper. you looked down, breaking the kiss, and saw the print of his growing boner in his pants. you felt a bit of accomplishment and wanted to break the dominant front he still had up. you moved your head up and connected your lips again into a passionate kiss.

you grabbed the wrist of the hand he had around your neck and pushed it down. from that action he was clearly startled and you smirked into the kiss. you pulled away from his lips and placed kisses on his jaw. you moved to leave wet kisses on his neck until you reached a spot that made him groan. you focused on leaving a hickey there as you moved your hips against him.

“y/n...” harry moaned out and put his hands on your waist, helping you keep the same pace. you lifted your head and smiled at the spot that was forming on his neck. you noticed how he tugged on the bottom of your, really it was his, sweatshirt.

“you want to see my tits, baby?” harry’s lust filled eyes looked straight into yours and he nodded eagerly.

“use your words, please.” your thumb rubbed his cheek.

“yes. i- uh, want your tits.” he said. you lifted the sweatshirt over your head and threw it off the bed. you studied his reaction as he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. he reached his hand up to touch them but you grabbed it before he could. he looked at you with wide eyes.

“i never said you could touch me.” harry knew what you were doing but he wasn’t go to let you get there all the way yet.

“i’ll touch you if i want to.” he snapped back. you raised your eyebrows at this and quietly laughed. you rubbed your hand on his boner making him close his eyes and whine at your touch.

“that’s what i thought.”

harry finally let go of whatever form of dominance he had left and let you takeover. you pulled the bottom of harry’s shirt up until it came off and began to unbutton his pants. he help in pulling them off and you admired the boy under you. he was anticipating your next move and looked completely desperate. his hair was messy and his chest moved up and down in an attempt to control his breathing.

you moved back to straddling his lap and harry’s breath hitched as you sat directly on his boner again. you moaned at the feeling and began to rub on him again, moving your hips.

“c-can i please suck on your tits?” harry whimpered out. you nodded.

“go ahead, baby.”

he put his mouth on your left boob and swirled his tongue around your nipple. his hands were back on your waist and he let out moans at the feeling of your clothed pussy on him. you rolled your eyes back at the stimulation you felt in your core and you chest.

“you’re doing so good harry. being such a good boy for me.” you moaned out. he let out a low groan and mumbled something incoherent.

“what was that?” you asked. harry stayed silent. you held his chin forcing him to look at you and let go of your tit.

“i asked a question, pretty boy.” you saw that he seemed nervous as he struggled to repeat himself.

“i said, erm,” he took a breath in and out through his nose. “i said yes mommy.” his face grew even more red than it already was and you smiled at the name.

“so my good boy wants to call me mommy?” you gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“is that ok?” he asked you.

“more than ok.”

you moved back off of him.

“harry, lay down for me.” without hesitation he did as told, placing a pillow under his head. you got back on top of him and rocked your hips. you were determined to make him cum right there. you leaned down, leaving kisses on his neck. harry was under so much pleasure that all he could do was let out uncontrollable moans and whimpers.

“oh my-, m-mommy you’re gonna make me...” he whined, unable to finish his sentence.

“be a good boy and cum whenever you need to. i’m right here, it’s ok.” you whispered in his ear and placed a kiss under it, picking up your speed.

“fuck!” you felt his cock twitch through your thin shorts. “ahh- i’m cumming,”

“cum for mommy, baby.” you prompted him. harry cried out as his orgasm reached him. you felt the small wet spot in his underwear grow as his cum shot out of him.

harry’s breathing slowed back down as you stopped moving and left kisses all over his face.

“you did so good harry. i love hear your pretty noises.” the boy whined at your words.

“thank you, mommy.” he breathed out.

you got off of him and pulled his underwear off.

“you made such a big mess, baby.” you licked some of the cum the dripped on his cock off all while keeping eye contact with him.

“merlin, y/n..” harry moaned and his cock twitched from still being sensitive.

“do you want to nap, harry?” he looked back at you and bit his lip.

“what about you?” he asked. you smiled.

“seeing you cum is enough pleasure for me.” you sat back next to where he laid down. he leaned up on his elbows.

“i want to eat you out mommy, please can i?” he said.

“well when you ask so nicely like that, how could i say no?” he smiled at your words and moved down between your legs.

he pulled off your shorts and groaned softly at the sight of the wet spot on your underwear.

“you’re so wet.” he practically whispered as he took your underwear off. he kissed your inner thighs slowly getting closer and closer to your needy pussy.

“stop teasing harry.” you whined out. he finally licked on your clit and watched as you moaned. he attached his mouth to it and sucked on your clit. you put a hand in his hair, slightly pulling on it causing him to let out a moan that only added to pleasure you received.

“look up at me, harry. mommy wants her pretty boy to watch her.” he looked up at you through his glasses. you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows as you felt yourself getting closer to your high.

“please cum on my tongue.” harry said and he moved his tongue to lick your hole and go inside you as his fingers rubbed your clit.

“oh, i’m so close-” you arched your back and moaned out. the grip you had on his hair got tighter and your legs shook as your finally reached your orgasm.

your breathing was heavy and you whined slightly as harry licked your sensitive pussy clean.

“you taste so good.” harry moved so he was hovering over you.

“thank you for being so good, baby.” you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

harry leaned down and laid so he was half on top of you, half not, and his head rested on your bare chest.

“shall we get cleaned up now?” you asked, running your hand gently through his hair.

“mmm, not yet. it’s really comfortable here.” he replied and left a kiss on one of your tits. you laughed slightly as you recalled everything that happened.

“well goo goo ga ga then bitch.” you joked. harry’s head shot ip and he looked at you with an “offended” facial expression.

“this is on me, love.” he smiled at you.

“you’re the one with the mommy kink!”

“you’re the one that agreed to it!”

you both burst out in laughter and he put his head back down. you sat in a comfortable silence, taking in the moment of being in each others embrace.

“can you stay here tonight?” you asked in almost a whisper, not wanting to break the silence quite yet. he nodded.

“whatever you want mommy.” he teased.

“harry!”

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[aetheternity]

can you do watching eren while he masturbates??

Just thinking about asking Eren to masturbate while you watch

A/n: I'm officially back people. What's funny about this request is that I was already working on Eren's version way before I was asked. And before anyone else asks I'm doing Connie and Levi with this same prompt as well. Ya know eventually..

If there was one thing you knew about your boyfriend Eren it was that he'd be more accepting of any of your many requests after taking a shower. Your mind currently swarmed with endless thoughts of water cresting over his chest. You laid your head back against the wall allowing the mental images more space to flood in as you shut your eyes. The sight of little beads forming at the tips of his long brown hair and dripping down the expanse of his back clear as day. With slightly more explicit thoughts flowing in like a river. Standing in front of the bathroom door. The water had stopped forever ago but you couldn't move. The click of your nails the only audible noise around you in the dimly lit hall. Eventually you pushed aside the gnawing in the pits of your stomach, one hand on the doorknob while the other slowly inched the door away from the frame.

Eren's smile dawned on you the moment you stepped into the room. A little chuckle falling from his lips. One of his hands fully knuckle deep in his hair. Smoothing back the wet strands and combing the water droplets out until they plopped down onto the second bath mat in front of the sink. The other worked a brush over the other side of his head just as soon reaching for the small black hair tie at the edge of the sink. Eren's bare chest was rested comfortably against the smooth, probably cold porcelain. Not a care in his world that he was barely dry. The array of water droplets decorating his skin trailing down the expanse of his body to soak the loose towel around his waist. So close to slipping away.. "You're letting the cold air in." "Huh?.." You glanced up, Eren pointed behind you and you nearly leapt out of your skin. "Oh!" You pushed your back against the wood till a little click sounded behind you. "Did you wanna join me in the shower? If I would've known I wouldn't have dried off." He placed the brush on the sink top. His hair now pulled into a tight bun as he turned to you with his arms outstretched. "Dried off where?" You huff as you accept his warm embrace. "You're wetter now than when you got in." You can feel the snort from his body against your own. The base of his chin pressed into your scalp and then the much sweeter, softness of his lips on your forehead. Water seeping into the thin cloth of your sleep shirt.

"So, what did you actually come in here for? You know besides to be a pervert?" He winces when your fist comes in contact with his shoulder. "I've seen it all before!" You reach up the dips of his shoulders hugging his back closer if possible. His lips trekking up your pulse and you hum with the feeling. "Can I.. ask you for one thing baby?" It takes a lot of strength in you not to claw his back when he readjusts and the faint outline of his cock brushes up against your pelvic bone. But you let it slip your mind when you hear a faint, "Hmm?" "Will you.. maybe.. masturbate for me?" He pauses and the warm air in the room suddenly fills your brain all at once. Leaving you feeling mildly faint. It's not like you didn't ask him for sexual things but you'd never asked him for that. Not even when you two were still in the sexting phase. He slipped his face out of the junction of your neck and shoulder. His forehead rough but still somewhat gentle. The scent of his shampoo overwhelmed the rest of your senses. And the slight tonal change in the sounds of his breaths had your heart beating a mile a minute. "That's what's got you all flustered?" He leans into your ear and you clutch his shoulders like a lifeline. "If I can finish on your face then sure." He pulls back with a devious grin stretching across his face. "You'll let me cum on your face right?" The tip of his thumb curves over your chin as you nod. Any form of hesitation leaves his body with that nod of affirmation. Without a second thought he pulls you along with him to the toilet, yanking the towel off his body to place it over the closed lid. Next is your knees coming down awkwardly on the cold tiled floor. The scraping against your skin instantly uncomfortable but you don't let it show on your face. He leans back against the tank behind him. The glint in his sapphire irises focused solely on you. He'd already grown a little hard at the question you'd proposed, his hand soon finding the base of his cock. With one leisurely long stroke he'd already had you wrapped around his finger. Reading the need in your eyes that you wanted to hide. Watching the pleading look you were giving the tip of his cock. And it made him chuckle. Mockingly. "Sure you don't want to suck me off instead? You look so eager.." You shake your head forcing yourself to make eye contact with his actual face. "I wanna.. watch you get off.." It's said so breathily voice full of your own desire. In natural Eren fashion he spreads his legs out a little wider. Giving you a full display for your watchful eyes. With painfully slow strokes he manages to carefully bring himself to full hardness. But this is a show. And he's going to work as slow as he can. Build that climax up so aggravatingly slow because he wants you to not only enjoy this but suffer a little too. The smallest bead of precum is quickly swiped away by his thumb. And a weak noise of content fills your ears. Just low enough that you could've created created sound in your head. So small you genuinely believe you imagined it. Your eyes flick up to a softer version of his deep green eyes. His brow mildly furrowed as he continued to make eye contact with you. It didn't matter how many times you saw him hard, coaxing himself up to an orgasm. It made your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart race. "Eren.." You lean forward a little, mesmerized by the clench of his stomach. You want to reach out and run your fingers over the tightness of his abs. Possibly stick your fingers in the tightening muscles to feel them clench against your finger. His pace stayed relatively the same stroking nerve rackingly slow. "What?" He sighs voice breaking a bit. "Too slow for you? Want me to speed up?" "Please.." He grips his tip a little tighter at your own breaking voice. Deeper much heavy breaths filling the atmosphere around the two of you like a thick cloud in this small windowless room. "You want it like this baby?" He angles his tip lower allowing you to see the weeping beads of precum slowly becoming more prominent at the top.

"This better?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" He grunts His eyelashes flutter close and your eyes follow the tip of his tongue where it curves over his bottom lip. Soon opening for a ragged breath and a groan from the depths of his chest. "You enjoying this?" "Mmhm.." Slits of his green eyes peer down at you. His lips just as soon curving to show off that same devious smile. He can't stop himself at this point. A whine tumbling through his tightly shut lips. "Filthy girl.. shit.." His hand disobeyed his original need to drag this out. The fleeting chase for pleasure beginning. The thick palms of his fingers sliding effortlessly towards the base of his cock flicking his wrist up just a little bit faster. The mention of your name in between his groans had you reaching for the floor in front of you, the legs of your sleep shorts or anything to steady yourself. Your heart fully prepared to jump from your chest. His head lulled back against the wall behind him, shoulders slumping. His chest caves as more groans slip out unabashedly. His laboring breaths making your face hotter than it already was if that was even possible. "Mmm want me to paint that pretty face?" He pants. "Yes.. Yes please.." You nearly whimper. "Fuck.. c'mere.. c'mere." Without a second thought you opened your mouth, your own breathing heavy as the first rope of cum splattered over your cheek and nose. Eren's deep sigh leaving you practically weightless. The rest of his cum landing in the same general area with only a couple drops actually making it into your mouth. "Here, c'mere." He cooed His thumb swiped over the bridge of your nose, above your eye and cheek directing the last of his cum into your mouth which you happily licked up. Without missing a beat he pulled both you and himself up, exiting the bathroom and heading down the hall to your shared bedroom. "Since I did something for you now you're gonna do something for me." He explained

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[yuzukult]

bittersweet. (m) || kmg & reader

title: bittersweet. pairing: kim mingyu x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, established relationship!au word count: 3.1k warnings: dirty deed is done (aka explicit sex if you didn't catch that). profanity. prompt: you're always fighting. he doesn't get you. so why are you even still together? a/n: before any of my friends make fun of me, shaddup. anyways, this is for @/ficscafe dialogue prompt event! i'll be using #14: you make me weak.

He’s so adamant.

The crinkle in between his brows, the scrunch of his nose, and his incessant blinking from all the nerves, despite it all, he still stands firm on his beliefs.

But you’re fighting. Always fighting.

He doesn’t get you—he spends most of the time he's with you arguing about how insensitive you are as a person, how nonchalant you can be when you should be reacting with some type of emotion, and how he wished you’d been more affectionate with him.

But he doesn’t understand you. He thinks you’re selfish (sure, he didn’t outright state this, but you can sense him feeling this way.)

Albeit you’re unsure how you got yourself in this position—back flat against the wall, his hands on your wrists with his crotch pinning yours as your legs wrap around him securely to meet his gaze from the height difference.

“I need you to talk to me,” he rasps, anger filled in his voice. “I’m so tired of making this into some guessing game. Why can’t you just tell me how you feel?”

Although he’s got you cornered, rutting his hips into you once again, it's not persuasive enough. “Talk to me.”

“If you can’t figure me out, maybe we should just break up. I didn’t want to date in the first place.”

Jaw clenched, his eyes continue to melt into yours. He’s looking for anything—a sign, a glimpse, a crack in your exterior to see whatever it is you’re truly feeling inside. “Why do you always use that as a solution? Instead of just communicating?”

“Because—“ you halt, breath hitching when he shifts, the head of his cock rubbing against your bud through your thin material shorts. “—Because it’s an easier solution. What do you expect from me?”

“To tell me and show me if you like me or not. You’re like a fucking boulder. I can’t move you.”

You quirk a brow. “Your fucking holding me down right now. You’ve evidently proved you can move me elsewhere.”

“Emotionally,” he says, exasperated. “The most I can get you to feel something is when we’re fucking. I’m surprised we’re even fucking in the first place. You barely let me hold your hand!”

Rolling your eyes, you pull your arms from his hold and he lets go easily. It’s the type of person Mingyu is—he’s gentle, the complete opposite of you, with a heart of gold that everyone loves and appreciates. He’s lovable, known to many, and desired by them all, and somehow, you got him in your grasp and truthfully… you’re not sure what to do.

He’s fragile, but you have rough hands with toughened skin from years of experience and encounters. There’s this fear that you’ll drop him, shatter him into pieces as brittle as chinaware. So you hold the front, keep yourself strong with a facade tougher than concrete, because you’re afraid if you hold on too tight, he might break. And at the same time, he might break you too.

“You wanna know why?” You finally blurt, words firm and sharp. “Because you make me weak. And I don’t like being weak. I don’t like being known as weak. And you—you do that to me. I hate it.”

He furrows his brows. “I make you weak? The one girl I know to be the most resilient?” Mingyu has to scoff in disbelief because it’s the first time he’s hearing this. “You realize how insane you sound? It’s okay to have feelings for me. It’s why we’re together.”

Nose twitching, you suck in your cheeks. “I hate it. I hate this. I hate that when you turn to look at me in the morning, you give me that fucking… smile. Like I’m your whole world. Like you’re head over heels for me and I’m all that you see.”

“And why do you hate that?”

“Because, some part of me, deep down into the abyss, wants to look at you like that too.”

His jaw loosens, just like the restraints he had over his heart in the past hour of arguing, hands now finding purchase on your thighs to pull you back up closer. “Baby…” he calls out for you softly, the term of endearment nearly bursting your heart, but you keep yourself calm and collected as you normally do. “Then do it. Why are you so scared?”

“I told you.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“Well, it’s good enough for me.”

He heaves a heavy breath. “Baby, I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m chasing you but I’m getting nothing out of it.”

Then, you reiterate the same words you’ve said multiple times, but there’s never any genuinity in it because you never actually… meant it. “Then let’s break up.”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“Then what do you want to do? Tell me. If breaking up isn’t the option, then tell me instead of having me up the wall if we’re not gonna fuck.”

“Fucking only happens when you’re pissed or when you’re making up.”

“So, what now?”

It’s Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes. “We make up. I need you to talk to me. I can barely read you—the only thing I know for sure is that you don’t want this to end because you just admitted to me that you wanna look at me the same way I look at you.”

Frustrated, you let your head drop onto the wall behind you. “This is annoying. I don’t like expressing stuff. You just take what you get or leave. If you can’t figure out what’s going through my mind, what’s the point? Why put in the effort?” Eyes fluttering shut, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a ball and just… hide. Despite being fully clothed, you feel naked when Mingyu asks for more. And what he’s asking for isn’t even unreasonable—you’re just horrible at telling people what you’re feeling. “I just… why can’t I just let you lay your head on my lap when you get home from work? Or… cook dinner with you. Even have it ready when you have long nights at work. Maybe even fold your laundry—I don’t know. I don’t like PDA but if you asked me, I’d hold your hand under the table. Or… hold it in your pocket on cold days.”

Then, Mingyu stays silent (for the first time).

It finally hits.

You’re not outspoken when it comes to soft things. You’re loving but not in the same way he is. You’re also honest and straightforward about everything except when it comes to admitting feelings for him.

And for once, when you say those words, he… he feels loved by you.

He remembers those days—after spending hours at the gym despite having a long work day, he’d come home and you’re there waiting for him on the couch so you could shower together. You’d help scrub his limp body, even though he moans and groans about how sore he is, but you do it nonetheless because you like him. Or when you stopped by at his apartment, one he shares with all his friends, because he was stuck with helping one of them build their beds and you brought them all, including himself, lunch. And that wasn’t to mention you were already working twelve hour days.

“Can you answer one question for me, then? I won’t force you to tell me again. I just need to hear it once.”

Your eyes open, and it feels like a mistake because your heart drops into your stomach. His gaze is hypnotizing, like he’s got you in a trance, and you respond with a ‘yes’ without much thought because of him.

Mingyu swallows all his anxiety before asking that million dollar question.

“Do you love me?”

Although you feel small being put on the spot like that, the one thing you’ll admit is that you’ve already predetermined the answer to this. And just as much courage as Mingyu puts into asking, you’ll reciprocate and do the same in answering because he’s admirable for even trying.

“Yes.”

Without much thought, he presses his lips against yours. You love him, although you rarely if not never say it, but you finally said those words and all he needs is to hear it just once for assurance. To know that there’s something he’s chasing for, that he’s not running in place like on a treadmill.

Arms snaking around his neck, you keep your hold there as his hands reach to your jaw, leveraging the kiss in an angle he’d prefer. When you kiss, he feels complete. He’s never felt like this with another girl before, this feeling of home, the feeling of comfort. You’re colder than brisk winters, but something about having you in his arms makes him warm.

Your fingers comb through his locks, and although it’s doused in gel and spent hours on doing this morning, he doesn’t mind because he knows he’s yours. When you kiss him back, he’s as anxious as he was when he had to go on stage and perform in front of people for the first time.

Gently pulling away, both your lips are pink and swollen with a string of saliva connecting between. Pants brushing against each other’s face, a soft smile tugs on the edges of your lips as you feel heat creeping up your neck.

“I love you too,” he says, as low as a whisper. “And… I’m okay if you don’t say it again. You know how I show you that I love you… and I should’ve been better at learning what you’re comfortable with in showing how you love. But I still need you to help, too, to make this… better. I need you to talk to me, when you need me. When I need you. I need you to be here for me too.”

“Okay,” you respond, volume matching his. “If that’s the case, I love you. Just… as another reminder since I only said yes the first time.”

He lets out a chuckle, vibrating from his chest and everything about him makes your heart race. “Good. Can I show you how much I love you?”

“No,” you retort quickly and bashfully. But he knows you’re playing because you nod afterwards, allowing him to carry you to the couch. “Maybe.”

“I need a yes, love,” Mingyu says cheekily, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “You know I’m not going to go any further until I hear it.”

“Yes,” you reply embitterly, but Mingyu knows better now. He knows what you want, because all he needed was assurance. “Please show me how much you love me.”

And fuck, because he never knew how much he needed to hear those words all his life.

You’re so pretty when he has you stripped down to nothing, laid out on the leather couch of your living room; hair messy, mouth gaped open from all his teasing, and with an arm covering your face because it’s all too much for you. Mingyu is a passionate lover, you’ve come to recognize, and although it’s all an unfamiliar territory, you love him and you’re willing to step into the unknown.

“How am I doing?” He asks, as if he doesn’t have his head in between your legs and a grip on the meat of your thighs. He loves the taste of you, he reminds you plenty of times, but dirty talk coming from such an innocent face makes you slightly embarrassed. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, avoiding his infatuated stare. “Just… just fucking do it, you asshole.”

“What? Show you how much I love you?”

There’s a tornado in the pit of your stomach. He keeps saying things that make you awkward because you’ve never been loved like how Mingyu loves.

You don’t react, and this displeases him. Laying his tongue flat out against your cunt, he gives you another lick that lets a whimper escape from your lips. “Tell me, baby. Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes,” you croak, only because you feel like he’s got you in this position for so long. You’re so exposed, and he at least has his boxers to protect him like a shield, but you’re all out in the open. (Not to mention his fucking built body. He makes you feel so insecure about yours—how is this puppy looking boy so… wide? What the fuck?) “Can you… can you take that off?”

He leans up, tilting his head in confusion and now you can see how hard he is in his undergarments. “My… my boxers?”

“Yeah. I feel like… I’m the only one exposed here.”

He laughs. “Baby, we’ll get to that.”

“Now.”

Mingyu snorts. “Anything my baby wants.” He bumps foreheads with you gingerly, something he's always done playfully, and tugs off his boxers swiftly as requested. “Let me make you cum first and—“

“No,” you interject, eyes closed and biting down on your bottom lip. It's the only way to remain bold—to not look him in the eye because he’ll melt you like a stick of butter left on the kitchen counter. “Show me how you love me.”

Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to shuffle quickly through the little stash hidden on the first shelf underneath your coffee table (he likes to be prepared in every situation even though this is your apartment) and finally spots the condom he hid a week ago. Tearing it open rapidly, he gives himself a couple pumps that have beads of precum building at the top and slips the rubber on with ease. “Ready?”

“For you?” Mingyu gulps, because before today, you’ve rarely said anything that made his heart stutter. “Anything.”

With a push of the head of his cock into your heat, a quiet wince escapes from your lips and his chocolate orbs are saturated in apologies. He doesn’t want you to feel pain, especially not you, but even his efforts to loosen you up beforehand, you still manage to be so tight around him every time. It feels good to have you around him snugly, yet he knows the consequence of the beginning is the ache in between your legs from the first intrusion.

“I’m sorry, bub,” Mingyu presses a tender kiss on your forehead. “Bear with me, yeah?”

“Mm,” you hum dismissively, warming up when he finally slides himself all the way in. He stills, in fear that you’re hurt, but instead, you’re surprisely impatient as you cross your legs behind him and pull him close. Bringing your lips close to his ears, you breathe, “fuck me, baby.”

Mingyu laughs brightly, and your jaw clenches. “What?”

“After today, I’m not going to fuck you.” You quirk a brow. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

“Don’t make me throw up. You’re ruining the moment.”

He grins mischievously before pulling out and shoving himself back in swiftly that earns a groan from you. “Oh? Am I?”

“Stop playing, Mingyu,” you state sternly, but Mingyu is enjoying himself too much. “Or else you're not getting any for the month.”

Well, that does the trick.

He has his hands on your hips, pushed down against the seat cushions of your loveseat couch, hips once flushed against yours now thrusting into your throbbing pussy. God, you’re fucking done for, honestly, because he’s a pro with his hips when he angles it just right that he’s brushing against your swollen clit, hitting so deep into you.

“Fuck—“

“You curse too much, baby,” Mingyu puffs, pecking the side of your lips sloppily. “Everyone thinks I’m such a nice guy and when they meet my—fuck—g-girlfriend and find out how much of a dirty mouth she has, they’re always struck.”

“Too fucking bad,” you spit, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. He’s so big, stretching you with each shove, but you’d never tell him that or his ego would inflate. “Stop talking and fuck me harder.”

Mingyu loves. He loves and loves, and although you won’t pretend that he comes to your home often with crumpled pieces of papers with girls’ names and numbers on them that fall into the catch-all bowl by the door with his keys, you don’t forget that besotted daze he falls into the moment he sees you. So when you ask for something, he delivers without fail.

Abiding by your urge, his hips move briskly, pistoning into you as fast as he can. Biceps tense, you can’t help but let your hands slip there, gripping onto the muscle and has you wondering fuck, how did you get so lucky? He’s hot, cute, sweet, loving and geez, he could fuck. He’s so clumsy, so dumb sometimes, but he’s so freaking lovable it makes you sick. Lovesick.

His pretty eyes shut close, you notice, because those two cups of hot chocolate are gone and he’s chewing on his bottom lip as he groans, ends of his hair that brush over his eyes now drenched in sweat. His skin glistens underneath the dim lights, and he reminds you of the stars in the night sky—so gorgeous, so special. Always a sight to see.

“Fuck,” the not-so-innocent boy curses (even though he just said you curse too much) “Baby, you just got so tight. Are you about to cum?”

“Possibly,” you manage to say, still attempting to play games even though Mingyu could very so threaten to steal your orgasm away from the tip of your fingers. But when he slightly shifts in the midst of his pounding, you let out a raspy, “Almost,” because he’s rubbing against your nub incessantly that you’re losing all your focus.

When you finally see those stars, you let go.

Mingyu feels this, grunting when you convulse around his dick, head dropping to watch you tug and tug around him, begging for him to cum. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long because after a couple thrusts, he stills, spilling ropes of cum into the condom and dropping the entirety of his weight onto you, face snug into the crook of your neck once again.

“I—“

“You’re heavy.”

“Fuck, baby, we just had sex and that’s the first thing you say?”

He can’t see you, but there’s a smile on your face. “Yeah. And you got my couch all sticky from your sweat. Not to mention the cum. Are you gonna clean it after?”

Mingyu doesn’t care. He’s blissful. He’s happy. He knows you’re going to toss a damp rag at him later, despite his dick out and still drenched in your arousal, and tell him to ‘wipe down the fucking couch because that’s gross.’

All because he knows that you love him.

#caratwritersclub #ficscafe #ficscafe dpe #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #mingyu fanfic #mingyu x reader #gyukultfics #idk what to tag this i give up

[teddi-too]

Demon x Gender Neutral Reader (NSFW)

A/N: NSFW, a little long, I kept the reader gender neutral but story does contain specific mentions of various genitalia. 18+

You were sitting on the floor in your living room before you were a dozen lit candles in mismatched votives and a make-shift altar (it’s actually just a cell phone stand) holding a small piece of paper with a sigil drawn on it. The drawing was of the Seal of Gusion, a powerful demon whose symbol you had traced from your copy of the Lesser Keys of Solomon. You said a few quiet words and concentrated on the symbol with all your might until the world around you faded out.

“What are you doing?” asked a voice from behind you. The voice was rich and sounded somewhere between amused and concerned.

“Trying to summon a demon,” you responded absent-mindedly trying not to let your concentration falter. The room was quiet again and you went back to muttering words quietly. Then your heart stopped with a sharp slice you felt from your tensed shoulders to your navel. You lived alone. Who the fuck just asked you what you were doing?

Your body became rigid and warm as you fought with your flight instincts to turn around. You knew you needed to look at what the hell was in your house but fear stopped you.

“Where the hell did you learn to summon a demon?” The same voice asked again. The voice was so rich and electric it seemed to crawl up your back. You shuttered with a chill.

“Um...a YouTube video.” You shrank in on yourself. You didn’t even know who you were talking to but saying that out loud was a bit embarrassing. You felt a slender finger hook under your chin and turn your head towards the larger room.

Looking down at you was a tall, handsome creature with skin such a deep shade of obsidian it nearly obscured its facial features. Plainly set in its face were bright eyes with red speckled irises and a large mouth that stretched nearly from ear to ear.

The creature looked like a man from the waist up. Its skin was smooth and matte with small patches that reflected the candlelight almost like a swath of scales dotted throughout. It’s long trim arms retreated from your direction to sit idly on its hips. Your eyes moved down to its waist where it’s smooth torso melted into soft, thick mottled fur that was black with sapphire highlights. Your eyes traced down further and it took a span of a few seconds for you to realize the creature had goat like legs complete with cloven hooves. Swishing between its legs you saw a tail as thick as your wrist that ended in a tuft of long sapphire fur that reminded you of a cow’s tail.

Holy shit, you thought. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to make sense of the demon standing before you...had it actually worked? Your thoughts were soon interrupted as the demon crouched down to be more level with your face.

“I see.” The demon drew out its response. “And who were you trying to summon with...this set up?” It asked, waving a hand at your dismal attempt. Your cheeks flushed, a little embarrassed.

“Um, Gusion….is that-are you…” your voice trailed off. The demon burst into a fit of laughter that went on long enough for you to shift from embarrassed to annoyed. The demon wiped a tear from its eye.

“Gusion! You tried to conjure a Duke of Hell with...I-I can’t believe I need to say this but please don’t take summoning advice from a random YouTube video.” The demon reached past you bringing its face close to yours. You let out a shaky breath, you swore you saw the demon smirk at you. It grabbed your crudely drawn symbol off your “altar” and stood back up to examine it.

“Well...you’re here so something must have worked!” You said indignantly, pushing yourself off the floor to stand. The demon was much taller than you, even as you tried to straighten your posture as much as you could. The demon looked at you and flicked the piece of paper to the floor.

“Don’t get too excited. I just happened to be nearby and heard some weird ‘abracadabra’ type nonsense and stopped to check it out.” The demon reached out, cupping your face and traced a soft circle with its thumb on your cheek. “What did you want with that asshole anyway?”

“I don’t know...I just…have always wanted to meet a demon.” You shrugged. More specifically you have always been attracted to darker things and maybe, sort of wanted to fuck a demon but you weren’t sure how your guest would react to that.

The demon cocked its head to the side and let go of your face. As it pulled away, its hand dropped to your shoulder tracing a line across your collarbone before finally grazing your chest. The demon’s touch sent an electric shock straight through your body that settled down into your core. It was such a light touch but it’s potential excited you and you felt your body shift slightly trying to follow the demon's touch.

The demon took in a deep breath through its nose and smiled which allowed you to see just how far its mouth stretched.

“I knew it,” the demon looked down at you with a smug satisfaction. Heat rose to your cheeks once again. “I can smell your arousal little one.” The demon slowly licked its thin wide lips with a deep red forked tongue. It’s eyes suddenly hooded with an intense hunger.

White hot heat dropped into your core again piling on to the sensation that was already swirling in your sex.

“Now...I may not be a duke of hell but I’m not bad to look at, right?” All you could do is nod as you took a shallow breath. Your mind seemed to be five paces behind you and you let your body lead the way. The demon closed the space between you. It’s body was warm. Electricity jumped between your bodies, charging the sexual energy that had filled the room.

The demon grabbed your chin once again and moved your face to look up into its own. Your heartbeat was raging out of control and you stretched yourself up trying to close the distance between your mouths.

The demon's tongue ghosted along your lips causing a whispered moan to escape you. The thin forks of its tongue caressed your lips and it would probably have tickled if your body hadn’t already been swimming in your desire.

“Is that a yes, human?”

“Yes.” A small, timid word was all you could manage. The demon caught your mouth in a hard chaste kiss before stepping away from you. You stood there motionless for a moment unsure what to do next, you looked at the demon. “Human...is this your first time? Devil on high, lead me to your bedroom. Unless this is your preferred surface.” It kicked the leg of your coffee table and stood with its hands on its hips.

You shook your head free of the lusty cobwebs halting your movement and headed down the hall to your bedroom. “Come on, then.” you called back, trying to sound dominant. You are pretty sure you heard the demon snicker behind you.

Once in your bedroom, you sat on the edge of your bed and waited for it to catch up. The demon strode right up to the bed and stood in front of you, jutting its hips forward ever so slightly. You reached out and lightly grabbed its hips. The fur on its hips was so soft and thick, you started running your fingers across its front, playfully stroking the line where its bare torso met its goat-like bottom half. As your hand passed over the center of its pelvis, the demon let out a groan. Your fingers padded through the fur feeling for its sex.

“Eager, aren’t we?” the demon asked in an even tone. It grabbed the back of your head and pressed your face into its abdomen. You opened your mouth and slid your tongue against the demon’s cool, smooth skin. You began kissing the demon along the fur line where your fingers were dancing before. The demon reassuringly ran its fingers through your hair, leaning back just slightly so it could watch your mouth worship its body.

You began pressing your kiss further up the torso, up its stomach, across its chest, catching its hardened nipples in your teeth, teasing them with your tongue. The demon began to crouch down so that you could continue to move up its body without moving from the bed. The more you touched and suckled its body, the tighter your core felt. Your body was begging you to speed things up so you could feel the demon inside you but you were determined to savor this experience.

As you moved up, leaving kisses upon the demon’s neck, the demon let out a gravely moan which sent pulses through your entire body. At its jawline, the demon met its lips with yours and devoured you in a deep passionate kiss, eagerly pawing at your body and pressing you close. You were completely lost in the demon’s kiss, its forked tongue playing at your mouth, nimble and strong.

The demon pulled away and you instinctively hooked your arms around it trying to recapture their warmth.

“Now, now. There’s a point of order here before we can continue.” The demon smiled, two rows of sharp teeth glistening in the dim light of your room. The demon tapped you on the shoulders to motion you to sit back and stepped further away from the bed. “What is your preference little one?” it asked.

The demon moved its hand to its crotch and your eyes followed. It rubbed against its groin deftly with one hand and you soon saw a slender line open up amongst the thick fur. You could see the glistening head of a penis start to push out of its sheath. The head was a deep crimson red and flat on the end with a small spade shaped ridge jutting out of the underside. A line of precum trailed down the flat head of the penis and collected in the spade. The demon grabbed the head of its penis and began stroking itself, coaxing its penis completely out of its protective sheath.

Moments later, the demon’s long, thick member had emerged completely and the demon rested its length in its hand. Aside from the interesting crimson head, the penis also had small ridges along the top side. The color faded to black the closer it got to the base. Your mouth began to salivate taking in the sight of it which must have been at least 11 inches long in addition to its thickness.

“Now,” the demon interrupted your hungry gaze with an equally lust filled command, “do you prefer this or…” it trailed off. The demon let its member drop away from its hand and stretched its hands towards the floor. Spreading its legs just slightly, it doubled over in half and began to push its torso between its legs. You squinted at the demon not sure what was about to happen.

The demon passed its entire torso through its legs and began to move back up the other side as if it were a doll. When the demon was upright again its form had changed. On its chest were full, round breasts and as your eyes trailed lower you saw that its penis was gone. The demon took a step towards you and moved its hands down towards its sex. Its slim fingers parted fur lined lower lips to reveal a glistening, wet pussy. The demon began to stroke its throbbing clit and you saw a shiver run through its body.

“Well, human? What will it be?” the demon asked, smirking. Sitting on the bed, your body ached with want, your sex becoming slick with desire. The demon looked at you, a lazy expression on its face as it continued to pleasure itself.

“Option one, please.” you said breathily and without thinking you began to shed your clothing. The demon grinned ear to ear and dropped its torso towards the ground to begin the change once again.

You turned your back to the demon as you moved to crawl onto the bed. Its arm hooked around your waist and you felt the demon press its body against you. Its hard cock pressing into the back of your thigh. The demon rutted against your leg and leaned down, snaking its forked tongue across your back.

“Get on your knees.” a short, swift command and it made you fall apart. Your heart raced as you climbed on to the bed, positioning yourself on all fours. You felt the weight shift on the bed as the demon crawled up behind you. Its hand firmly pushed between your shoulder blades, pushing your torso down against the bed. Its other hand grabbed your hips, fingers digging in and laying claim to your body. Once you were in position, you felt the demon’s slender tongue lap over your entrance, eager to open you up. The tongue dragged up and down your hole, the hot breath of the demon adding to your growing arousal. You reached your hand towards your pleasure to try and give yourself a little release but you were caught by the wrist.

“Now, now little human. You’ve given yourself to me, your body is mine for now.” The strong hand squeezed your wrist before letting go. You let your hand fall away from your sex and moved it back to brace yourself. You were desperate for more friction and fought to not buck your hips back towards the demon. The demon laughed as it continued to wet your entrance with its tongue. The vibrations of its laughter sent a white hot feeling through your body.

The demon continued to prep your entrance, pushing its tongue into you, working at you steadily. When your sex was wet and swollen from its tongue, the demon began to use its fingers. Rubbing along the edges of your hole in small, steady circles before dipping a finger in. You moaned as the first digit pushed in and you could barely soak in the feeling before another finger stretched you further. The demon’s long fingers moved in and out you, crooking at just the right angle to make you cry out.

You began to move your hips without thought as the demon fucked you open with its fingers. The demon’s hot drool dripped from between its sharp teeth on to your sex adding to the wetness. Lewd, sucking noises filled the room as it worked your hole. You chanced a glance over your shoulder to see the demon pumping its cock, as it worked you.

The demon pulled its fingers out of you and held them in front of its face. Its forked tongue moved all over the fingers licking off all of your taste like the appendage had a mind of its own. The demon shifted and raised itself off its haunches and lined itself up with your entrance. Your body quivered, already overstimulated.

The spade shaped ridge on the underside of its penis slid into your entrance, opening you up so that the large, flat head could push inside you. In an instant your body felt so full. The demon roughly pushed in to you, suddenly uninterested in your comfort--chasing its own need. The demon’s hips snapped against your ass as it seated itself fully into you. Stretching you beyond what you thought was possible. Your entrance pulled and stretched to accommodate its cock and you couldn’t read the line between pleasure and pain. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that let you know you hadn’t been full like this before. You breathed deeply, trying to relax your body not wanting the demon to sense any discomfort.

After a brief pause with the demon seated fully inside you, it began to slowly pull itself out. This time you felt what you hadn’t noticed before, the ridges along the top of its cock. They tugged at your sopping wet entrance as its cock pulled out of you. The demon thrusted into you slowly a few more times. You could already feel your orgasm building and didn’t know how much longer you would last.

You nodded your head against your arm, not sure if the demon could see you trying to indicate you were ready for more. You didn’t trust that you could speak. The demon apparently took the hint because it immediately started to move in and out of you at a quick pace. Holding your hips in its hands, the demon hissed and howled as it picked up speed. A white hot feeling started to stretch over your body, oozing out from your core reaching into your legs and arms, all the way up your throat until a loud moan ripped from your mouth. Encouraged by the noise, the demon gripped your hips harder, its sharp nail pressing into your skin. Your body was so hot already you could tell if the heat in your hips was because it broke skin or was just your pleasure mounting.

A nonstop string of moans and guttural noises fell from your mouth as your sex began to clench and spasm, the feeling quickly built then crescendoed as your orgasm tore through you. The demon kept its pace as it worked you through your orgasm--still chasing its own. The demon continued to thrust roughly inside of you as tears stung at the corner of your eyes. A hand grabbed your shoulder as the demon thrust into you impossibly hard somehow hitting you even deeper than before. The demon screeched an unearthly sound as it came and released inside of you, filling you and once again making the room echo with wet, sucking noises as its seed pushed around its girth and out of you. The demon’s release forced another orgasm from your body and you screamed as the overstimulation left you numb and floating.

Finally, the demon slid out of you, its thick cock dropping against its thigh, and it let out a satisfied groan settling back on its haunches. You barely had strength left in your limbs and you fell to your side, taking in deep breaths of air to steady your racing heart. You moved your hands down the backside of your body so you could finger the release covering your ass and thighs. It was thick and heavy and clung to your skin. The demon ran a finger along the flat head of its cock, collecting its own release on its finger tip. It reached out the come covered finger towards you. You opened your mouth, eager to taste the demon’s seed.

You sucked its finger clean of the bitter cream and the demon laid down next to you, satisfied. You laid in silence next to the demon, both of you swimming alone in your senses nothing but the sound of your labored breathing in the room. You were the first to break the silence.

“Can I try option two next time? Can there be a next time?” you said dreamily, rubbing its chest. The demon smiled its wide, sharp grin that bisected its entire face.

“Oh yes, I will definitely be back here again.” the demon reached out, past you and stuck its thumb on your wall. For a brief moment there was a small, black crack in the wall. “So I can find you again.” When you looked again the fissure had disappeared.

Pushing itself off the bed and standing, the demon ran fingers through fur that was matted with both of your fluids. Suddenly, the edges of its body began to look blurry and there was a crackling energy all around it.

“For fuck’s sake...now?...when I’m covered in this mess…” its voice broke off, annoyed. You kept staring as the line of its shoulder seemed to evaporate.

“For your information, this is what it looks like when you summon a demon.” it snorted.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

#monster x reader #monster x human #monster lover #terato #teratophillia #monster fucker #demon x reader #demon fucker

[hyunjilicious]

a helping hand [henry cavill]

A/n: No idea where this came from, and if you guess who the mysterious person mentioned in this fic is, I’ll give you a cookie. If not, you’ll have to wait until I write the second part!

Summary: you ask Henry to help you take some pictures for your onlyfans account KINKY 3.4k

Warnings: dirty talk, age gap, obsessed henry... stalker-ish?, innocence kink? is that a thing? well, henry has it in this fic, nudes, masturbating (both), cum play slight humiliation, daddy kink.. i think that’s all? It’s pretty tame :)

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"You're a good guy, right?" you asked, your words reaching Henry's ears as soon as you both passed the threshold into your apartment. 

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "I'd like to think so, yes. Why?"

Ever since you moved in, he'd been glued to your side. The man that lived across the hall from you, although about 16 years older, turned out to be exactly what you needed in your life. He was polite beyond words, everyday willing to throw a helping hand to whoever needed it, built like a machine and with a sense of humour to match.

Every Saturday you went shopping together, and he would always insist on carrying your bags too, even though you'd take the car to the supermarket and rode the elevator up to your floor. He was the one who you paid with a beer to unclog your shower drain, and you were the one who ironed his shirts every time he needed it. Whenever he was out of town, Kal remained at your place, and whenever you were away from home, Henry came over and cooked in your kitchen, because apparently the window positioning in your apartment facilitated the smell getting out faster.

You had been the one who got him to shower and convinced him to eat after the so-called love of his life cheated on him, and he was the one who convinced you not to stop working on your degree when things got too difficult. He was everything to you. And that's why he was the one you decided to trust with this, too.

"I need some help with something-" you said, walking over into the kitchen, arms full of shopping bags.

"What is it?" 

"You wouldn't judge me, right?" 

"Of course not, darling" Henry laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as he started helping you unpack.

"I need someone to take some pictures of me" you confessed, all of a sudden shy as hell. 

"Hm, ok" he nodded, ripping open a bag of lentil chips he forced you to buy. He urged you to take the first piece, and after you did, he dug in, eyes trained on yours as he waited for you to continue.

"Nudes-" you added and then saw him choke.

Red as a tomato, his eyes bulged out of their sockets as the chips got lodged in his throat. "What-" he coughed, shaking his head. "Nudes?"

"Yeah, well-" you added, taking a step back as you felt he needed the space. "I didn't know if you knew, but I have an onlyfans-"

Henry coughed again, finally placing the bag down. "Definitely did not know"

"Ok-" you laughed, "It's really good money"

"And you need me to…"

"Only if you're comfortable with it!" you jumped in. Hoping it would comfort him, you placed your hands on his biceps, your big eyes looking up into his. "I really trust you with this, but if you don't want to, it's absolutely no problem. I'll ask someone else"

Never in your life had you seen him so out of it. He seemed uncomfortable beyond words, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed your request. But there was no way in hell he'd ever decline such an offer, it just seemed too good to be true.

"I just didn't expect this, that's all" he chuckled, bending down to kiss your forehead. With his hand on the back of your neck, he gently prompted you to look up again. "Just tell me when"

"I mean" you breathed out, looking around. "Whenever you're free. We can do it now, if you wanna"

As his enthusiasm grew, so did his cock inside his suddenly too tight jeans. He couldn't help but grin, as pure lust became visible in the blue of his eyes. "Now it is"

"Thank you!!"

"No problem, darling"

Henry made himself busy around your kitchen, tidying up and placing the newly bought items in their designated place as you rushed to your room to get ready. Your make-up wasn't too extravagant, but the lingerie you picked out was nothing if not too perverse. Everything was visible through the thin material, your ass was completely exposed, and the thick rope you held in your hands was the cherry on top when it came to what Henry fantasised about every night.

"I feel weird" you laughed, stepping into the kitchen, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

"I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful" Henry shook his head, locking his phone and standing up. He walked over and when he reached you, you undid the knot and took the robe off, doing a childish pirouette to show him the full picture. 

"Good?"

"Really good" he sighed, closing his eyes from fear that his self control would crack any second. 

You both moved to the living room and the photo shoot began. Although stiff and self conscious at the beginning, you eventually let loose. For the next hour, you posed seductively for him - you touched yourself, moaned out loud in order to get the right expression, giggled innocently into the camera, stared at him with a ball gag in your mouth and it was only the beginning.

For the second part of the shoot, you moved to the bedroom. This was going to be much easier, since you wouldn't be facing the camera. You kneeled in front of the bed, bending over the mattress as Henry stood behind you, waiting for instructions.

"I'm not sure which angle works best..." you told him over your shoulder. "Can you try a few, and then we'll see which ones we like?"

"Sure thing" he chuckled and got to work.

It was weird, not being able to see him, but you remained there, patiently waiting for him to say something. The room was almost perfectly silent, only the faint music you felt on in the living room being audible. You were relaxed and calm, until you felt Henry's boot push your knees apart. You almost gasped, but then he pressed his hand to your lower back, pushing you further down into the mattress, before he grabbed your ass, lifting it up a bit.

"Much better" he stated, stepping back and resuming taking the pictures.

"Wow-" you breathed out, completely turned on by the stern way he handled your body. "Thank you"

"Absolutely no problem, doll"

And finally, for the last part of the shoot, you handed him the long, thick rope and an instructions manual, opened at page 23. "Can you tie my hands to the bedpost, please? Like it says here"

"This is the shit you kids are into, these days?" Henry laughed, sitting down next to you on the bed. 

As he worked on doing the knot, you stared at the patches of chest hair that were visible between the stained buttons of his shirt. "It's what gets the most views."

"But you don't like it?" 

"I do!" you nodded and then hissed out in pain as he tightened the knot too much. "I think it's hot, I wouldn't do this if I didn't like it"

He seemed pleased with your answer, only sending you a smile before he was finished tying you up. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Yes, you look incredibly hot, if that's what you wanted to ask"

You burst into laughter. "Yep, thank you"

Next, you instructed him on how you wanted these pictures to look. The first ones were from the foot of the bed, so that your whole frame would be visible. You arched your back and bended your legs, curling your toes as you pushed your chest out. Even though you couldn't see Henry, his eyes burned your skin. His heavy breathing was audible behind the clicking of the camera, as he every now and then sent you a low grunt of approval.

The lewd sounds he was making had you extremely turned on, as if the way he stared at you wasn't already enough. 

For the last pictures you wanted to take, you asked him to come closer. "I want these directly from above. Get my chest and my hands in, that's all"

"Yep" he agreed, and then moved next to you, the mattress dipping as he settled beside you. Henry took a few pictures, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn't happy.

"What? Tell me" you pouted.

For a second, he looked around the room. You had no idea what he was looking for, and it wasn't as if you could help him while you were still tied to the bed. 

"Let's try something," Henry said, his words coming out more like a question. You nodded in approval and then his left hand found your chest, his fingers expertly undoing the front clasp of your bra. Your tits spilled out and sudden embarrassment creeped up your body, making your cheeks burn.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself with your hands, but your wrists were still tied to the bedpost, leaving you completely exposed. "Oh.." you whined, rubbing your thighs together as you looked at him for approval. Since this was how things were going to go, you at least wanted to look sexy.

"This ok?" Henry asked, his hand on your waist. It was the first time he touched you without a pretext that day, making your pussy all but cry out with need. 

"You tell me" 

"You have really nice tits" Henry grinned and then pushed himself up.

"Thank you…"

And you were completely done and wet for him now. He didn't even try and you were the one who whored around in front of him for an hour, but all you needed was probably a single touch and you'd cum, screaming his name. His massive cock painfully strained against his jeans inches away from your face as his frame towered over your naked chest, taking picture after picture.

"Act more innocent" 

"What?"

"Pout" Henry cleared. "And raise your eyebrows. Guys love that"

Or, in fact, he loved that. As soon as you followed his command, the atmosphere changed. He hid his face behind the phone in his hands, trying to mask his ungodly arousal. As if you couldn't see his cock, all but leaking inside his pants. 

And he did take a few more pictures, two or three, before, without another word, jumping off the bed and bolting from the room.

"What the-" you yelled, pulling on the rope. "Henry, what are you-" and then, you could have sworn you heard a door slam shut.

There was literally nothing you could do, bound naked to the bed. And as if the situation wasn't already messed up enough, the way he left you there, helpless and alone, made the pleasure inside your belly grow exponentially. Thigh rubbing did absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain, and no matter how much you squirmed around, you couldn't do anything else other than keep edging yourself.

You had no idea how much time passed before he returned, but when he walked back into the room, you couldn't have been happier. "Henry-" you whined, looking up at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing sorry" he shook his head. He looked terrified, afraid that you would hate him forever. "I'm sorry, I- heard my phone ring and I-"

It was the worst lie in all creation, but you didn't mind one bit. You weren't mad at all.

"That's ok" you smiled, "You could have told me, but it's fine"

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not" you said, "It comes with allowing some to tie you up, I guess"

"Oh shut up" he blushed, leaning over your body to finally undo the knot. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go now, I really have something to do"

"Yeah, sure, thank you so much, again" you sincerely said, rubbing your shoulders and enjoying the feeling of blood freely coursing through your arms again as you followed him to the door. 

Before hugging him goodbye, you clasped your bra back on, and then moved behind the door so no prying eyes of any neighbour that might pass by could land on you. 

"Wanna come over later?" Henry asked as he walked out of your apartment, "Grab a beer or something?"

"Yeah, sure" you smiled, butterflies in your stomach as you so wanted to ask for another favour. "I-" you muttered before you stopped, shaking your head. "Nevermind"

"Everything ok?" Henry frowned, extending a hand to you. "Tell me"

"It's nothing"

"Come on"

"We'll talk later today, ok?" you asked, hoping you'd gather more confidence until then. He agreed and you went your separate ways. 

Oh and how grateful he was you did. Henry barged into his home, slamming the door shut and locking it in a haze. He stumbled to the bathroom, feeling intoxicated. It was as if the last time he actually managed to get a breath of fresh air was before you asked him to take your pictures. He felt suffocated and attacked. He had you naked in front of him, moaning and doing your best to look confident and seductive, yet he couldn't touch you. Couldn't place his greedy hands on that sweet body of yours, on the body he so often dreamed of ruining. 

Ever since you moved in, you consumed him. You plagued his dreams and whitened his nights. The sweet college girl that didn't know how to change a light-bulb, the one he dreamed of fucking until she cried, was displaying her body on the Internet for strangers to see. He was enraged and incredibly turned on.

About 5 minutes ago, he had stormed out of your room, running to the bathroom to release the fucking pain that tormented his cock. It took him about a couple of minutes of rubbing himself to finish, yet that wasn't enough. As soon as he was alone again, he hopped into the shower, placing himself right under the stream of ice cold water.

It steamed off of him. He was still under your spell, breathing heavily and cursing under his breath. "Holy shit, baby girl" he muttered into the empty bathroom, one hand against the marble wall in front of him. He bowed his head, the water pouring down his face as he thought of you, and the way you touched yourself in front of him. He remembered the smile on your lips when he returned to you, tied to the bed and eager to see him again. His cock fucking twitched at the thought. 

A few painful strokes later and he was cumming again, your name on his lips as his seed left his tip, wasting away down the drain. The shower was completely useless. He felt as filthy as ever.

Henry grabbed himself a beer and opened his laptop, unwilling to let you go. He wasn't an expert when it came to social media and about an hour passed until he gave up trying to find your account. You didn't want to be found and he respected that. Or…

As he scrolled through the apps on his phone, he remembered. 'bbdoggydoll28iwon, I use that password everywhere [...] no, I won't change it [...] I trust you won't hack my Instagram, Henry, shut up'

Oh, and hacked it, he did. He couldn't have cared less about your chats, but he 'ctrl+F'ed his way through all of them, until he stumbled upon a conversation with your best friend, where you discussed different possible names for your onlyfans account. He prayed with all his being, to all the deities he knew, that you hadn't changed and your mind and that you used the one you settled on with your friend. And when he checked the account and saw your cute, little smile in the profile picture, he almost orgasmed again.

Firstly, he tried to log in, but for this, you created another password. Henry didn't even think twice before making a fake email and typing in a random name, as he created himself an account. He pulled his credit card out, fingers sweating as he added in his credentials. And then there you were. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. A month's worth of content, right before his eyes. The last post, made 23 hours ago, was a selfie taken in the bathtub. Foam covered most of your body, but not your tits as you playfully blew bubbles around. "Oh fuck…" Henry groaned, palming himself through his underwear.

He took another sip of beer and scrolled further down. Every post alone was able to blow his mind, but when he came across a video of you getting yourself off, he thought he reached heaven.

Your legs spread apart as your fingers toyed around your clit in circular motions, your toes wiggling with pleasure, your tits, naked and bouncing and you softly rocked your body - he was done. He connected his headphones, willing to believe he could be the only one to hear your innocent whimpers and moans. His hand found his cock without him having to tear his eyes away from the screen. 

"I wish you were here-" you cried out in the video, and he lost it. "I wish you could stuff me, Daddy. I'm needy and alone… please-"

"Jesus Chris, y/n" he breathed, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips, thinking of how sweet your pussy would feel while being stretched to the extreme. 

"... I know you want to fuck me, Daddy…" 

"Course I do, baby girl" Henry grunted, completely sucked in and mesmerised by you.

"Pull my hair-" you whined, before moaning.

"I'd pull your hair until you cried, my baby." Henry moaned. 

"... I wanna be yours… I wish you owned me…"

And then he couldn't anymore. He drowned out all noises and his vision became a blur, another orgasm surging through his body as he thought of you. When he finished, he looked down. His cum had gotten everywhere, on his muscular thighs and on his shirt, but most of it was on his fingers. Normally, he'd wipe it in the blink of an eye, but not now. He stopped and contemplated for a while, imagining how it would feel to coat your lips with his seed. How he wished he could see your pretty face covered in his cum. 

His whole afternoon turned out to be a haze. He didn't eat anything, just downed a couple beers and watched everything you ever posted. Over and over again. It was already dark out by the time he stood up from his desk, discarding his headphones and plopping down on the bed, no care in the world as Sunday would soon roll around. 

He had no idea when he woke up. But he felt rested and desperate to find an excuse to see you again. Henry went and searched for his phone, his heart nearly stopping when he saw 5 texts from you and 3 missed calls. 

*one missed call*

'What about that beer?'

'Henry?'

'I'm bored… I'll watch a movie until you answer, you always leave your phone in the bathroom smh'

*2 missed calls*

'Oh lmao sorry'

'I just knocked on your door but you weren't there. You're probably out. Call me whenever you waaant 😘'

How could he forget?! He stood you up, and then still, you were so sweet to him. Deciding to give himself some time to properly wake up before reaching out, he stumbled to his computer. His intention was to check his emails, as he always did every morning, but this time, his screen lit up exactly where he left it the previous night, on your onlyfans page. 

He was ready to switch the tabs and go on with his day, when something caught his eye. A post, made at 3:42am. His blood boiled as he saw the picture, the thumbnail for your next video - you, bent over some strangers lap, a short school girl skirt hiked up your hips.

"Hi guys!!!! I have many surprises in store for the upcoming days!!! Thanks to a sweet friend of mine, I have some semi-professional pics for you, so you can take a break from my lame selfies 😂. Another thing for you guys to look forward to is a video that I almost didn't film because said friend wasn't available, buuuuuut someone else came through at the last second, and it's by far my most requested post ever. I love you guys, thank you for all your support!!!! Stay tuned. I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up, and post it by tomorrow night. Kisses!"

Needless to say, Henry saw red.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fics #august walker x reader #walter marshall x reader #geralt of rivia x reader

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Can you please do a smutty continuation of tattoos please???

I am such a thirsty bitch, so of course I will! I kinda got a little carried away with this one, it has got the SPICE. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

*NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI*

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When you and Thomas would have arguments about this, that, and the other, it never went farther than a makeup make out session.

But hearing Thomas say that he loved you for the first time, it lit a fire in you that you knew wouldn't be put out by a simple make out session.

You held Thomas' hand tightly as you both rushed back to camp, quickly finding yourselves in the privacy of your shared hut. Your nerves were skyrocketing, the anticipation of what was to come exciting you and making your hands shake.

Before the Maze, you and Thomas had only been intimate a few times. You both had only just started to learn about each other's bodies before W.C.K.D. separated you. At the back of your mind, you wondered how much you would remember about how to please each other. There have been plenty of opportunities to be with each other ever since coming to the Safe Haven, but no other moment felt right until this night.

When Thomas kept looking back at you with an excited grin, you knew everything would be okay.

As soon as the door was shut, Thomas lifted you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly to the bed. You giggled as Thomas threw you onto the bed, quickly placing himself to hover over you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. He grinned wide as he helped you remove your shirt, trailing sloppy kisses across your collarbones, licking up your jaw until he came back to your lips.

You quickly flipped Thomas over so that you were straddling him, helping him remove his own shirt then stopping to simply look at him, slowly trailing your digits down his torso while trying to catch your breath.

Thomas couldn't help but blush under your intense gaze, just one look conveying how much you loved him. "You mean so much to me." He whispered, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, trailing soft kisses up your neck.

Thomas' skin felt scorching against yours, his teeth gently pulling at your sensitive flesh making you sigh heavily.

You brought Thomas' hand up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. You smiled seeing his tattoo, your name being a permanent reminder of your unique connection. You placed a gentle kiss to the ink, Thomas letting out a surprised moan, quickly replacing it with a sharp chuckle. "That felt so good." He awed.

"What?" You giggled, confused.

"When you kissed the tattoo, it felt...really fucking good."

"H-How? It's just a tattoo."

"I don't know." Thomas stammered, a wide grin on his face as he brought your tattooed wrist up to his mouth.

You gasped as Thomas licked across your wrist, a spark of electricity jolting through your body that went straight to your clit. "What the fuck?" You quietly exclaimed.

"You felt that, right?"

It was an odd discovery. All this time, you've never had that happen, you and Thomas never really gave any special attention to each of your tattoos either. If W.C.K.D. did give you those tattoos, why would they make it so that it felt so amazing to have it kissed or licked by each other? Maybe they didn't put those tattoos there, but it was some other divine being that connected you. Either way, the thought that you and Thomas might truly be soulmates aroused you to no end.

You crashed your lips back against Thomas', starting to slowly grind yourself on his hard erection, the sudden friction making Thomas groan into your mouth. You pulled back to unclip your bra, Thomas staring at your breasts with half lidded eyes, getting high off just the sight of you.

You sighed heavily when Thomas took one of your nipples into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue causing more heat to pool at your core, making you ache painfully for him. Thomas hummed in satisfaction when you let out an impatient whine, trailing back to bite down on your bottom lip gently. "These need to come off." Thomas growled, pulling at the button of your pants.

You chuckled when Thomas flipped you over, kissing and biting his way down your torso until he arrived at the hem of your pants, slowly pulling them down your legs. You watched with lust filled eyes as he took the waistband of your underwear in between his teeth, pulling them down your legs just as slow, all while keeping eye contact with you.

You whined frustratingly as you felt Thomas' breath on your core, almost feeling his peach fuzz on your flesh before he moved back up to kiss your pouting lips. You didn't stay frustrated for long before you felt one of Thomas' digits slide in between your folds, smiling smugly at your breathy moan. "So impatient..." He smirked, watching your expression intensely as he inserted a finger into you easily, almost moaning in sync with you. "And so wet for me..."

You gasped as Thomas inserted another digit while thumbing your clit, then leaning down to devour your moans as he finger fucked you. You held onto the back of head roughly, tangling your fingers in his hair, eliciting a groan from him. With your other hand, you reached down and started to palm his still clothed erection. "These need to come off too." You whispered as you placed a kiss just below his ear.

Thomas removed his fingers from you to reach for his belt buckle, only for you to stop him. "Let me." You smirked as you pushed him down below you, quickly undoing his buckle and taking his off his pants with fervor.

You smiled up at Thomas' needy gaze as you placed a kiss on his brief covered cock, just the simple act making his throb with anticipation. You then freed his erection, hearing a sigh of relief from the man as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. "Fuck, Y/n..." He whispered, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

You quickly leaning forward to grab his hand and move it away from his mouth. "Don't do that. I wanna hear you, baby." You continued sucking the head of his dick, his wanton sighs of pleasure traveling straight to your core.

You lowered your mouth further on his dick, surprising yourself with how far you got without gagging, hearing Thomas' first actual moan making you feel a sense of pride. Maybe you haven't forgotten how to please him.

You smirked as you felt Thomas buck against you, his needy moans getting louder the faster you bobbed your head, eventually he stopped you. "You were gonna make me come, baby. I want this to last."

Thomas gently cupped your face and leaned forward, kissing you passionately as you moved to straddle him, moaning into his mouth as you started to grind yourself on his now saliva coated cock. But he quickly flipped you over yet again, not breaking the kiss while kneading your breasts, placing himself in between your legs.

You felt yourself throb at the sight of Thomas pumping his cock, lining himself up at your entrance, first looking to you in confirmation. "Please, Thomas..." You begged, the need for him was all you could think about.

You and Thomas both moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside you, stretching your walls deliciously. "Fuck..." Thomas stuttered, your cunt perfectly encompassing his cock.

Thomas wasted no time, thrusting into you at a mildly brisk pace, his cock quickly finding your G spot, his quicken pace hitting it over and over again made you see stars, your eyelids fluttering closed as you held on to Thomas' shoulders for dear life. "Oh, Thomas..." You moaned, "you feel so g-good..."

You cried out as Thomas thrusted at a harsher pace, him groaning loudly as he felt your walls clench around him tightly. "Ah, I'm so close." Thomas moaned, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead, as was yours.

"Touch me, Thomas, please."

Thomas eagerly reached down, using his middle and index fingers to rub your clit in fast tight circles, taking your hand and placing rough sloppy kisses on your tattoo, the sensation so intense your grip on Thomas' shoulders tightened to the point you broke skin, the sudden stinging pain causing his cock to twitch inside you.

Thomas' moans got louder as he neared his climax, burying his head in your neck, biting down on your flesh slightly while still keeping a constant stimulation on your clit. Suddenly feeling a rush of heat to your core, you brought Thomas' lips to yours, leaning your forehead against his, looking into his eyes as long as you could before they eventually closed tightly as your orgasm washed over you.

You then grabbed his wrist, copying his previous actions and kissing on his tattoo, causing his eyes to widen and let out an animalistic growl.

"Yes, Y/n, fuck!" Thomas groaned, your walls pulsing around him as you rode out your intense orgasm and your tongue on his tattoo making him reach his own climax, moaning your name as he filled you up with his cum.

Thomas collapsed beside you, wiping away the bead of sweat that had traveled down the side of his face while you placed your head on his chest with an exhausted, content sigh. You smiled as you heard his heartbeat slowly even out, relaxing as you ran your fingers up and down his torso. "Why did we wait so long to start doing this again?" Thomas chuckled, taking your hand and giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.

You chuckled back, shrugging. "I don't know. I guess we've just been so busy with everything else."

"Yeah." Thomas replied softly, gently grabbing your jaw and guiding your lips to his. "I've missed this, being with you."

You smiled fondly. "Me too."

Thomas opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, but seeing the lovingly curious look in your eyes, he had to say this. "I...If you're that worried, I won't go back." Thomas almost melted when he saw your eyes light up.

"Really?"

"I have everything I could ever need right here, right next to me." Thomas said as he caressed your cheek, looking at you like you were the whole universe.

You blushed, his statement bringing tears to your eyes. "Only if that's want you really want. If you're dead set on going back, I won't stop you."

Thomas shook his head. "I wouldn't risk our relationship for anything...anything."

You quickly pulled Thomas in for another passionate kiss, finally reaching a true understanding feeling just as amazing as the orgasm that he had just given you. "I love you so much." You grinned, planting kisses all over his face.

Thomas chuckled, laying back down and pulling you to lay on his chest again, the both of you feeling like all was right in your own little world.

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if i had a dick, it would be hard right now

#the maze runner #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner smut #tmr thomas #thomas x reader #tmr thomas smut #tmr thomas x reader #tmr thomas imagine

[likeastarstar]

A Mutual Agreement.

Summary: You want to watch your boyfriend, Hoseok, wank off.

(A/N: this is soooo uh...explicit. sorry? Feedback is always welcome, don't judge me, I love hoba.)

masterlist.

"Do you still jack off?"

Hoseok paused, the cup in his hand frozen mid-air, a blank stare on his face, "Excuse me?"

You laughed, leaning towards your boyfriend, "I mean we've been living together for 3 months, I've never seen you masturbate."

He raised his eyebrows and set his coffee down slowly, sending you an incredulous look. "That's because now I use your pussy instead of my hand."

You grinned at him, expecting as much. You had a very high sex drive, Hoseok matching your energy both in spirit and adventure. There was little you hadn't tried, but watching your boyfriend get off to completion wasn't on the list.

"I want to watch you do it though," You said quietly, dragging your eyes down to his lips, watching his tongue slip out to lick his lips apprehensively.

"I don't see how that would benefit you," He frowned, biting down on his bottom lip, "Why wouldn't we just have sex?"

"Because I want to focus on you completely," You explained, scooting towards him on the couch until you were practically on top of him, "Please baby?"

He inhaled shakily, leaning back into the couch further, "Only if I can watch you too- touching yourself, I mean. I want to watch too," He mumbled.

"Sure," You said easily, "Sounds fair."

He had agreed but the actual opportunity didn't present itself for awhile, the two of you always got too horny for each other to remember your deal before you were already fucking. So when Hoseok marched into the living room one afternoon and announced today was the day- you were more than down.

"I'm about to rub one out," Hoseok declared with a close mouthed smile. holding out his arms like he deserved a medal for that statement. "Now's your chance to watch if you were serious."

You squealed in excitement and jumped up, following him to the bedroom you shared, doing a little dance on your way in.

"You're so weird," He chuckled, watching you perch at the edge of the bed eagerly. He stood in front of you awkwardly, staring down at his dick and then back at you. "I don't know why I feel so shy right now."

You grinned at him, trying not to laugh. This entire situation was a little awkward, you had to admit. You tucked your feet under you and motioned for him to sit next to you on the bed, watching him move entirely too slowly. He was acting like you were a cat about to pounce on him, his eyes wide and apprehensive. You felt your heart warm with fondness, leaning towards Hoseok and kissing right under his ear. He shivered under you, already breathing heavier.

"What made you want to touch yourself?" You asked, keeping your eyes on his face to track any source of discomfort. If he didn't want this, you'd stop immediately. It wasn't worth making your boyfriend uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes staring ahead, avoiding looking at you altogether, "I- uh, well I was going through my camera roll and found a picture of you from Spain."

"The one where you have me bent over the balcony railing without any underwear and my skirt flipped up?" You smirked, kissing his neck again, nipping his skin a little this time.

"That would be the one, yes," He mumbled, laughing at his own awkwardness. "I revisit that moment in my dreams often- Fuck, you were so loud that night, we should've made a sex tape."

"That's a terrible idea," You pointed out, dragging a light touch down his neck and stopping at his carotid, pressing down and tracking his pulse for a moment. It was still fast- he was nervous.

"Relax," You whispered, "Just show me what you'd do if I weren't here."

He nodded, leaning back slightly, and unzipping the fly of his jeans. He slid his hand in, palming himself through his boxers. Hoseok lifted his hips slightly

and you shot a hand out to help push his pants down, stopping halfway down his thighs. "I thought you weren't touching?" He asked, looking at you sideways.

"Right," You smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

Hoseok grinned and pushed your hand away, pulling his boxer briefs off himself. You couldn't help but smile, staring straight at his semi-hard dick. You were very fond of it, fighting against yourself to look but not touch. His dick was on the longer side, thin like him with a lean to it. There was a delicateness to him that you loved, cherishing every part of him. You felt saliva pool in your mouth as he began to touch himself, mumbling about getting lube.

You scrambled to locate some, not wanting him to move an inch. There was bottle in the second drawer of his bedside table, half empty because you two were obsessed with each other- sue a girl for liking her boyfriend. You tossed it to him and he caught it with ease, squeezing out a good amount on his fingers and wrapping them around his cock.

"That was a lot," You chided, watching the way his finger slid over the veins of his dick.

"You know I like it wet," He bit back instantly.

If you were having a hard time not smiling before it was impossible not to now, watching at his hand move up and down on his cock like it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, which it was.

"You're so fucking sexy," You mumbled, half to yourself but you were glad you said it when Hoseok let out a heavy sigh nearing a moan, tightening his grasp on himself. His cock reacts, how fully hard and a bead of precum collecting at the tip. You wanted to lean over and lick it off but the satisfaction of watching him swirl his thumb over the head of his cock instead was enough to remind you why you were doing this in the first place.

Hoseok stroked his cock, clenching his jaw to contain whatever noise he was about to make. You pouted, wanting to watch him completely unravel.

"I wanna hear you," You whined, slapping his thigh lightly.

Hoseok laughed, speeding up his upward stroke and adding a slight twist to his wrist at the head, "Yes ma'am."

You watched the way the thick veins on his cock disappeared between his fingers, skin flushed with stimulation. He hadn't touched his balls once- interesting, that was usually a large part of what you spent time on when you went down on him. Hoseok angled his hips up and suddenly stilled his hand, fucking up into his own fist at an impressive speed. You inhaled sharply, leaning towards him a little more.

At this point, Hoseok was letting out quiet little grunts that he often did before he came, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Baby, look at me," He ordered, causing you to snap your eyes up to his face.

He looked gone, eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes heavy with lust, mouth hanging open slightly. You smiled at him, appreciating the low moan he let out when your eyes met his. Fuck, you loved him. He leaned back slightly, supporting the weight of his upper body with one hand behind him to allow his hips to lift off the bed even more, snapping into his own grasp roughly.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," You demanded, hypnotized by the almost desperate look on his face.

"You," He breathed out, "I'm thinking about you and that night in Spain- shit, you fucking drive me insane. I'm gonna cum."

You look back towards his dick just before he came, watching white lines shoot across his abs at first and then slowed down, dripping down the side of his fist that he continued to fuck into slowly now, the space between his fingers smaller as if he was milking his own orgasm. You sat on the heel of your foot, trying to relieve tension in your body as Hoseok fell back onto the bed, chest heaving.

"That was good," He sighed, out of breath.

"You're telling me," You agreed, picking up his hand and licking the cum off of it as he watched with peaked interest.

"Babe, I just finished," He pointed out, already knowing what you were about to do. "You're gonna have to give me a second to recover."

"I'm just cleaning up," You said defensively, lowering your lips to his cum covered abs.

It was the polite thing to do.

He laughed softly and buried his other hand in your hair, stroking the top of your head lightly, "Things will be different when the roles are reversed."

You hummed in response, looking up at him with curiosity. His eyes flickered down to yours and he smirked slightly, pulling one arm behind his head and sighing contently.

"I wanna watch you, sure," He explained. "But I also kind of want to tell you what to do."

TO BE CONTINUED...PART TWO

#bts smut #jung hoseok smut #jung hoseok fic #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #bts fic #hoseok x y/n #hoseok x oc #j hope x reader #j hope fanfic #j hope x you #j hope smut #j hope imagine #hoseok imagine #hoseok one shot

[duskamethyst]

heated.

a/n: first fic of 2021 and i just missed writing smut. i didn’t know how to end it lol but i feel like it’s something that we all can relate.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, quirkless AU

warnings: degradation, orgasm denial, angry fucking, intoxication (voluntarily), car sex, bakugou being an annoying little shit

pairing: bakugou x f!reader

♪ music rec: f&mu by kehlani ♪

summary: you don’t know the reason why bakugou is mad at you and purposely avoid confrontations about it. it makes you pissed and annoyed so you decide to make him taste his own medicine. 

“and where the fuck are you going?” your boyfriend glares at you from the couch as he scrutinizes the skimpy dress you have on while you nonchalantly walk from the room and reach for the front door. bakugou has been giving you an attitude these past couple of days and whenever you try to confront him about it, he just ignores you and walks out of the room. 

you know something is bothering him when he starts to act up but you grow annoyed when he decides to not talk about it so you plan on doing the same and let him taste his own medicine until he comes clean about what has been going around in his mind. you’re not going to let him have his way all the time.

you already list out the things that could’ve displease him but he probably wants to keep you guessing. he really got on your last nerve so you’re not going to waste time putting up with his childish behavior when he can simply be straightforward about it.

rolling your eyes, you turn to look at him. “i’m going to the club with my friends.” 

you miss the twitch on his eye when you turn back around and open the door, wanting to immediately leave the house without sparing a glance back to the angry male. 

“i’m coming with you,” he says, making you stop in your tracks before turning to him in confusion. “you heard me, dumbass.”

you don’t know if you’re relieved that he still chooses to tag along with you, considering the fact that he has been trying to avoid you around the house but the thought about how tense the whole car ride would be dreads you more. without leaving you a second to reply anything back, bakugou walks to the room to change his clothes. 

you could’ve just ignored him and left but that wouldn’t be the best idea since he’s not in such a great mood so you wait there until he walks past you and steps out from the house. 

“the fuck you’re waiting for?” he glances back at you over his shoulder while walking towards his car. 

yeah, maybe you should’ve just left him. 

and you were absolutely right about the car ride being tense– it easily ruined your mood too. none of you said a word (if not for the fact that he was yelling madly to a lot of people on the road) to each other and you only kept staring blankly out the window. he usually liked to put his hand on your thigh as he drove but you already expected that, judging from your past experiences. 

but your mood lifts up as soon as you see your friends again, completely ignoring and oblivious to bakugou’s presence as you swallow down drinks after drinks until you feel completely lightheaded and intoxicated. 

bakugou only sits down by the bar as he watches you dance with your friends. aside from wanting to make sure to run up to you if you are to pass out (he tells himself that your friends can’t carry you) or need the toilet to puke, he also makes a mental note to watch if any guys dare to get closer to you. especially when he thinks that you look absolutely stunning tonight. but he also wonders why you have to pick that dress and initially decide to wear it without having him around. he knew he would have to tag along even when he didn’t really want to.

and there comes one hungry wolf.

bakugou observes as the man slowly creeps up behind you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder and immediately draws your attention to face the stranger. he leans closer to whisper in your ear while you try to listen through the blasting music and process through your clouded head. bakugou hates to admit that the man isn’t that bad looking but he knows that you’ll push him right away and not because he is in your presence– but because even if he’s not around to look after you, he believes that it’s something you would do, so he was never worried to let you go out with your friends. 

and his eyes remain still at the two of you. for the most part, he only wants to witness the rejected look on the damned dude who even dared to lay his hand on you. the bastard should’ve realized that you’re way out of his league and maybe he would save some embarrassment for tonight. 

seconds pass by in minutes and you still haven’t pushed the guy away. instead, you entertain him and the whispers go back to back between the two of you as if sharing some sort of secret that only you both know. it suddenly makes him feel like he’s the intruder gawking over another guy’s girlfriend. 

from his fixed gaze, it’s almost as if bakugou hasn't blinked. he doesn’t miss the giggle and the smile on your lips as he wraps his arms around you before swaying your bodies together while your perfect ass brushes against his groin teasingly. 

you should know better not to do that. you should know better that your boyfriend can easily knock the guy out, doesn’t matter if he’ll get kicked out for it. you should–

oh, you know alright. and you know well what you’re doing.

the moment you turn your linked bodies to face his way with a smirk tug on your lips and the guy burying his face on the crook of your neck– he realizes that you’re trying to push his buttons.

bakugou is fuming from his seat. though the look on his face sends shivers down your spine, you can’t deny that it also makes you feel hot and bothered. but bakugou is not one to easily back down from a challenge. it’s petty and a waste of his time but a small piece of him wants to see how far you can go and he’s daring you to. 

it’s starting to make you feel annoyed when he still hasn't moved to pull you away so you try to step it up and provoke him further. with the guy’s hands around your body, you start to guide them down your hips and place them on your thighs, almost letting him touch and taste the sweet nectar in the middle, but not quite. your pussy is already aching for some relief but still, you’re not one to let a random stranger help you with it. 

bakugou’s hands are balled into fists– so hard his knuckles are turning white as he glares at the hands that you easily let roam around your body. the same body that only he is allowed to touch and leave marks on but he still owns the thinning patience spared inside him and continues to watch what tricks you have up your sleeves for your next act before he blows up.

you think his persistence tonight is quite surprising. usually he’d already pull you close without a second thought when a guy even dares to glance your way for too long– but at the fact that one is currently having his hands all over you? you think it’s pretty impressive at how long he’s keeping up. 

so you decide to amp up. 

you turn around to face back the man around you and wrap your arm around his neck. the hands that are resting on your thighs shift on your hips again and you take the chance to roll your hips more erratically to bait him into moving his hands further down to your ass by his own will.

like a moth drawn to a flame, he does just that. he shamelessly places his hands on your ass and gives it a light squeeze before shifting lower to the hem of your mini dress and deliberately grazing his fingers against the skin on your butt cheeks. 

“in three… two… one…”

the guy holding you is suddenly shoved further away as your body is pulled to another muscular build. you look up to see your angry boyfriend, his red irises matching the wrath in his eyes as he glowers at the startled man. 

“fuck off.” bakugou snarls and pulls you away with him before the guy can reply anything back to him. bakugou won’t be able to hold himself from beating the fuck out of him if he spares even a millisecond longer in there.

you feel sorry for using the guy, but it has been fun. bakugou’s reaction is definitely what you’ve been yearning for and your efforts have been deemed to be fruitful. that’ll show him what he gets for giving you the cold shoulder.

“katsuki, you’re walking too fast!” you complain, clicking your heels to match his pace as he has his grip on your wrist. bakugou opens the back seat of his car and forcefully pushes you in and makes you stumble on your back before getting in himself and closing the door shut. 

bakugou drags you closer to him by grabbing your thighs and you blink up innocently to him when he looms above your figure in the confined space of his back seat.

“‘suki?” you feign innocence even as your thighs are already pressing together from staring back into his intense and fiery eyes. 

“don’t give me that.” he snorts. “acting like you didn’t know what you did.”

“did what?” you reply coyly, jutting your bottom lip into a pout.

“oh, you don’t know?” bakugou presses your cheeks together with his hand. “open your mouth.”

he eases his grip on your face and spits in your mouth as soon as you oblige, “that’s what sluts get. swallow it.”

to spite him, you do as you’re told with no hesitation and swat his hand away, “you deserved it, asshole.”

a look of amusement quickly washes across his face, “i think you should be put in your fucking place.”

“yeah? make me.” you challenge.

“brat.” he smirks before his hand reaches under your dress to rip off your panties. you look at him in disbelief as he brings up the cloth to show how well he just shredded the pesky cloth off of you. “your favorite? oops.”

bakugou lifts up the hem of your dress to your waist and a mischievous glint flashes in his eyes as he sees how you’re already drenched. “i haven’t touched you yet and you’re already this wet?” he chuckles. “a fucking dirty slut, aren’t you?”

“then it’s probably because the guy was touching me earlier.” you say mindlessly and the cocky look on his face instantly falters, his eyebrows furrow as he remembers back the show you put on from minutes ago. 

“then you won’t be needing me to touch you, right?” he sneers while his thumb teasingly ghosts over your aching clit. “won’t be needing my tongue to clean up this dirty cunt, yeah?”

a pang of regret washes over you. maybe you took it too far just to spite him or maybe he’s just good at turning the tables around. either way, you know he’s trying to get you to beg for it. 

the silence from your side tells him everything he needs to know. bakugou can play this petty game too and he won’t let you win so easily. “are you going to beg for it, brat?”

the relief you’ve been wanting is right in front of you yet bakugou wants to be an ass about it. 

“no? you can go back to that fucking sleaze to help you out with it.” he jeers. 

“if i wanted to, i would’ve done it already.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to his hand but he slaps your thigh instead.

“really? what do you actually want then?” he squeezes the supple flesh of your thigh and watches you squirm underneath him. 

you look anywhere except his menacing gaze, “want you, ‘suki.”

bakugou slaps your thigh again, “look at me and say it.”

you nibble your lower lip and offer him your puppy eyes as you look up at him. “want you ‘suki, please. need you.”

“do you think you deserve it?” he snickers. this time, he’s generous enough to press your neglected clit but that alone easily sends sparks down to your core. “do you think you’ve been a good girl for me?”

“n-no.” you whine as you wriggle your hips needily for a tiny bit of alleviation. 

“and do bad girls– no, dirty whores get to cum?” 

“‘suki, please– i’m sorry.” 

“good,” you look at him in anticipation as he tugs down his pants and briefs but he sits down in front of you instead and strokes his cock with his hand. “go ahead and show me you’re really sorry.”

looking at him dejectedly, you still get up on your knees to take his cock in your mouth. you want to start off with kitten licks on the tip but his hand is quick to grip the back of your head and forces your head down to take all of his cock until it hits your throat. 

you choke and try to muffle something out but his hand leads you up and down his shaft as your tongue slobbers all around at every inch. 

“fuuuck– what’s that?” he chuckles as he watches you struggle to take his fat cock all the way in that your eyes begin to get glassy. “whores don’t get to talk.”

bakugou’s head falls back as his hand continues to guide you down his length. his lips part to allow his soft groans to escape, eyes heavy as he focuses on your puffy lips wrapped prettily around his cock. 

he holds your head still as he bucks his hips upwards and the tip instantly hits your throat again. you try to take control again, working your gag reflex and running your tongue up and down his cock and give special attention on the tip. 

“fuck yeah. just like that.” bakugou growls.

glancing up to the male, you can clearly see how much bakugou is enjoying this– his eyes closed shut, chest heaving as breathy moans slip from his mouth. an idea strikes you and you start to think back how you even end up here. why do you bother giving him what he wants? weren’t you trying to make him learn his lesson? the look of pure bliss on his face only serves to be a provocation for you to proceed with your devious plan. what’s the worst that could happen?

so as your saliva slobbers all over his thick cock, wet and erotic that the squelching noises are able to drown his own grunts, his hips jerking as he reaches closer for his high– you bite the tip of his cock. 

bakugou’s eyes shoot wide open as he yelps and pushes you away from him. a string of curses rips from his throat as he takes a few moments to regain himself but when he sees the smug look on your face, it only acts as a fuel to the blaze that was already starting to douse inside him– and you’re definitely going to pay for it. 

“you fucking brat.” 

he grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you down on your back again and lifts up your legs up to your chest. he slaps your clit before he sticks his tongue out and starts to lick a fat strip of your wet slits as you writhe in pleasure. your eyes immediately close and your nails dig the leather seat of his car.

“look at me when i’m eating this fucking pussy.” he spreads the slit open with his fingers and teases your clit with the tip of his tongue.

you shamefully turn your head to his direction, his irises ablaze with the usual perseverance to make you cum on his face while his mouth is attached to your cunt and his hands grip your thighs firmly to hold your legs up and spread. lewd squelching sounds echoes in the car and your breathing starts to hitch as you feel the coil inside your guts twists and turns tightly. 

your legs start to tremble when he uses his finger to flick the aching bud and his wet muscle delves into your sopping hole. bakugou is nose deep inside your cunt, diligently laps off your essence like a man having his last meal. 

“mmh– ‘suki– so good! gonna cum–” you cry as your hand grabs a lock of his hair to grind his face closer to your pussy. his mouth latches onto your clit, groaning a repetition of ‘mmph’s against the sensitive bud at how your tight hole is practically sucking his finger in with each of his thrust. 

“yeah? gonna make a mess on my face, baby?” from the firm grip on his hair, bakugou realizes that you’re close. his eyes gaze upon your face– forehead glistening with sweat, chants of mewls and moans escaping from your gaping mouth that a bit of drool is already trickling from the corner and eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy. 

“yesyesyes– fuck!” you pant, toes curling in your shoes when the tight coil inside you is threatening to snap at any moment. “‘m gonna cum!”

and as you are about one step closer to your release, bakugou abruptly pulls away. 

“you never learn your lesson, don’t you?” even through the dim lights of the parking lot, you can visibly see your juices glisten on his chin and the tip of his nose. “sluts don’t get to cum.”

your eyebrows furrow as you only silently watch him lean back on his seat and wipes his lips with his sleeve. 

“i’m giving you a chance to start over,” he taps his thigh twice while the other hand pumps his hard cock, the tip flushing with a bead of precum. “show me you deserve to cum.”

you get up almost instantly before bakugou shifts in the middle to make space for you to prop on your knees in between his thighs. he guides you by the hips with his free hand, explicitly displaying his control over you at the moment before allowing you to impale yourself on his dick. 

“how much do you want it?” sets of hazy, passion-filled eyes stare up at you while he teases your swollen clit with the tip of his cock and smearing your juices with his pre. 

“i- i want it so bad, ‘suki.” the clench of your hands on his broad shoulder tenses at the sensitivity. you can see sweat already formed on his head and neck from the lack of ventilation in the car. 

“hmm… and?” a grin etched on his lips as he spanks the flesh of your ass, hard enough to make your body jolt and a yelp to escape from your mouth. 

“a-and i need your cock to make me full.” you whine, rolling your hips a little as if to relieve the annoying itch that you’ve been dying to scratch but couldn’t. 

“so needy,” he tsked, guiding his throbbing cock down and halting just under your hole agonizingly. “lucky for you, i like needy little sluts.”

bakugou leads you by the hips to pull you down and hisses when he finally impales inside you. without wasting time, you start to desperately bounce on his fat cock and his hands find their way to grab your ass. 

“fucking perfect– hah– so tight.” he leans further on his seat and watches his dick appear and disappear perfectly inside your sopping cunt in trance. 

the praise serves as encouragement inside your head and causes you to ride and grind harder, completely heedless over how the car looks from the outside; bumping up and down.

the temperature in the car starts to rise and so are your bodies. vapors are already tinting the windows from the results of your heavy pants and none of you even mind about how suffocating it feels breathing through the dense air.

your body leans towards your boyfriend’s as your lips’ collide to a sloppy kiss before a loud moan tears from your throat when his grip on your ass tightens and rams his cock inside you relentlessly.

“look at you,” bakugou grunts over your shoulder as he continues to pound while your body arches over how good and deep he is inside that you can feel the tip brushing your cervix over and over. “fucked like a whore.”

the degradation makes you feel hotter than it should and you can only whine in agreement. as your orgasm gradually builds up, you quickly sense your pussy clenching tighter around his cock and feel every vein that brushes against your wall.

“mmmhh– so good!” you sob as your mind turns hazy, body trembling again once the same coil begins to twist and turn tightly and begging to break.

“wanna cum on this fat cock, don’t you?” he growls against your skin and smacks your ass before picking up the pace and fucks you harder. “let me hear you.”

“i– cum– please!” you try to form cohesive words in your head but nonsense babbles are the only things leaving your mouth. 

bakugou lets out a haughty chuckle. “i can’t fucking–” he slaps your ass again, “hear you.”

through his teasing, even his own pace starts to stutter from how good your cunt is milking his cock but cumming first would mean losing. 

“t-too much!” your hand curls into a fist through his hair.  “wanna cum wanna cu–! ah!” you whimper in a chant before your eyes roll back and a huge wave of orgasm washes throughout your body and finally sends you into a state of frenzy. 

“that’s it, baby.” his sporadic thrusts continue, making you whine from the overstimulation but he can feel that he’s already close from the twitch of his cock. “gonna fill you up.” 

you can only hold on to him for dear life as he increases his faltering pace again until he can finally cross the bridge that leads him to his own high.

“f-fuck–!” bakugou bites your shoulder to muffle his moan and the clench on your ass that never left becomes stronger as he releases his hot cum inside you. 

bakugou unlatches from your shoulder when you wail from the stinging pain and snickers to himself while he takes time to regain his composure. you push back his wet bangs with your fingers and place a chaste kiss on his sweaty forehead. 

“so are you gonna tell me why you were mad?” you murmur, pulling away and sitting next to him before he pulls his pants back up. bakugou ponders over the reason with a furrowed brow and walks out from the car to take a heap of fresh air instead. 

you’re too tired to get irritated this time, so you slip to the front seat and open the door to take a breather yourself. when he gets back into the car, he turns on the engine and the air conditioner before letting out a deep sigh. 

“because...” he mumbles quietly just enough for you to hear and avoids looking at you straight in the eyes. “you retweeted a spoiler from the manga i’m reading.”

“wait, what?” you don’t know if you want to laugh or get mad because you’re sure that it had a spoiler warning and it wouldn’t be entirely your fault.

“shut up, dumbass. it fucking ruined my whole day. i don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” 

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