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fweasleyswhore · 3 years

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Commitments - Smut

pairing: Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley x fem!reader (no incest just sharing)

a/n: I would like to do a pt 2 to this because I just have so much more I can fit into this dynamic and I like it (hornhee disease really takin over)

word count : 4.9k

warning: smut, 18+ themes, face fucking (male recieving), oral and fingering (female recieving), unprotexted sex -wrap before you tap kids-, choking, dom/sub themes, slight bdsm themes, subby reader, titles are given, its pure filth, friends with benefits relationship

mature readers only, this has heavier themes in it and i only want people who are completely ok with those themes reading

My head pounded and my stomach growled. It was the first feeling I registered as I opened my eyes. I was cold, hungry, and in pain. I blinked a few times, pulling my head up from its position on the table where I had been napping. I focussed my eyes on my unfinished potions essay. Groaning I rubbed my eyes. Not only did I not finish it, but I also fell asleep. It was due in two days and I had barely started. I still needed to-

Quidditch Practice. The potions essay fell to the depths of my mind as I scoured the library walls for a clock. Unsuccessful in finding one, I decided I was probably only late. Shoving my papers into my bag I ran out of the library, ignoring wandering stares from students I made my way to the changing rooms.

The door flung open and slowed down for the first time, panting slightly I made it over to the lockers, ready to get out my equipment. I picked up my shaky hands to do the combination when a voice interrupted me.

“I wouldn’t bother,” Oliver spoke. Based on the volume of his voice and the slight temperature change in the air, he was right behind me. Pulling my bottom lip between my lip I turned around, his toned chest was dripping, a towel hung low on his hips and his hair was ruffled slightly and damp. Our bodies were merely inches apart and I could see the anger in his eyes as I looked up at him.

“Ollie…” I tried but my nickname for him only caused an annoyed look to grace his features.

“Don’t,” His voice was stern and it made me feel cold. “You knew how important practice was today but you skipped anyway. We play Slytherin in two days! Where were you? Giving our play strategies to Adrian Pucey probably.” He rolled his eyes and walked next to me. He turned his attention to his locker, presumably to get clothes as I was left there with my mouth feeling dry and a ball of guilt in my stomach replacing my hunger.

“I fell asleep in the library, I don’t have an excuse,” I spoke truthfully and watched my hands as I spoke afraid to meet his gaze. “I haven’t been sleeping well lately and I dozed off. I really am sorry.”

He sighed and I wished at that moment I could crawl inside myself and disappear. “L/N, I don’t play favorites, you know this, but you are an essential part of this team. In this practice, we were working in groups, Fred George and I practically sat there the entire time because you were missing from our group. The other chasers were running well-needed drills and we had devised a strategic plan that would push not only you but the three of us too and you weren’t there. Today’s practice was a waste of time for us.” His words hurt me, they were filled with anger and it wasn’t a feeling he had ever directed at me.

“Ollie I truly am so sorry. I know this and I wish there was anything I could do to make it up to you. I know how stressed you are about the game, I just, I’m so sorry.” I finally looked up and he was facing me again, his locker forgotten. He was close to me again, his body heaved as he breathed heavily.

“Stress relief?” He asked, causing me to furrow my brows. Before I could ask him what he meant he spoke again. “You are right, I am stressed, that’s why I’m asking if you will help me with stress relief.”

I nodded understandably. I couldn’t fight the smile that found its way to my face as I realized what he was asking for. “You want me to massage your shoulders Wood?” I asked teasingly. He let out a short breath before taking a step forward. He toward over me, our chests almost flush as his hand caressed my cheek. His touch was sending shivers down my spine and butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Oliver was a good friend of mine, I always left my lingering eyes on him for too long but never admitted my feelings for him. I wasn’t sure if they were real feelings or pure lust. Being on the quidditch team I was never sure if I liked him or seeing his half-naked body as he ran down drills.

“Not what I had in mind,” I bit my lip as the nerves began to build up. His hand trailed down my cheek and under my jaw which he grasped semi firmly, pulling my face up to his. Our lips met in a messy heated kiss. I gasped into his mouth as my hand found its way to his neck pulling him closer to me. His legs parted my own and he pushed his hips flush against mine. An unintentional moan slipped from my mouth at the contact but that didn’t stop him, if anything it fueled his motions. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, it was a short fight that he quickly won. He pulled away suddenly, my face remained in his grip, the stern hand he had on my face caused my lips to part slightly. I looked up at him, blinking my lashes and grinding my hips softly onto his leg that was positioned in between my legs.

“I want this but I need to know you do too.” His voice was usually cheery but now it was stern and low, a side of him I had never seen and god I wished I did sooner. I pushed my hips down with more force, the friction finally hitting where I need it most and I moaned.

“Godric, yes Oliver, yes, yes, yes.” His gaze was cold and his face didn’t change when I gave my answer, instead he pushed his thigh harder into me, adding pressure I didn’t know I needed. “Fuck.” I whimpered shutting my eyes.

“Tsk, Tsk,” He tutted, pulling my eyes open I looked up at him. “If you continue to have a dirty mouth like that I’ll fill it up. Understood?” Growing wetter at his words I nodded feverishly. “Words darling.” He pushed his thigh into me harder. I let out a short breath, trying to compose myself.

“Y-Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. Keep being good maybe I will forget about the punishment I had planned for your absence.” I let out a whimper at his praise, the promise of punishment striking my core, had he thought of this before? He smirked down at me as I began to rut my hips against his thigh. Occasionally he would pull his leg back causing me to whine only to push it back with more force than before causing my legs to lose feeling as the pleasure built up. We were so wrapped up in our display we didn’t hear the two prominent footsteps grow closer until they were right next to us.

“Bloody hell.” Geroge’s voice interrupted. I opened my eyes and pulled Oliver against me to shield myself, in doing so I could feel the prominent bulge that formed under his not so restraining towel. “We heard Y/N came to the locker room and Fred and I were half sure you were killing her, not…” He trailed off and I watched as his eyes looked me up and down, my hair was no doubt a mess and Oliver’s leg was still in between mine applying a wonderful but also horrible pressure to my clit.

“Glad you’re not dead Y/N, but if getting off is what you wanted you could have always just come to my dorm,” Fred spoke from beside George. Leaning against the other row of lockers he looked significantly more comfortable than George, his trademark smirk plastered his face and his eyes kept flickering to where Oliver’s leg was positioned. I grew hot at his words as I looked between the twins. My eyes flickered up to Oliver who was giving both boys, especially Fred, a hard glare. Before I could protest Oliver’s hand found my hip and he pushed my hips into his thigh, pulling me forward into a rocking motion. I reacted by throwing my head back and letting out a moan, the feeling was too good to hide it. I didn’t let myself get too lost in the pleasure as I remembered our audience. Pulling my head back I eyed the boys with half-lidded eyes. Oliver was still guiding my hips against his thigh, his eyes were trained on my face as I whimpered trying to blink and focus on what was happening, my brain was fighting not wanting to stop but also worried about Fred and George’s presence.

Fred’s eyes were wide and hungry, he was still leaning against the lockers but his eyes were trained on the way my body moved. George was too watching, he took his brother’s stance, leaning on the lockers next to me. I could see two significant tents forming in both of their trousers, George’s hand slid into his pocket and he silently palmed himself at my display.

Seeing that they were enjoying themselves I let my worries dissipate, throwing my head back I moved my hips in time with Oliver’s guiding hands. Oliver ducked his head and began sucking on my neck. Rutting my hips faster I became more vocal, Fred and George let out small grunts here and there that I assume was due to their hands work which only egged on my ministrations. Soon enough the feeling became too overwhelming to bear, my legs began to shake and my breathing was becoming labored. “Ollie please, I need to-” My words were cut short as Oliver harshly nipped at my neck causing me to gasp.

“That’s not my name.” He whispered in my ear. I felt his arms stop their guidance slowing me down.

“Please Sir, please let me cum.” I begged submissively, not worried about the whine in my voice but rather the orgasm that was so close which was starting to vanish.

His hands grasped my hips with a different purpose now and he brought me back to the same speed that had me whimpering and moaning a few seconds ago.

“What do you think guys? Shall we let Y/N cum? Has she earned it?” I snapped my eyes open looking between the three boys frantically, letting out whines as Oliver applied more pressure with his thigh.

“I’m not sure she has,” Fred spoke up, he had a drunken look of hunger that made me shiver.

“I don’t think so.” George agreed.

“What a shame,” Oliver said looking down at me. “Guess you have to wait, darling.” With those few words, he held my hips firm and removed his thigh from me. I wouldn’t be surprised if his thigh had gotten wet through my trousers but I was too upset to be concerned with that at the moment. I whined lightly at the loss of contact and tried to stabilize my shaky legs.

“How can I earn it?” I looked between the boys who all adorned with wide grins. When I got no response I decided to push a little. “If you don’t tell me I’ll just get myself off.” All three boys lost their grins, not completely but their eyes went dark at my words, and they stood up straighter, they watched my hands as they trailed down to my trousers, popping the button.

“Brats don’t get rewards,” George said softly from next to me. His hand grasped mine and halted my motions, his grip was iron tight as he looked down at me. I angled my body so I was facing him, with my free hand I cupped him through his trousers.

“Then tell me what to do, sir.” I looked up at him with the most innocent face I could muster, cocking my head to the side slightly. I’m sure the markings on my neck from Oliver ruined the innocent facade a little bit but watching George swallow hard and breathe heavily through his nose was enough to tell me it was working.

“On your knees, now.” His voice was firm and it sent shivers down my spine as I sunk to my knees. My face was level with George’s clothed cock, I placed my hands behind my back and looked up at him waiting for permission. He brought his hand down, pulling my head up from my chin, he swiped my bottom lip with his thumb. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

I smiled at the name, undoing his pants with ease I heard a slight groan as I pulled them down freeing his erection a bit. He was big, much bigger than I’ve had before. I tried to swallow my nerves as I pulled him out and stroked him slowly. I wrapped my lips around his tip, circling the tip with my tongue that elicited a moan from above me. I smiled and began to take him, or as much as I could. He hit the back of my throat before I got to his base, I gagged lightly and began to bob my head, stroking what was left with my hand. I felt a foreign hand in my hair, straining my eyes I looked up to see Oliver pulling some strands of my hair back. I rubbed my thighs together my arousal building to extreme heights.

“Fuck,” George moaned. He pulled out enough so his tip rested against my lips. “Do you think you can take all of me?” I stroked him slowly as I thought to myself.

“Will it get me my reward,” I asked in a sweet tone. He opened his mouth to reply so I kitten licked his tip, twisting my wrist as I continued to pump him. His words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he hissed.

“Definitely, and if you stop being a brat it will probably get you two.” I smiled at his response and pulled back my hand, opting to rest both of them on my thighs. Opening my mouth I relaxed my jaw and stuck my tongue out. George took his dick and slapped my tongue with it a few times.

“Such a good girl, so ready for me aren’t you, whore?” He asked with a devilish smirk. I nodded and let out a small involuntary whine at his words.

“Such a little slut, you’re gonna let him use you like that?” Fred asked. He walked over, his dick now free from its restraints he pumped it slowly. He ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing it tightly and pulling my head back to face him, his harshness made me whine and I squeezed my thighs together, growing wetter. “You like this don’t you? Such a dirty girl.” He let go of my hair and my head fell forward, George’s dick slapping my cheek lightly in the process.

“Our dirty girl.” Oliver praised smoothing my hair. I smiled before opening my mouth again, making eye contact with George to let him know I was ready. He smiled and slid in slowly, I wrapped my mouth around him and tried to maintain my composure as he began to slide down my throat. I gagged lightly which caused him to groan and go deeper. I breathed out through my nose as my eyes began to well up, I closed them and focussed on keeping my throat open for him.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh, opening my eyes, blinking some tears away. I could make out Fred smiling as he kneeled next to me. I shut my eyes spreading my legs for him. He dipped his hand into my trousers tracing my lips from outside my panties. I moaned at the contact around George making him groan.

“You’re getting off on this aren’t you, completely soaked for us,” Fred whispered in my ear pushing my panties to the side. I moaned again which caused George to pick up his pace. I was gagging and tears were streaming down my face but I was enjoying it so much. Fred circled my clit with his nimble fingers making me gag and moan more but I didn’t care. George’s thrusts were becoming erratic and I knew he would come soon. Purposely swallowing around him caused him to meet his end. He buried his dick inside of my throat, my nose pressed up against his abdomen I moaned, swallowing his cum that shot down my throat. He pulled out of me, a trail of spit followed connecting us until it broke, slapping against my chin. Panting, I gasped for air and leaned my head on Fred’s shoulder. Fred picked his speed up on my clit causing me to yell out his name. He continued his brutal pace and I felt my orgasm catching up to me yet again.

“Please, George,” My words were cut off by a moan and I jerked my head back. “Please I’m going to cum I need your permission.” Fred was chuckling in my ear from my desperation but I couldn’t care right now. My legs were shaking and my abdomen was cramping up as I continued to fight it off.

George knelt in front of me, grabbing my neck with a strong hand he pulled my head forward. I fought against my body to open my eyes and look at him. “Cum for us, cum like the whore you are.” As he spoke he increased the pressure on my neck. My eyes rolled back as my orgasm washed over me, I shook violently, screaming out I felt myself release. Fred didn’t stop his fingers, they continued his brutal pace and his smirk grew as I began to shake from overstimulation.

“Good whore.” Fred whispered pulling his hand away from my core. I leaned back against Oliver’s leg and watched as Fred sucked his fingers clean. Oliver looked down at me with his dark eyes, filled with lust and hunger. Fred linked his arm around my waist and pulled me up. We walked over to a bench at the end of the row of lockers, he laid me down on my back. I giggled to myself watching him struggle to pull my trousers off. My laughter was cut short as he landed a short slap to my bare pussy, I moaned at the harsh contact.

“Don’t be a brat.” He warned and I nodded. I pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. Fred inserted a finger inside of me, slowly he began to pump in and out before adding another one, I moaned at the light stretch as he pumped faster, curling them to hit my G-spot.

“Such pretty moans.” George praised. He was knelt beside me and began to massage my breasts. I gasped as he began to suck on my nipple. Pulling my hands up I ran my fingers through his hair. Oliver stood on my other side, he was slowly pumping his cock at the scene below him. I felt Fred pull his fingers out and I whined at the loss. Fred spit directly onto my clit, I felt the liquid drip down and mix with my own juices.

“Spread your legs for me, darling,” I did as he said and opened my legs for him. “So pretty, princess, are you ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” I whined out. George was now attacking my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh that took my breath away. I stopped breathing completely as Fred pushed into me. Slowly he filled me to the hilt, he had to be the same size as George. I felt him bump my cervix when his hips met mine. My mouth was open in a silent scream as he let out a slow groan. He stayed there for a moment, letting me get used to the stretch that came with his impressive size. When he felt me relax he began to slowly thrust in and out of me.

“Faster, fuck, please faster.” I moaned out. He quickly obliged by setting a ruthless pace that had my brain cloudy with the pleasure I was feeling. Oliver leaned down, kissing me roughly, our teeth clashed due to my shaking from Fred’s pace but that didn’t stop either of us.

“Such a whore, putting this show on for me, is this supposed to make me forgive you?” He asked, one of his hands trailed down my torso, he left feather-light touches on my breasts.

“Y-Yes all for you.” I struggled out. He suddenly pinched my nipple, pulling it lightly causing me to moan out loudly.

“Hm, all for me? You let them down too, it’s not very kind if it’s all for me now is it?” I nodded in agreement unable to speak as Fred propped my leg onto his shoulder, the new angle intensifying the pleasure I was feeling. “What are we going to do about that then?” Oliver asked.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. I couldn’t conjure up a sentence much less a viable answer that would satisfy him as my orgasm steadily approached.

“What a shame, it looks like I will have to punish you after all.” He whispered in my ear. I moaned at his words. Fred continued to hit that spot deep inside me that sent me closer to heaven and hell at the same time.

“I need to, please, I-” My words drowned out into a moan as Fred thrust harder.

“You need to cum, slut?” Fred asked, words spaced out with his thrusts. His hair was dripping with sweat, his chest was glistening with sweat, somewhere in the process he had lost his shirt.

“Yes, yes please!” I begged.

I could hear the smirk on his face as he replied. “Cum for me princess.” My second orgasm washed over me. My legs shook and I tightened my walls, screwing my eyes shut I let out a long moan as Fred continued to pump in and out of me, riding out my orgasm. His hips began to slow and he stopped, flush against me I felt his dick twitch, shooting long ropes of cum painting my insides.

Fred’s hands rubbed up and down my thighs, soothing their shaking. He kissed my knee and unhooked my leg from his shoulder, gingerly pulling out, I whined feeling sensitive and empty at the loss. Fred walked to the side of me, replacing Oliver who was now out of sight. He kneeled beside me and stroked my hair. “You did so good.” He praised.

George hummed softly, his head rested on my stomach under my breast where he was leaving soft kisses earlier beforehand. “Such a pretty slut for us.” He added.

“She may be pretty but that’s not going to make up for what she did.” Oliver said, he was circling his hands on my thighs, his towel now long forgotten, his erection was prominent and it prodded my legs as they shook. His tip was red and needy with precum, I could only assume how much it ached.

“Hm and what did she do?” Fred asked, feigning confusion, a slight smirk on his lips. Oliver had a smile playing on his lips as his hands trailed toward my core. He started to tease my folds, rubbing around spreading the shared release between me and Fred everywhere except my throbbing clit.

“She skipped practice, you know that.” Oliver growled.

“I didn’t mean to-” I trued but Oliver suddenly slapped my pussy, the harsh contact with my clit made me moan.

“You skipped.” He said sternly. I took that as a signal to shut up so I nodded, feeling the excitement buzz in my veins. My pussy throbbed in anticipation as his fingers ghosted over my entrance and up to my clit.

“Hm, I didn’t think about that, should I have punished you princess?” Fred asked. Before I could answer George attached his lips to my nipple, he lapped it and bit it lightly causing me to gasp. He pulled off with a pop, grinning.

“I should have bent you over my knee, showed you who you belong too.” George purred, he trailed up so his breath fawned over the shell of my ear. “Would you have liked that sweetheart? Being so marked and bruised you can’t sit straight? Everytime you sit down you will be reminded of the little whore you are for us, how you bent over willingly, swallowed my cock and came on Freddies fingers. You would like that wouldn’t you?” His voice was deep and it sent shivers through me and took the air from my lungs.

“I think she likes that George.” Oliver said grinning. “Shes practically dripping.” Suddenly he inserted two fingers into me, pumping at a relentless pace. Sounds of squeltching filled the air as he began to hit that spot inside of me, over and over again. I screwed my eyes shut feeling blissed out as George nipped my ear whispering small taunts while massaging my breasts, Fred on my other side whispering praise and playing with my hair.

“You like being used don’t you?” Geroge would ask, licking the shell of my ear.

“Such a good girl, you gonna moan princess?” Fred would add, kissing my cheek.

They continued the process until I was a writhing mess. I was about to ask for permission to cum when Oliver wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue that just sent me over the edge. I came for a third time, shaking crying out, I felt a few tears fall from eyes as he didn’t slow down until I was convulsing and my eyes were rolled back in my head. Oliver pulled back and I gasped for air now that I was given a slight break. Suddenly he slammed into me, his dick stretched me in a delicious way. I yelped at the sudden contact. He didn’t give me time to adjust like Fred, instead he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back into me.

“O-Ollie.” I moaned out throwing my head back.

“What do you call me?” He growled, slapping my clit lightly and thrusting in forcefully. He halted his motions for a moment, grinding his hips into me and it felt heavenly.

“I’m sorry Sir! Please keep going!” I whined.

“Good girl.” Oliver praised pulling out an slamming back into me. He continued his relentless pace, slapping my clit and tits, pinching my nipples, occasionally leaning over to nip at my leg. I alternated between kissing Fred and George who whispered dirty things to me and swallowed the moans I left in their mouths. I felt Oliver speed up and I felt yet again that I was teetering on the edge.

“Sirs, please I need to cum,” I whined looking between all three boys. Fred and George nodded with cheeky grins and my gaze fell forward to Oliver between my legs. Oliver grabbed my hip with one hand, reaching down and grabbing my neck with the other in grip that could bruise.

“Cum then, cum on my dick slut.” Oliver grunted tightening his grip on my neck. I gave in, letting go and cumming harder than I have before. I let go, squirting onto his torso. Oliver kept pumping into me riding out my orgasm until he pulled out, cumming on my pussy, throwing white ropes on my glistening cunt. I was breathless and lightheaded, Oliver let go of my neck, my head fell back against the bench and I panted. Oliver spread my legs whistling lowly to himself.

“So pretty.” He muttered before ducking his head down and running a long stripe up my folds with his tongue. I jolted at the feeling, my body spasming as his tongue hit my clit. I felt him suck lightly and I whined. That’s when he pulled his head up, and leaned over me, his lips were in a tight line and his body caged me. He took one of his hands and placed two fingers on my chin, applying light pressure signaling for me to open my mouth. I did, sticking my tongue out as I made eye contact with him. He spat our combined juices into my mouth, some of it getting on my chin. He used his thumb to lap it up, wiping it on my tongue.

“Swallow it.” He commanded. I did as I was told, opening my mouth to show him when I was done. “Good slut.” He praised.

“Beautiful.” George added.

“Breathtaking.” Fred quipped. I felt my cheeks heat up at their praise.

“T-Thank you.” I said timidly. Oliver smiled, it was his usual soft smile that made me melt. He stood up, offering a hand I gladly took and stood with him on my shaky legs. I slipped slightly and George stood on my side grabbing my hip. I felt Fred’s gentle hand on my back offering his support should I need it.

They cleaned me up, offering support and praise every second of the way. The game with Slytherin went well, Gyrffimdor won by a landslide, and once again we found ourselves in the locker room together celebrating.

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melliflovs · 3 years

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Personal Punching Bag - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,627

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Sweaty!Gojo, Oral, Teacher Student relationship, slight daddy kink, aftercare, Sexual tension whew

Summary: Gojo meets you in the gym for a surprise session, except this one ends a bit differently ;)

A/N: This is part two, part one is on my masterlist! This is my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoy!

My requests are open!

It'd been a week since you'd seen Gojo outside of class. He'd made no mention of your gym session since it happened or any indication that he'd meant to follow up on his empty suggestion of "We should do this again sometime"

Admittedly it'd left you deflated. You'd found yourself distracted in class, daydreaming of his eyes under the blindfold and how they looked even prettier than the blue sky on a clear day. Instead of focusing on your studies, you were zoning out and your time spent in the gym after classes just left you frustrated and yearning for more.

You knew deep down you liked more than just his eyes, Gojo had given you more than enough to think of at night when you were alone in your dorm. The image of him shirtless and glistening in sweat permanently ingrained in your mind. Hormonal schoolgirl fantasies running wild.

It was so unlike you, you hadn't checked but you could tell your grades were slipping and your reflexes weren't as sharp as they used to be. In the event that you were sent on a mission, you didn't know if you'd be able to hold your own or if you'd have to rely on Yuji and Megumi for your safety. The thought of being defenseless against curses frustrated you. You were supposed to be better than that and you felt like you were letting yourself and others down.

Today you walked to the gym by yourself, you'd grown distant to your friends lately. Your head too far up in the clouds to handle any conversation. You opened the door, a glimmer of hope in your eyes before it inevitably faded.

He wasn't there. Again.

With a sigh you took off your shoes, stepping onto the plush mat, and approaching your usual punching bag. The bright red canvas seemed to taunt you as you got into the stance that your sensei taught you not long ago.

You swung and hit the bag weakly, the dull thud reaching your ears and making you groan in annoyance. Abandoning your stance you let hell rain down on the punching bag. Swing after swing battered the equipment.

"You know I'm probably a better sparring partner than that bag."

His voice made your heart sing, your fist pausing mid-air when you heard it. Shaking your head you brushed the stupid feeling off. Internally scolding yourself. You don't have time for this.

"Why are you here, Sensei." You were clearly annoyed, your tone laced with irritation.

Gojo simply didn't care, "I thought we discussed that. Calling me Sensei outside of class." He was teasing, you could tell but you were tired. Your muscles beginning to ache from your pitiful workout.

"Fine," You spit. "What are you doing here, Gojo."

"You're clearly frustrated," He mused "Why don't you take it out on me" Without a second thought you turned and swung at him. Fist flying faster than he'd anticipated. Even though it caught him off guard at first, he recovered quickly and caught your fist, holding it in his own.

For a moment you both stilled, it was the first time you'd made eye contact in a while. His blindfold was already removed and you momentarily felt lost. With a smirk, he snapped you out of your daze by pulling you forward by your hand.

Tripping over your own feet you fell into his chest with a soft thud. He felt warm and smelled like honey and freshly washed laundry. You felt a laugh rumble through him as he spoke, "Don't get too comfortable, we haven't even begun."

Before you had a chance to question what he'd meant he used his other hand to tilt your head up to kiss you. It started off slow at first, lips melting together as it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You'd wanted this so badly, but you'd also wanted more.

You became greedy, slipping your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, and pulling him closer. Gojo bent down to respond to your advances, tearing himself away from you for a moment to trail his lips down your neck.

He began sucking and biting lightly with his mouth, trailing lower as you pressed up against him. The grey sweatpants he wore to the gym left little to the imagination but what you felt against you was no dream.

You reached down to his bulge, clearly growing bigger the farther the two of you went. Your breathing grew heavy as you palmed him through his sweats. "S-Sensei"

"No." He growled out between sloppy kisses, his hands moving to your breasts. "Say my name, (y/n). Say it."

"Gojo" You moaned as his inquisitive fingers slipped under your bra and began to play with your nipples, the action sending small shocks to your core.

"I- I wanna make you feel good, Gojo." You whispered in between small pants as his hands continued to shamelessly roam your body. Your workout had already left you feeling sweaty but his actions were making your blood pressure rise. His hands relented and you took it as you greenlight.

Sinking down to your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes becoming clouded with lust. In one swift motion, you pulled down his sweats. To your surprise he'd gone commando, the soft look of shock on your face made him smirk. His blue eyes darkening as he watched his cock spring forward towards your beautiful face.

He'd never have admitted it but he'd imagined this very moment multiple times over the past week, hands moving over his own length late at night with your name on his lips.

Slowly you took him in your hand, slowly pumping him as you wet your lips. Your tongue flicked out towards his tip, the smallest of touches made Gojo moan softly, spurring you on. You wrapped your tongue around him. Slowly beginning to inch your way down his impressive length.

His hands found their way into your hair, petting you softly as you worked and keeping it out of your face. Gojo looked down on you with adoration, stroking your cheek softly as held back a moan.

"You're doing so well, baby." He praised, "Making your daddy, feel so good."

The name made your eyes widen and your thighs clench, you looked up at him as you took him all into your mouth. Your hand gripping his leg for stability.

You felt drool escape your mouth as you bobbed your head, listening to breath hitch as you looked up into his eyes. You moaned around him, feeling yourself growing even wetter.

Gojo tapped your cheek lightly, prompting you to stop your movements. You released him with a pop, his cock even harder than before as he pulls you up off the floor. "I want to be inside you, Baby. Wanna feel you come around me."

You moaned softly at the idea, quickly turning into a mess. He picked you up by your waist, wrapping your legs around him. As he walked you could feel him rubbing against your clothed heat, bringing you to the wall. He set you down for a moment, reaching down to drag down your yoga pants and squeezing your ass before lifting you again.

Hoisting you up he buried his face in your neck, your hair sticking to your skin with sweat. You felt like your nerves were on fire. Every little ministration going straight to your bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. Gojo started kissing your neck as his thumb moved your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him.

His fingers toyed with your folds, spreading your wetness up to your clit before slowly circling the bud. He could feel you tense up under him, your thighs tightening around his waist as you involuntarily pulled him closer, his cock rubbing against you.

Slowly he entered you with a hiss. Your warmth enveloping him as he started to thrust at a brutal pace. You were both so pent up, the thought of release taking over as you began rutting against each other. Gojo whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how tight you are and how good you've been for daddy as you moan uncontrollably.

It felt as though as much time had passed but simultaneously not enough. You wanted to be lost in him forever.

You could feel him hitting against your cervix, you felt so full, so fulfilled after yearning for a week of your dreamy-eyed Sensei.

Gojo.

You could scream it from the rooftops until your lungs ached. So you did, the sound filling the gym and no doubt the surrounding hallways, but you didn't care. The feeling of him rutting against you and setting your skin ablaze took away all reason, your chants only making him go deeper and faster. His finger found his way back to your clit as you continued to edge closer to your end. Beginning to lightly shake from the exhaustion and pleasure.

"Let go, (y/n). Come around my cock."

His words set you over the edge, your body tensing again as you moaned his name lewdly. All you could think about was how good you felt stretched around him.

Gojo came shortly after finishing inside you and riding out your highs. Slowly he slipped out of you, his hair covering his face as he pushed yours to the side, giving your forehead a kiss. Carefully he lowered you to the ground, letting you rest as he walked to his gym bag that you'd long forgotten and grabbed a small towel. Carefully he cleaned you up then sat back down beside you.

Wrapping his arm around you he smiled softly "I'll be your personal punching bag anytime."

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wh6res · 3 years

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johnny — part of the my bloody valentine collection.

prompt. the closer you are to your soulmate, the warmer you feel. the farther you are, the colder.

synopsis. johnny had always preferred you in winter clothes, anyway. you can say it makes his job a lot easier.

warnings. tread cautiously. smut, swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of smoking, mentions of stalking, violence, implied kidnapping near the end, johnny's a lil delusional, implied slutshaming

disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you don’t like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldn’t act like this in real life.

inspired by red.

in a world where finding one’s soulmate is a big hot and cold game, having sex for the heck of it proves to be a challenge. who’d be willing to take off their clothes when you literally feel negative degrees because your soulmate lives on the other side of the world?

but it’s weird, really. some people don’t have their soulmates living in another country. some people lucked out and have their soulmate living just across the street, or next to their house, and probably didn’t need all those winter clothes that other people wear.

johnny had eventually developed an unspoken rule to only get with the ones who are bundled up in their ‘lil jackets and parkas, running the other way from people who show more skin. he isn’t a masochist, why’d he want to spend time with someone who’s close to meeting their soulmate?

it hadn’t been two years when johnny met you in the brick alleyway of a local bar near the university, in the shortest, skimpiest outfit he’s ever seen. he tried to stop himself, oh, he truly did, but your cat-like grace and alluring eyes threw him off his game completely. one bottle of cheap beer led to another, exchanging whispers led to kissing, and kissing led to… well, in your mattress.

sure, the springs digging against his back as you rode him like a fucking horse hurt but it has a charm to it. with the pain and pleasure mixing into something so blinding that it was the best sex he’s had for years.

it was only after he'd cummed for the 5th time with you that night and had called it a day, did he realize that you haven’t met your soulmate nor were you feeling any closer to meeting ‘the one’ despite not wearing a jacket in the least.

you don’t know the relief that surged through johnny’s veins when you said…

“what? soulmate? i haven’t met them yet. wait a minute—you thought because of what i’m wearing, my soulmate’s close?” johnny felt a little stupid as you laughed, tugging the bedsheets higher up against your chest. “people i fucked always ask me that but nah, nothing can stop me from wanting to wear something that makes me feel confident.”

there’s something about you that johnny suh cannot pinpoint. it was that annoying feeling of having the words at the tip of your tongue yet being unable to say them. maybe it was the way you talked? the way you acted? or just the charisma you seem to exude so effortlessly? johnny would rather die than admit to anyone that you got him wrapped around your pretty little nimble fingers with just the bat of an eyelash.

he felt like utter shit for literally walking out on you as abruptly as he did (screw drunk taeyong for getting into bar fights again) but at least you guys exchanged numbers and talked about all that needed to be talked about.

when johnny went out that night to try out local bars outside the uni, he never thought he'd be coming back home, sober and satiated, with a new booty call.

the arrangement went on a few more times. and by few, johnny meant a hefty few, considering you saw each other more than his ten fingers can count and had always alternated between his place and yours. although due to taeyong being a constant nuisance (“i’m not just going to fucking move my gaming nights just so you can get your dick bounced, suh!”) he was always at your place, instead.

not that either of you minded. johnny had to sneak in and out of the university because you lived off the campus grounds but it’s well worth it. anyone will do anything for a taste of heaven, right?

not that you were an angel by any means but johnny discovers your moans turn whinier when he addresses you as such. it makes his cock throb with want, hearing you lose yourself underneath or on top of him as he used you to get off.

“isn’t that right, angel? come on tell me how much you love me fucking you. this is what you live for isn’t it?” johnny hisses, leaning forward, his chest touching your back as he railed you from behind.

you were way too lost in the pleasure to even answer him properly. you just felt so full, the slight curve of his cock aiding him to hit all the right places whenever he ruts his hips forward. he doesn’t even need to use his hands on you and johnny revels at how amazingly responsive you are.

all he can hear is you and boy was it enough to get him off. from your moans, to the clapping, to the lewd squelching sounds, to the springs of the mattress poking your front. everything is leading up to that moment you’re both chasing, that searing pleasure of climaxing.

when he feels you getting closer, he flips you onto your back, wanting to see your face twisted in sheer ecstasy when he makes you cum.

“johnny!” you scream when he hauls your legs over his shoulder, hitting impossibly deeper, grazing the walls of your cervix. “shit, shit, shit—i’m going to—”

he halts all movements.

the answering whine he got from you made him quickly wrap a hand around your throat, the other gripping your hips so hard you just know it’ll leave a nasty bruise the next morning. “you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart. go on—you live for my cock, don’t you?”

“johnny, come on—ah!” he cuts you off with a pointed look, the hard thrust rendering you speechless as he wraps his hand just a wee bit tighter around your neck.

“what did i say about whiny angels, hmm?” he leans down to your ear, puffing his hot breath with every word he spoke and drawing more beads of sweat on the side of your face. “go on, love, don’t be shy. i know you love my cock but i don’t tolerate you ignoring my questions.”

well, you’re fucked—figuratively—as you fail to remember whatever question he asked you only seconds ago.

you squeeze your eyes shut when he starts moving in the slowest pace possible, teasing you and making you work for it. as if your dilemma is written clear on your face, johnny coos, tilting his head. “what… is my angel having trouble?”

the surprised moan you let out when he gives another hard thrust sends shivers down his spine. he revels at your scrunched up face, both from the pleasure and wracking your brain frantically for whatever johnny wants because you sure as hell know that he’ll keep this pace up just to torture you.

“johnny,” you plead, nuzzling your face by his forearm propped beside your head. but one look at his face and you know he won’t drop it no matter how much you plead and beg for you to finish. “i didn’t—didn’t hear what you asked—”

“that’s just too bad, now, is it?” you squirm underneath him with one particular hard thrust, your head nearly hitting the wall behind the mattress.

“please… re—repeat the question? i promise i’ll do anything! you know i will! i’m—i’m your angel, right? i’ll do anything! just—”

“fuck the question,” he gasps, feeling you clenching around him as he gives in to the pleasure he wants to feel. screw pretenses. “that’s good enough.”

he started yet again his brutal pace, stopping only after you finished so he could pull out, ropes of his essence painting your naked stomach.

johnny doesn’t immediately slump next to you, reaching forward to the box of tissues lying on the floor next to the mattress so he can clean you up. he knows your heart flutters when he takes care of you after, that’s why he does it always, without fail. he can feel your hammering heart as he wiped away all of his sticky cum off your torso.

both of you are shivering underneath the thin blanket. with the nature of the soulmate rules plus the busted heater in your apartment, being naked as the day you were born is quite a bad idea unless you want to suffer from hypothermia.

“want a cig?”

johnny chuckles, putting an arm up to support his head. “you always ask me that and i’ll always say the same thing. i—”

“don’t smoke.” you finish his sentence, your giggle rings akin to that of a little girl as you click the lighter, angling your head so the cigarette butt will reach the small flame.

“those things’ll kill you,” johnny mumbles, eyeing a discolored portion of the ceiling.

you snort, tempted to blow the smoke directly to his face but you know what happened before—angry sex with johnny suh borders more on pain than pleasure… but masochists are made to love the pain, aren’t they?

johnny bolts upright in a coughing fit, the springs of the mattress groaning in agony with the sudden movement. only after he’s composed himself again after that small blast of smoke you blew towards him did he start glaring at you. yet his annoyance dissipates the moment he sees the eagerness and mischief swirling in your eyes.

“you’re gonna fucking pay for that.”

johnny doesn’t like thinking that he’s growing attached. what the heck is taeyong even saying? feelings make everything messy and the last thing johnny wants to do is mess up whatever the fuck you guys have—not friends, not lovers, just smack dab in the middle.

so why is he so affected by the sudden infrequency of your texts? you used to reply within seconds after johnny asks if he can come over, now it takes you hours and more often than not johnny has already taken care of the problem himself by the time you replied.

and your texting style has gradually started to change, as well. gone are the days you’d humor him when he gives poorly disguised sexual innuendos for the fun of it. when johnny does end up coming over, you’re still as noisy and whiny as a bitch in heat but… there’s something off with everything.

with you.

johnny’s just concerned. can he not feel that way? concern doesn’t automatically equal to any romantic feelings whatsoever, right?

“are you okay?” he asks, never the type to beat around the bush with someone. he tries to force out a chuckle, afraid whatever he said sounded a tad too serious. “i mean, i don’t know. is there something wrong—”

“i met him.”

“who?”

one look in your eyes and johnny knew you were pertaining to your soulmate.

he dashes over to you in a heartbeat, running his hands down your arms but before he can even reach your hands, you’ve hissed and pushed him away. “you’re hands are freezing, johnny!”

it was only a moment, seconds of touching you yet he can feel you weren’t as cold as you used to and it only meant one thing.

johnny’s smart enough to know he wasn’t your soulmate because if it was, you would’ve gotten warmer from the day you two met—but no, you were as cold as him, and had excused fucking each other as a means of sharing body heat. but even if that was the case, you both have made the agreement to still see or fuck around each other even after meeting your own respective soulmates.

jesus christ, you were the one who brought the issue up! and now… now what’s this bullshit he’s hearing from you?

“i can’t—can’t do this anymore, john,” you say firmly as you stand across the room, far away from him. hugging yourself as if you were the one breaking and not johnny. “we’d be hurting other people—”

“but you said—”

“i know what i said,” you snap, piercing eyes heatedly finding his. “i was stupid back then, i thought i can keep this up but—the guilt, johnny. you don’t know how guilty i fucking feel!”

“guilty?” he asks incredulously, taken aback of the implications of that one word.

you being guilty meant you’ve already met and have probably spent a reasonable amount of time with your soulmate (so that’s what you’ve been doing for the duration of you not talking to him). you being guilty meant you’re not exactly the proudest with whatever relationship you have with johnny and had probably kept your little midnight rendezvous with him a secret to your soulmate. you being guilty meant the sex you had only an hour ago was meant to be a goodbye of sorts, if the apologetic look you’re shooting him is anything to go by.

“look,” he’s never heard you sound so defeated before. “it was great, okay? the time i had with you, sex and aftercare and pillowtalk—all that shit. it was great but we both know it’s going to end eventua—”

“is the sex that good?”

“excuse me?”

“oh, i see,” johnny says condescendingly, a tone he’s never used when talking to you before but you’re leaving him with no choice. “he’s bigger, is that it? that has to be it. i wouldn’t put it past you, anyway—”

the slap you gave him only served to make his cock twitch under his sweatpants.

“leave.”

staring isn’t a crime. what can a pair of eyes do? it may be sharp like a knife and heavy like a gun in one’s hands but other than that can it physically do any harm? the answer’s simple—no, it fucking can’t. this is why johnny, for the life of him, can’t fathom as to why and what taeyong is so pressed about. johnny never thought him as a nagger, but his friend has transformed into an overgrown bat hovering behind his shoulders as if he’s some kid in need of monitoring.

“you call her a slut and now you’re being a stalker. wow, john, how utterly irresistible you’ve become.” taeyong looks so unfazed by johnny’s sharp eyes that the taller male’s fingers twitched in annoyance.

“i’m not stalking her!” he hisses under his breath, elbowing taeyong’s ribs only to curse when his bone hits the plethora of enamel pins stuck on his friend’s leather jacket. “and i didn’t call her a slut, either. get your facts straight.”

“but you implied it didn’t you?”

before johnny can even growl out a response, taeyong has quickly slipped into the bodies dancing in the middle of the bar.

so what if you were here? so what if this is the same bar you guys met? johnny’s not here for you. fuck, no. he’s here because this bar is closest to the uni and he isn’t in the mood to walk farther than a few blocks.

but no matter how much he claims otherwise, actions have always rang louder than words and johnny knows he’s creating a fool out of himself every time his eyes stray a little too far left and onto your figure, sitting next to a guy whose arm is wrapped around your waist like a vice.

but that’s not the interesting part—johnny wonders why your soulmate has another girl pressed up on his left.

oh, that’s your soulmate alright. judging by how you’d fan yourself fruitlessly with your hands, judging by how you’d cradle the glass filled with cheap beer and ice in hopes of the cold remedying your dried up palms.

but what sold you out? it’s how your eyes met his from way across the room. he knows you enough to see the apprehension and shock in your face only to quickly school it into indifference. the moment you glanced between him and that shitty soulmate of yours, he knows you’ll come crawling back into his arms—it’d only be a matter of time.

and not even hours later johnny’s phone rang and he stared down at your caller id with a sense of pride and sick entertainment rushing through his veins.

he knew he won, he just knew he did.

“and what does the angel need in such an hour?”

funny how you kicked him out of your apartment and now you’re ringing up his cell on the exact time you used to meet each other when you fucked around.

you’ve always been someone he can’t read, someone he can’t understand. may it be your logic, or your actions, or the words you say but it was all part of the appeal. a mystery johnny can’t help but want to unfold. when you called, the last thing he had ever expected was to hear you half-crying and half-moaning out his name like a mantra. he hears the sharp slick sounds and your shaky breath and knows exactly what you’ve been up to.

johnny isn’t a cruel person. it’d be mean of him to not give in when you had asked him so nicely.

“i’ll be there in five, angel.”

you wind back to each other for numerous times even after that night. you yourself always in the same predicament of being high as a fucking cloud, and johnny constantly getting flashbacks of the first few weeks he had with you.

but the way you treated each other has long passed the blurry lines of unspoken boundaries. you just felt so warm lying between his arms that he can’t help but tuck you in tighter, running fingers through your hair as you slept like a baby next to him and not on your soulmate’s bed.

johnny thought he’d won after you came back to him. how foolish of him to think that winning had something to do with this when it had everything to do with the small sparks of desire eating away at his insides—the desire to have you all for himself.

johnny scowls when you ask him to be quiet while in the middle of sex just because your soulmate called. johnny scowls when you refuse to meet up with him because you already have “plans” with your soulmate. johnny scowls when he smells a faint cologne that doesn’t belong to him on the whole of your apartment.

you yawn, subconsciously trying to shrug off johnny’s arms from your body in your sleep as you turned your back on him.

but want to know what johnny hates the most? what leaves a taste so bitter in his tongue that his whole day becomes a whole fucking mess? you trying to push him away… only to throw yourself back right into his arms.

how confusing can you be? how much more of the awful migraines will you let johnny endure? you’re driving him up the wall, pushing him to the edges of his sanity and the frustration only serves to add fuel to the fire.

what was so great about your soulmate that you can’t leave the bastard for good? johnny’s not stupid, he’s seen hickies countless of times to know that some purple marks on your skin are more than that—those weren’t hickies, they’re bruises. and god knows how much johnny hurts inside when you flinch away from him when all he wanted to do was pick away a fallen eyelash on your cheek.

he needed to save you, to snatch you away from the horrors of tartarus to worship you like a goddess again. and when he mulled everything over and over and over in his head, he only came up with one thing.

johnny perks up when he feels the phone vibrating on his lap, your caller id flashing in the dark room as he gamed on his pc. he eyes the phone in the corner of his eyes, contemplating the choices he will make. it’s not that he doesn’t know it’s wrong, but he needs you to wake the fuck up and you were taking too little too long for his taste.

his ringtone is deafening in the quiet room, he watches it vibrate against the table for a few more seconds until it stops. you have one missed phone call/, it says on his notifications.

the screen turns black.

he makes his move.

“what took you so long?” you whine, eyes red and seeing everything in a kaleidoscope as you stumble towards the door in a haste to get to johnny. you hear him strut through the door, shutting it close before hearing the soft pads of his shoes hitting the floor when he toes them off.

“i had to run errands, angel.”

with your hazy mind, you don’t detect the scratchiness of his voice. it’s as if he screamed his heart out until his own voice started to feel like knives against his throat every time he spoke. you were too high, too stoned, that you thought he sounded like melted chocolate, the drugs fucking up your whole system.

you giggle, folding in on yourself as you slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall with your knees tucked under your chin. “what kind of errands?”

“want me to show you?”

you were giggling when you signed your death wish. “yes, please!”

when he leans down, you didn’t smell the metallic scent that seemed to cling onto his clothes, didn’t see the splotches of red that ruined his favorite white shirt, didn’t taste his inhumanity when he leaned down to capture your lips into a heated kiss.

everything is under a thick layer of guise when you look down high up from cloud nine. but if only your feet had been anchored to the ground, maybe you would’ve seen everything as it was—would’ve seen the bat as it comes swinging down the back of your head after he’d pulled away. not enough to kill, just enough to knock you out. the clock starts from there.

johnny needed to be efficient, quick on his feet, as he incapacitated you with enough cable ties and darted around your apartment to shove everything in his duffel bag.

he mumbles to himself as he slots you inside the modest clothes he bought—he’s seen your closet enough to know that there wasn’t enough clothes that can keep you warm, so instead, he made you wear his own.

“this isn’t my fault,” johnny says under his breath as if trying to convince himself. “she forced my hand. forced me to do it. this is her fault.”

with all your big talk of able to withstand the coldness from when you had yet to meet your soulmate, he knew you won’t be able to handle the freezing heights brought by the temperature now that he left your soulmate to rot in a ditch.

this isn’t my fault. this isn’t my fault. this isn’t my fault.

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reinvent-and-believe · 3 years

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my blood is singing with your voice

Written for, but not posted in time for, @thewitchertransweek

Ship: Jaskier/Regis

Rating: E

Tags: Trans Masc Jaskier, Smut, Body Worship, Oral Sex, Marking, Desperation, Secret Relationships, Very Mild Power Play, Jaskier and Regis Both Figure Out They Have a Vampire Kink, explicit and gendered language around Jaskier's genitals, referenced top surgery scars

Summary: Jaskier is lithe and beautiful in the moonlight, marked up from collarbone to hips.

Regis draws back to survey his handiwork.

A crimson abstraction on pale canvas turned pink, a dozen bloodred constellations just beneath the skin, so close Regis can feel against his tongue the very moment the blood vessels burst. It’s intoxicating, so close he can taste it. Just the slightest scrape of teeth, the most natural thing in the world to expect from an ardent lover, the gentlest pressure from too-sharp canines and the dam would give way, flood his mouth with the sweetest wine.

“Please,” Jaskier whimpers beneath him. He tries to press himself closer against Regis but he’s utterly at the mercy of the iron grip on his hips. “Mark me up.”

“That might not be entirely possible, I’m afraid.” He’s fixing the panting boy with a look that he imagines quite like a predator salivating over its prey. Jaskier’s moan confirms the suspicion. “It seems as though someone has marked you rather thoroughly already.” He returns to that same still pink patch of skin, one of the few places across his bare chest not mottled in various yellows and purples and greens. He kisses the hot flesh, sucking at the thin skin against his collarbone, dangerously close to the clear, unblemished expanse that remains visible when he’s clothed. “If we venture much further up, this clandestine affair will quickly become public knowledge, my dear. After all, your penchant for leaving your shirt open for the world to see has nearly taken care of that for us already.”

“Are you shaming me for the way I dress?” There’s a giggle in his breathy voice. Jaskier digs a toe playfully into Regis’s side. “Well, deepest apologies, darling, I didn’t mean to inflame your delicate sensibilities.”

“On the contrary, I’m quite certain that’s what you meant to do.” Regis grins, not bothering to cover his fangs. He runs his hands indulgently over the bard’s broad chest, memorizing the defined pectorals, the raised, rope-like scars, the soft, young tufts of hair. “Goodness knows I appreciate the view. I’m simply pointing out that it makes it a little harder to keep things, well. Discreet.”

They haven’t told Geralt.

Nor any of the others in their little band of companions. Regis is fairly certain Geralt’s sussed it out regardless, but he’s not spoken a word, taciturn as ever, and Jaskier seems to get a bit of a thrill from sneaking about, so Regis is more than willing to humor him. It’s new, and it’s exciting, and it’s…

Gods, it’s good.

Jaskier flirted with him idly since that first night with the mandrake spirits, touching his arm and fluttering those long lashes and knocking their knees together and dipping his eyes slowly across Regis before getting inevitably pulled back to Geralt with that lonely, distant expression. Regis couldn’t help being flattered by the bard’s attention, distracted as it may be, but had no intention of taking him up on his unspoken offer.

“Are you planning on fucking me or just looking?” Jaskier quips. Regis ignores him, spreading cold fingers as he continues to caress every inch of the flushed, blotchy torso. Patience is a virtue.

It had changed when the boy was wounded escaping the Nilfgaardian raid. Then Regis admitted quite stupidly that Jaskier’s blood smelled nice when he found no infection, because it had smelled nice and because he found himself horribly worried over Jaskier’s injuries, unexpectedly distraught at the thought that he might not again hear that flirtatious laugh or gaze into those eyes so endlessly blue. And suddenly the vampire found himself cleaning Jaskier’s wound and bandaging his head twice a day with deft and tender fingers, even though it meant defying the witcher who’d told him in no uncertain terms that coming back would mean death.

The revelation of Regis’s vampiric nature took an understandable toll on the budding relationship, of course; he heard the way Jaskier’s pulse raced at his approach, noticed the new edge to the nervous ramblings around him, the distracted fluttering, the awkwardness and stress and fear. This torture last nearly a week until one cold midnight, Jaskier slipped into Regis’s bedroll, eyes hooded, and asked, “Did my blood really smell nice?” with a flushed, curious expression, breathless and wanting.

“Regis.” And if the long, drawn-out whine weren’t enough to pull the vampire back to the present, Jaskier grinding up against him hard with a pout on his kissed-red lips certainly is. “Any minute now one of them will wake up and notice we’ve gone. Stop thinking and get on with it, if you’d be so kind.”

Regis tuts, slipping down his body. “You’re awfully demanding tonight.”

“As opposed to what night?” Jaskier lets out a contented sigh as Regis unties the overly ornate trousers and runs his cold fingers down their front, raking through dark hair and ghosting over everywhere warm and wet and delightful. He pulls the trousers down creamy hips and off, sitting back on his heels to take in the sight before him.

Jaskier is lithe and beautiful in the moonlight, marked up from collarbone to hips.

“Appreciating the view some more?” He’s wearing a sly, flushing smirk as he slides a hand between his legs. For all his talk of haste, he’s adopted quite the leisurely pace.

Regis rocks forward, catching him in a kiss full of heat and something else, something soft and unspoken. The bard’s practiced hand surges between them. Regis cradles Jaskier’s jaw, stroking his thumb against a stubbled cheek. “There’s quite a lot to appreciate,” he says. It sounds painfully sincere in his own ears.

Jaskier beams.

Regis can’t help taking his time. He luxuriates as he works his way down: the feeling of soft, blazing skin and silky hair against his lips; the smell of the boy, juniper and sage and sweat and need; the gradient bruises perfectly marring gorgeous flesh; the little skips and jumps of the boy’s excitable pulse.

He settles between Jaskier’s thighs, sliding his hands beneath to knead him and pull him close. The moan Jaskier lets slip is rich and full and lusty as he wriggles into the cold, careful touch. Regis leans in, savoring Jaskier’s little anticipatory gasp, and kisses the sharp hipbone, long and thorough. He chokes back a groan as he feels the blood rushing toward the surface of the skin, and he desperately follows the sensation.

Lust and bloodlust swirl together in every bracing breath, in every brush of lips and fangs against perfect searing flesh. It’s intoxicating, dangerous. It’s far too much and nowhere near enough, an absolute tease.

Regis mouths at him desperately and can’t help the little whimper that escapes as he wets his tongue through the bard’s folds. He’s not sure anymore if even blood ever tasted so sweet.

“Gods, Regis, your mouth.” Jaskier’s breathy voice carries an unexpected hint of a rasp. “I don’t know how I’ll ever survive it.”

He shouldn’t moan at the reminder of how vulnerable, how truly powerless the boy beneath him is. Shouldn’t revel in it, shouldn’t have to stop himself from rutting against the ground beneath him at the implication. A better man wouldn’t get off on it.

And yet...

“You look positively monstrous, love,” Jaskier moans, his heels against Regis’s shoulders urging him closer, harder. “As though you mean to suck me dry.”

Jaskier’s wet lip is trapped between his teeth. A delicate blush lights his face, but there’s no shame when he meets Regis’s glance, and no fear, only arousal and trust.

Regis kisses and sucks his way to the juncture of Jaskier’s thigh and groin, eliciting a most delightful cry when he carefully drags his fangs across the delicate skin. His long, cold fingers move to stroke Jaskier with deft, familiar motions.

He can feel the blood flowing through the femoral artery just beneath the pale, unblemished skin. And without thought or plan, Regis sucks, hard, until white skin throbs purple in his mouth and the boy beneath him is shaking and whimpering, and it’s too much, the skin threatening to give way and Regis tears himself away to mouth desperately at Jaskier’s cock.“Please,” Jaskier begs, “so close, darling, please...” His listless fingers find purchase, roughly tugging at silver locks of hair.

And it isn’t that it hurts, not really, but that shock of pain-pleasure is enough to stir something deep and primal that has him moving on pure instinct until he’s snarling down at the wide-eyed boy, pinned to the ground with an icy hand on his throat, a thumb just barely pressing down on the carotid artery.

After centuries of restraint, Regis craves nothing quite so much as indulgence.

“Beautiful.” He lowers his head to brush his lips against the racing pulse.

Jaskier chokes back a sob. “Please, Regis.”

“Please what?” The slightest graze of his tongue, a cool wet trail following the artery several inches. He feels how close Jaskier is, would feel it pounding within them in tandem even without the thick, heady arousal carried on the night breeze. When the boy doesn’t answer, Regis looks up to him.

Jaskier’s staring at his mouth. “Suck me dry,” he breathes, flushed all over.

And when Regis moves back to his neck, he covers his fangs carefully with his lip before leaning in to taste him, to suck at the boy’s sweet, smooth skin, feeling the quake of each tiny blood vessel burst with the pressure. He slides his fingers on either side of Jaskier’s cock, rubbing him off desperately as he sucks at his throat, never quite enough, never the perfect pleasure of the skin parting, melting away between…

Jaskier comes with a cry, clutching the back of Regis’s neck as he rides through the aftershocks. Regis pulls away, grimacing yet reveling despite himself in the deep crimson bruise, so prominent, obvious. “Apologies,” he murmurs, tracing the splotchy skin. “I’m afraid I got a little carried away.”

Jaskier waves away the apology with a lazy gesture, still blissfully drifting in an exaggerated post-orgasmic haze that Regis finds utterly endearing. The vampire allows himself a few tentative touches, and when Jaskier leans into them eagerly, Regis indulges, kissing down his body until he’s back between the boy’s thighs, nuzzling gently against warm, wet folds until he’s licking him open again, a starving man, ravenous.

Jaskier holds Regis’s hand as he eats him out, the utter romantic.

Regis adores him.

#the witcher fic #trans jaskier #jaskier x regis #what even is their ship name?#my fic

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btsqualityy · 3 years

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Assuage: Chapter 7

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

By the end of the week, Yoongi had gotten upwards of 15 more offers from multiple Omegas and even a few Alphas. On one hand, he was annoyed because after turning down a few, he would’ve thought that word would spread around the pack that he wasn’t looking for anything serious right at that moment. However, on the other hand, he kind of...liked the attention.

It’s nice to feel wanted and desired, and after receiving the explanation from you and the others as to why everyone was all over him now, he couldn’t help but to feel proud of himself and how he had proven himself to be a capable Alpha. If only his old pack could see him now.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not looking to date anyone right now,” Yoongi murmured apologetically to an Omega named Yeji, who had stopped into the hardware shop to offer Yoongi a pair of mittens that she had knitted for him.

“Well, you could still take them anyway?” Yeji suggested hopefully. “Winter’s approaching and I’d hate for you to be too cold.”

“I appreciate it, but I couldn’t,” Yoongi shook his head.

“Alright. Have a good day Yoongi,” Yeji whispered, turning around and swiftly walking out of the shop, not even giving Yoongi a chance to say goodbye before she was gone.

“Ok, what was wrong with that one?” Kibum demanded to know, and Yoongi looked over at him.

“Nothing. It’s just like I said, I’m not interested in dating or mating,” he shrugged.

“You’re a fool, boy,” Kibum chuckled. “If only I were 40 years younger, I would’ve snatched her up.”

“She was pretty and everything, and her scent wasn’t terrible but I just wasn’t interested,” Yoongi shot back.

“Alright, alright, no need to get defensive,” Kibum sighed. “All I’m saying is that Yeji was what, the 5th person to come in here just today to try and offer you a gift? You keep turning them all down and you’re not getting any younger Min.”

“Oh, I didn’t think you would even know what younger looked like, considering that you haven’t been it for so long,” Yoongi snickered, yelping when Kibum smacked the back of his head in retaliation.

“How about you stop running your damn mouth so much and go cut us some wood down from those trees on the edge of the territory?” Kibum suggested.

“Yes Sir,” Yoongi laughed, quickly skirting around the counter before Kibum could hit him again for laughing. Stepping out of the shop, Yoongi made sure to grab the axe that sat on the small porch before he set off across the territory, past the Head Hall and the school house. A few people spoke to him as he passed and he replied, but no one else came up to him with anymore gifts.

Once he made it into the woods, he continued to walk until he made it to the small cluster of trees that Kibum had showed to him. These trees were specifically for the purpose of wood for the pack and were the only ones that Yoongi could cut down. Just as he lifted the axe and was about to swing downwards, the smell of white peaches stopped him.

He followed the smell, his head instantly turning to the right where he saw you. You were sat on a rock, looking down at the small stream that ran along one end of the pack territory.

“Hey,” Yoongi called out as he began to walk over to you and you looked up in surprise, your body relaxing when you saw that it was only Yoongi.

“Hey,” you replied, your eyebrows raising right after when you noticed the axe in his hand. “Damn, I know we haven’t really gotten along but you don’t have to murder me.”

“I was just about to cut some wood for Kibum,” Yoongi chuckled. “What are you doing way out here?”

“I had to work all morning and I finally got a break so I decided to come out here,” you answered him.

“Is this your little hidden spot?” Yoongi questioned as he leaned against the rock that you were sitting on.

“Yeah, or at least it used to be until you found me,” you rolled your eyes, making Yoongi scoff as he shook his head. “I guess it was bound to happen eventually though, since you’re a part of the pack now. Have you been settling in ok?”

“Yeah, actually I have,” Yoongi replied.

“Good,” you nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry for being a bitch, by the way.”

“Wait, are you apologizing to me?” Yoongi smirked as he turned to fully face you, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m trying to but don’t make me regret it already,” you snapped, even though there was a small smile on your face. “But being in an all new pack is probably really hard and I didn’t really give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“You know what, don’t even worry about it,” Yoongi shrugged. “If someone came into my old pack talking shit about the way we did things, I would’ve reacted the same way.”

“What was your old pack like?” You wondered. “You don’t talk about them much.”

“That’s very much on purpose,” Yoongi chuckled bitterly. “But long story short, they sucked. It was a pack full of mostly Prime Alphas and Alphas, and there were constant fights and just general dumb assery.”

“No Omegas or Betas?”

“A few, but their only purpose was cooking, cleaning, getting fucked and having pups,” Yoongi told you, not missing the way your scent soured a little bit.

“What else is to be expected in a pack full of mostly Alphas?” You huffed in annoyance. “It makes sense why you say the things you do though, about Omegas and their place within a pack. That’s what you’re used to.”

“Yep but if I’m honest, I think I like the way you guys do things better,” Yoongi admitted and you smiled.

“Good, because we are better than them,” you nodded knowingly, making Yoongi laugh. “Hey, are you coming to the full moon party tonight?”

“Full moon party?” Yoongi repeated. “What’s that?”

“Tae didn’t explain it to you?” You wondered, and Yoongi shook his head. “Well, as I’m sure you already know, full moons used to be when a person’s wolf was at it’s strongest and the full moon party was a way of celebrating that. Now that we’ve evolved to the point where we can’t shift anymore, the party is literally just an excuse for us to have some fun before snowfall comes.”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Yoongi wavered. “I’m not really the party type.”

“Come on. If you’re gonna be a part of the pack, you have to participate in the pack traditions and the full moon party is a pack tradition,” you smiled. “Plus, there’ll be good food, games, music and alcohol.”

“Alcohol?” Yoongi echoed, his interest suddenly peaked.

“Yep, the really good shit that the elders make that’ll have you on your ass,” you smirked. Yoongi pouted lightly, realizing that he didn’t really have anything to lose by going to the party especially since he was still so new to the pack.

“Alright, fine,” Yoongi relented. “I’ll be there.”

“Great,” you grinned.

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“Do you want to knot my sister hyung?” Taehyung wondered curiously.

“Taehyung!” Both Yoongi and Jungkook exclaimed, staring at him in amazement at how he could ask such an obscene question. The two of them had stopped by Yoongi’s cabin to pick him up on their way to the full moon party, and Taehyung had bombarded Yoongi with that question as soon as Yoongi had let them inside.

“What, it’s a valid question,” Taehyung shrugged.

“Please excuse my rude ass boyfriend,” Jungkook said to Yoongi, wincing when Taehyung pinched his arm in retaliation.

“Don’t apologize for me, I said what I said,” Taehyung snapped. “And he still hasn’t answered me.”

“No, I don’t want to knot Y/N,” Yoongi chuckled.

“You’re lying,” Taehyung instantly shot back. “Because last time I checked, the two of you argued anytime that you were in the same vicinity together and now, all of a sudden, Y/N-ah is inviting you to the full moon party?! And before I had the chance to?!”

“It’s literally not that serious,” Yoongi laughed.

“Yeah, stop being so overdramatic Tae,” Jungkook added, letting out a scream when Taehyung full on punched him in the upper arm.

“Keep talking baby Alpha, and you’ll be spending your next rut alone,” Taehyung threatened him.

“Ok, can we go please?” Yoongi interrupted them.

“Not until you tell me what happened between you and my sister,” Taehyung demanded.

“Nothing happened,” Yoongi shrugged. “She apologized for being so quick to judge me, I admitted to being a dickhead about judging the way you guys did things, and that’s all.”

“Mmhmm. Ok, well I’ll let it go for now,” Taehyung said. “But I’m watching you.”

“Nice to know,” Yoongi chuckled. “Do I look ok though?” Yoongi hadn’t exactly been sure what to wear for the party, given that he wasn’t sure if it was formal or not, but he had settled on a thick, plaid button up shirt and blue jeans, with black boots.

“Yeah, you look fine hyung,” Jungkook nodded. “Let’s go.” After locking up his cabin, the three of them walked down to the center of the pack’s territory.

There were multiple large tables surrounding a large bonfire, since it was late October and getting pretty chilly out. There were also large speakers set up around the space, with upbeat music flowing through them. It seemed as though every member of the pack was present, even the pups and elders.

“Hey look, there’s the others,” Jungkook said as he pointed to a table where you, Namjoon, Hyorin, Jin, Hobi, and Jimin were sitting. Yoongi then followed behind Jungkook and Taehyung as they led the way over to the table, everyone exchanging greetings.

“I have to admit, I’m a little surprised to see you Yoongi,” Namjoon admitted with a smile. “I told Tae that you didn’t seem like a party type.”

“I’m not, but what do I have to lose by showing my face?” Yoongi replied and Namjoon nodded in understanding.

“Babe,” Hyorin called and Namjoon looked down at her. “I hate to interrupt but me and this pup are hungry.”

“I’ll go make you a plate then,” he chuckled, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before turning to look at the other Alphas. “You guys coming?”

“You hungry?” Jungkook asked Taehyung, who nodded. “I’m coming hyung.”

“I’ll get you guys food,” Hobi said to Jin and Jimin, who just smiled thankfully. Yoongi then turned to look at you, feeling the need to make sure that you ate as well.

“I could get you food,” he offered quietly and you looked over at him in surprise. “I mean, if you’re hungry.”

“If you’re already going, then sure,” you agreed. Yoongi then nodded, getting up from the table and following behind Namjoon, Hobi and Jungkook as they walked over to the buffet table.

“Is this love I’m smelling?” Hyorin teased you as soon as the Alphas were out of ear-shot, and you just rolled your eyes in response.

“Of course not. He’s just getting me food.”

“And you like the fact that he’s getting you food,” Jin spoke up. “Your scent’s telling on you.”

“You like the lone wolf,” Jimin giggled excitedly.

“I do not!” You exclaimed. “Besides, even if I were interested, he has every other Omega in the pack going crazy over him.”

“Hey!” Jimin and Jin both objected.

“Every Omega in the pack except Jimin and Jin,” you corrected yourself. “He’s probably really enjoying that attention too, with him being Prime and all.”

“I don’t know,” Taehyung hummed listlessly. “I overheard Joon hyung talking to Kibum and Kibum told him that Yoongi has turned down every Omega and Alpha that has come into the hardware shop trying to offer him a gift.”

“Turning down a gift doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s turning them down, and you guys know that,” you shrugged. “He could still fuck them.”

“He doesn’t seem like the fuck around type though,” Hyorin observed. “He honestly seems really sweet.”

“He’s Prime though Hyo,” you smiled gently. “They’re all fuck around types.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” Jin snickered, making you cut your eyes at him. Just then, all of the Alphas came back, multiple plates in their hands. Yoongi set yours down in front of you before taking his seat across the table from you.

“Thank you,” you told him and he just shrugged his shoulders before beginning to eat. You, as well as everyone else, did the same and began talking to each other as usual. Yoongi didn’t participate much in the conversation, like normal, but he still enjoyed being around everyone and laughing silently at the lame jokes Jin tried to tell them.

“Oh my gosh, I love this song!” Jimin exclaimed as he abruptly stood up from the table, reaching down and grabbing Taehyung and Hobi’s hands as a new song began to play from the speakers. “Let’s go dance!”

“You need to finish eating,” Hobi pointed out and Jimin just rolled his eyes playfully.

“I’ll finish later,” he promised. “Now come on!” Hobi stood up and allowed himself to be lead away from the table, while Taehyung stood up and looked down at Jungkook.

“Please?” Taehyung pleaded, pouting just enough to look genuinely sad. Jungkook didn’t even say anything, choosing just to stand up and allow himself to be led away. You watched silently as Jin, Namjoon and Hyorin all got up as well, leaving you and Yoongi alone together.

Yoongi continued eating his food silently, watching with a soft smile as everyone began to dance together.

“Hey,” you called out, making Yoongi look up at you. “You want some tea?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. “But I didn’t see any at the buffet.”

“No, not that kind of tea Yoongi,” you laughed while shaking your head. “Tea is like gossip.”

“Gossip about who?” He asked.

“Look at the dance floor again, specifically at Jimin,” you told him and he did so, noting how closely Jimin and Hobi were dancing together. Jimin reached up and wrapped his arms around Hobi’s neck and Hobi buried his face into the Omega’s neck where his scent gland was, which made Yoongi’s eyebrows raise.

“When did that happen?” Yoongi wondered as he looked back towards you.

“Technically, it still hasn’t yet,” you said and Yoongi made a noise of confusion. “Basically, they're trying to be sneaky about it.”

“Why?”

“Because Hobi is hesitant to mate with anyone because of his position as Head Fighter,” you explained. “Especially with all the tension lately between packs, you never know what might happen.”

“But they can’t seriously think that no one sees that,” Yoongi chuckled as he gestured to the two of them.

“Truthfully, no one else does see it besides us,” you replied. “Jimin is a very wanted Omega and it’s almost expected for him to flirt so no one thinks any differently of it.”

“How do you know that they’re even interested in each other then?”

“Because for the last three months, Jimin has been wearing a necklace that looks eerily similar to the same one that Hobi swears he lost,” you smiled.

“I mean, it makes sense,” Yoongi noted. “Their personalities seem similar.”

“They are. I just wish they’d get out of their own way,” you huffed, making Yoongi chuckle at how invested you were. Just then, the song changed again and your eyes brightened as you cheered.

“I’m guessing this is your favorite song?” Yoongi said and you nodded your head as you stood up from the table.

“Come dance with us?” You offered, frowning a little when Yoongi automatically shook his head.

“I don’t really dance,” he muttered.

“Well, you’re gonna have to start,” you smiled, holding out your hand to him. Sighing heavily, he reached out and grabbed onto your hand, allowing you to pull him up and over to where everyone else was dancing.

The song playing was another upbeat one, but it was more R&B than anything else. Turning around to face him, you grabbed Yoongi’s other hand and began to dance slowly. Yoongi followed your lead, dancing slowly as he got into the rhythm. You smiled at how he was slowly letting go, and Yoongi found himself smiling just because you were.

The two of you danced through three more songs, becoming effectively out of breath by the end of the last one. By the time that you and Yoongi managed to pull yourselves away from your group of friends, both of your chests were heaving as you attempted to regulate your breathing.

“And you said that you don’t dance,” you giggled.

“I don’t,” Yoongi repeated.

“Didn’t seem like it out there,” you pointed out and Yoongi chuckled.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked you and you nodded your head thankfully. Turning away and walking over to one of the buffet tables, Yoongi made quick work of grabbing two cups and filling them up with ice cold lemonade. However, when he turned around, his eyes widened when he saw you talking to another man.

He recognized him as Minho, one of the Alphas that he had met while hunting with Hobi and Jungkook. Yoongi looked closer and saw that Minho was extending something out to you, and it didn’t take long for Yoongi to realize that he was trying to give you a dating gift. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped Yoongi’s mouth when he saw you shake your head and push Minho’s hands away from you. Feeling a little happy (although he didn’t know why), he watched as Minho nodded before walking away.

“Here’s your drink,” Yoongi said as he walked over to you, extending his hand and giving you the cup.

“Thanks,” you smiled, taking the cup from him and taking an immediate sip from it. You made no mention of Minho trying to give you a gift and Yoongi decided not to either. He figured that it wasn’t a big deal because you didn’t accept it and he was still trying to figure out why he even cared if you did or not.

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Once the party had finally managed to break up (at a modest 1am), Yoongi offered to walk you back to your cabin and you thankfully accepted.

“So, did you have fun tonight?” You asked him.

“I did actually,” Yoongi chuckled. “You guys definitely know how to have a good time.”

“Well, living out here in the woods, it’s a craft that we’ve perfected,” you told him.

“I see that,” Yoongi smiled. “Question though, does Jungkook get so drunk that Taehyung has to literally carry him home at every party?”

“Every one,” you confirmed with a giggle. “I told you that the elder’s make those drinks really strong.”

“They definitely do, because I had one cup and felt as if I had four,” Yoongi huffed, making you laugh.

“You know,” you spoke up suddenly, making Yoongi look over at you. “I hope you don’t take offense to this, but you’re actually pretty cool to hang out with when you’re not spouting sexist bullshit.”

“Some offense taken,” Yoongi laughed. “But I get what you’re saying. Me acting like that was kind of what was expected of an Alpha in my old pack but I don’t really feel like I have to do any of that here.”

“Yeah,” you hummed in agreement. After another minute of walking, you and Yoongi walked up to a cabin that was painted blue and you stopped in front of it.

“This is me,” you announced and Yoongi nodded his head. “Thanks for walking me back.”

“No problem,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind.” A few seconds of slightly awkward silence passed between the two of you before you suddenly spoke up again.

“Did you mean what you said about my scent?” You questioned him, and his eyes widened slightly.

“What?” He chuckled in confusion.

“You said my scent smelled industrial,” you reminded him and he shook his head.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” he told you. “We were arguing and you know that a good way to get a jab in at someone is to go for their scent. I admit though, it was a cheap shot.”

“I mean, it’s not like I didn’t talk about your scent too,” you pointed out.

“True,” Yoongi muttered. “But no, I don’t think that your scent smells industrial. I actually...like your scent.”

“You do?” You asked in surprise, and Yoongi nodded.

“Yeah,” he replied sheepishly.

“I like yours too,” you admitted. “You smell like the stream that I like to sit by, the one at the edge of the territory.”

“I remember you acting like my scent was bad,” Yoongi teased you.

“It’s not,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “It’s stable, and that’s good.”

“Good,” he smiled softly.

“Well, good night,” you told him.

“Good night,” he responded, watching as you unlocked the front door and opened it, walking inside and then shutting the door behind you. Yoongi then turned around and walked away, smiling to himself as he headed back to his own cabin.

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neon-junkie · 4 years

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hello! if you’re down, would you write something for the reader waking up next to Bill in the morning (in a relationship) and then cuddling naked for a bit before having morning sex?

I haven’t written our camp bear in aaaaages so hell yeah!! Sorry this one took a lil while. Female reader, smut under the cut, or read on AO3.

For a man of his size, Bill never snores. He never accidentally rolls on you in the night, never accidentally crushes one of your limbs under the weight of him. He's not one to toss and turn in the night, instead, holding you closely against him and remaining there for the rest of his sleep. You, on the other hand, move a fair bit. The two of you had fallen asleep last night spooning but woke up to find your head pressed against Bills chest, nestling under his chin. His chest hair was pressed against your cheek, the two of you still nude from last nights shenanigans. You'd been dating Bill for a while, almost approaching a year. You shared a tent, enjoying some 'alone' time, or as alone as the two of you could get with this camp surrounding you.

After letting out a small stretch, you begin to open your eyes, shuffling up the bedroll so you could place a kiss on Bills forehead, who was still sound asleep. He always reacts to your touches, regardless of the state he's in, and reacts to this gentle kiss by kneading at your waist, his grip tightening around you as he pulls you back against him. Bill cuddles you a few minutes longer before waking up. As always, the first thing he does is kiss your forehead, returning the one you left on him not too long ago. Your 'honeymoon period' never seemed to die off, the two of you constantly being sappy and mushy on each other. "Mornin'," Bill grumbles, slowly opening his eyes. "You still tired?" you ask. He often wakes up before he's ready to, usually kissing you a few times before falling back asleep. "Mmm no, just wakin' up," Bill replies, kissing your forehead again. "Alright, sweetheart," you reply, settling back down to snuggle against his chest. One of your arms slips around his waist, your fingertips lightly trailing over his back. The two of you spend a while lying there, half-asleep, enjoying each other's company and the way your bodies perfectly fit together. You soon shuffle to roll over, enjoying the way Bills arm is quick to wrap itself back around your waist, pulling your back against his broad chest, his stomach pressed against the small of your back. To nobody's surprise, Bill slowly gets hard, his cock pressed against your ass. By now, this is a normal occurrence. The first time it happened, Bill was quick to tell you that "I can't help it, especially not when I got a beautiful woman pressed against me." You told him you saw it as a compliment. He was so relieved and quick to shift his emotions to lust, kissing your neck and slipping into you. You can always tell when Bill's about to come onto you. His hands begin to slowly trail up and down your body, surprisingly light and always gentle. He loves all your dips and curves, lumps and bumps, obsessed with everything about you. "It ain't fair, you know, havin' God or whoever make you this pretty," Bill mumbles against you, his breath warm on the back of your neck. "You want them to make me ugly instead?" you joke. "Huh? What? No!" Bills eyes snap open, sitting up slightly so he can speak directly to you. "I'm just playin' with you, babe," you chuckle, urging him to return to his snuggling position. "You had me worried there. I didn't wanna upset ya," Bill says as he lies back down, letting his eyes fall shut again, hand returning to your waist as the other one remains sprawled out under your head. Bill pulls you close to him, squishing your back against his chest, his head burrowing in the curve of your neck. He's such a touch starved man, so now he's got you, he's going to drain all the attention he can out of you. And you love it, you have no problem smothering this man for all he's worth, letting him catch up on the many years of attention he's missed. Bill deserves it. Bill's hand moves from your waist down to your hip, pushing you back against his erection as he lifts his head ever so slightly so he can start kissing your neck. You know what he wants, parting your legs slightly so his hand can trail down to your crotch, his rough fingertips rubbing slow circles against your clit. Bill's beard is never rough on your neck, tickly at times, but despite what people think, Bill's rather clean. He can never deny you when you ask to go skinny dipping with him, or share a bath at the local Saloon. If anything, Bill looks forward to bath time as it means he can enjoy some private time with you. One finger eventually slides into you, pushing a soft moan from your lips. "Beautiful," Bill tells you, lips still against your skin. Morning sex with him was always very intimate, slow and gentle, lots of lingering touches and soft kisses. He takes his time working you open, knowing that he's got all the time in the world to pleasure you. Is anyone going to barge into your tent and demand the two of you get up and do some work? No. Not unless they want to walk in and lock eyes with Bill's hairy ass. Another finger slides in and another moan escapes your lips. He's eager to be inside of you, his solid cock slowly rutting against your ass. "Don't make me wait too long, sweetheart," Bill mumbles, his fingers slowly getting you ready. "Go ahead, babe," you tell him, your words coming out as a moan, sending a shiver down Bill's spine. "I don't wanna hurt you," he replies. "You never hurt me," you reassure him. "Mhmm. Alright then," Bill says, kissing your temple. The two of you remain spooning. Bill slips his fingers out of you, quickly wiping them off on his thigh, his hand then settling under your knee, lifting your leg slightly. "Hold it there," Bill orders you. You hold your leg in that position so Bill can move his hand onto the base of his cock. You arch your back slightly, shuffling so Bill can position himself and slide into you. "Shit," Bill grumbles, pushing his cock as deep as your body will allow. He's not the longest, but definitely the thickest, and despite the number of times you've slept with him, he never fails to stretch you out, making you feel like you're sleeping with him for the first time. "Bill," you sigh. The large man whimpers at the sound of his name falling from your lips. He starts at a slow pace, more interested in kissing your neck. When Bill does finally pick up the pace, he rolls his hips perfectly, fucking you exactly how you like it. His hand comes down to play with your clit, your thigh resting on his. Despite the uncomfortable position, you look over your shoulder, pulling Bill down by his chin to kiss him. His thrusts slow down but don't completely stop, so he can focus on kissing you for a few moments. Bill continues rubbing your clit as he kisses you, hitting just the right spot which causes you to break the kiss with a moan, making the large man sigh at the sight of you. He goes back to thrusting into you, letting your head move back to a comfortable position. "You're too damn pretty," Bill mumbles, gazing over you, loving the expressions you make whenever he hits that spot inside of you. "Ain't you a sweetheart," you reply, turning your head slightly to look at him. He's red in the face, mouth parted, and just as flustered as you are. Bill's always a good partner in bed. He's fueled by praise and acceptance and would walk the ends of the earth just to see you smile. He does everything for you, including in the bedroom. All he wants is to see you enjoying yourself, to see the way your body shakes from his touches, and eventually working you up to your orgasm. He loves being able to think 'I made her do that' whenever he sees you in a panting, moaning mess. Bill adores it, he adores you. This morning was just like that. Bill continues to rub your clit, exactly how you like it, as he continues to thrust into you. He doesn't always last long but he'll try and hold himself back as much as he can so you can cum first. The sight of you hitting climax always makes him cum, no matter what state he's in. You once teased the poor man, tying him down to the bed in the hotel you'd booked. You got yourself off in front of him, enjoying his moans and the way he begged to touch you. There was an obvious stain on his pants when you orgasmed, and he shyly admitted that you made him cum without touching him. "Sweetheart, I'm close," you sigh. "I know," Bill grins. He knows you're close just from the way you move, the way your walls clench around him more often, the way your body shakes more frequently. "Go on. I'll be right behind you," Bill tells you, kissing along your neck, his beard tickling your skin just how you like it. Not long after, you reach climax, sighing Bill's name as you orgasm. He hums as he continues to fuck you, loving the way you come undone from his touches. Bill eventually cums, his head resting in the curve of your neck as he pants heavily, moaning your name also. Bill eventually pulls out of you, quickly rolling you onto your back so he can lean down to kiss you. There's so much passion and warmth in his kisses, despite how gentle he's being. He eventually breaks the kiss so he can roll onto his back, letting his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath from his morning workout. Bill puts his arm out to invite you into a cuddle, enjoying the way your smaller body wraps around his. Your head rests on his chest, arm laying across his stomach. He's like your personal giant teddybear, always so comfortable to lie on, always so eager to have you in his arms. You spend the rest of your morning with Bill, lounging around until the sun finds its way overhead. Maybe you'll get up, just maybe, though you'd much prefer to spend the day relaxing with your other half.

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 years

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Let Me Cater You~Kim Seokjin x fem! reader

Pairing: Jin x reader

Summary: After you’ve been having a hard time with your university studies, your boyfriend, Jin is there to hold you as long as you want and serves as a soft, tender sense of relief in more ways than one.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2, 012

Warnings: Smut, if you’re not 18 don’t read.

Author’s Note: Finally a Jin fic! A long time coming I know and I also need to do some for Namjoon and Hoseok as well so that’s on the way too! Anyway hope you enjoy!

The moment I walk through the front door the aroma of food hits me, forcing me to sigh against the savory smell. Class didn’t really go so well. A flat tire on my bike made me walk the entire way around to each of my classes across campus, not to mention almost getting run over by some high jackass.

“Y/N?”

His voice is soothing, more so now than ever.

“In the living room!” I shout back.

I toss my bag to the floor, ignoring how it slumps as I plop down on the couch. A groan escapes me once I hit the soft cushions, melting against them.

“Jagi, are you feeling all right?”

I open my eyes and there’s Jin in a simple, white dress shirt and jeans. His brown hair swept out of his gentle eyes as he looks down at me in concern.

“Not really,” I say.

I start to sit up, but Jin stops me by sitting on the couch next to me. He gives me a soft smile before tapping my legs and pointing to his lap.

“You sure? I’m not a feather you know.”

“Ah! don’t say that!” Jin scolds, “you know I love your legs, thighs in particular.”

A shudder rushes through me as he drags my legs into his lap anyway. His slender fingers ghost across my thighs, making me squirm a bit.

“Jin-”

“I wanna hear all about it,” he says, “I’ve got the food cooling down as we speak.”

“What’d you make?” I ask.

Jin chuckles as he pats my knee.

“Ramen with pork and my special boiled eggs,” he gushes, “I know how much you love my Ramen.”

I can’t help but smile as an abrupt wave of emotion overcomes me. Tears swell and I have to cover my face. God, why can’t I be better for this man? Here I am complaining about my struggles when he’s here slaving away a stove for me.

“Jagi? Y/N, what’s wrong?”

He gently pushes my legs away, already up and over to me,kneeling down in front of me. His hands wipe away the cascading tears before I can get a chance.

“What happened?” he asks firmly, “Y/N, did someone hurt you?”

I shake my head and laugh at how serious he is. Jin can be so gentle sometimes, yet whenever he senses somethings wrong he gets so passionate, like he’ll scold the world for me.

“It’s a lot,” I say, “b-but could you hold me? I-”

Jin nods sharply, rising like a burning star as he leans over me to cradle my head in his arms pulling me fully into his warm embrace. The rapid beat of his heart calms me as we stay in each others arms for a moment.

“Is this good?” he asks, “is there anything else I can do for you?”

I bury my face against his neck and sigh.

“What was that?” he asks.

“I didn’t say anything,” I giggle as I lean up to meet his gaze, “but now that you’ve said something I have been thinking.”

“Oh?”

I put a hand against his chest.

“I haven’t gotten my welcome home kiss yet, handsome,” I say.

“Well, allow me to indulge, beautiful.”

His soft lips are on mine in a kiss, fingers tilting my head as he deepens it. His other hand strokes my arm, pulling back as I groan for more of him.

“How’s that?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Great, but can you kiss me again?”

Jin grins, leans in, but stops to press his forehead against mine.

“Not until you tell me what happened,” he says, “you were crying Y/N.”

“Jin, I- it’s stupid,” I say.

Jin frowns, a puff of his cheeks follow making his eyes scrunch up at me.

“Y/N, I’m here,” he reassures, “let me take care of you.”

I look down at his fingers as they stroke my thigh. His movements cease once he uses the hand to lift my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his once again.

“How can I make you feel better, hm?” he asks.

A soft smile graces my lips at how deep his voice got. It’s a duality Jin has that cannot be matched, even though I’m in love with how light his voice can get whenever he’s serenading over a home-cooked meal or making sweet love to me.

“I can see you blushing sweetheart,” he notes, “I know I’m a work of art, but this isn’t about me right now.”

Of course his conceited ass had to ruin it.

“I know, “ I say, “could you maybe I don’t know uh-”

Jin chuckles and plays with a loose strand of my hair. He bites his lip before regarding me carefully, yet seductively.

“Am I that distracting?”

“Yes,” I admit, “could you just-”

“Honey,” he says with a soft voice this time, the flirty act dropping abruptly, “whatever it is, I’ll take care of it.”

I gulp at the intensity his eyes took. It’s as if I’m the only one in the world, the only thing that matters. God, I don’t deserve him. His hands are all I feel; whether they were against my thighs, running down my arm or around me.

“Massage,” I say, “could you, please?”

Jin rises without another word while rolling up the sleeves of his button up and cracking his knuckles dramatically. This is Kim Seokjin ladies and gentlemen: mister drama all the time even when he’s trying to be serious. He places those hands on my shoulders. The slender appendages tap against me expertly as his rests his chin down on them.

“How would you like it?” he asks.

“What?” I ask, “like what? The massage?”

Jin nods, his breath hitting the crook of my neck, compelling me sit up.

“Relax sweetheart,” he says, “goodness, you’re so tense and I haven’t even started yet.”

“Jin, you’re making me tense. It isn’t easy talking about my problems. Especially with you being so close.”

Jin hums, his hands finally start: they press together, down and over my aching shoulder and sent a hard yet soothing sensation across. My eyes slide close, head bobbing at how good it feels, Jin’s soft voice adds to my pleasure as well.

“Why isn’t it easy?” he asks.

His thumb rolls softly over the back of my neck, rubbing it over and over before placing a peck in it’s place.

“Jin, I just feel like, oh God,” I groan, “I-I’m ready to talk if you’d like to stop.”

Jin chuckles, places a kiss on my head and heads back to his spot beside me on the sofa.

“It isn’t easy explaining what goes on at university,” I say, “you’re here pouring your heart out over our meals, hell you’re the CEO of your own company- I’m sure you’ve got more things to worry about besides my problems.”

“Y/N,” Jin says, “Y/N, you shouldn’t believe that.”

“I know I shouldn't but it’s the truth, isn’t it?”

Jin shakes his head, leans forward then pats his lap.

“Come here,” he says, “I need you right here.”

I glance over and his eyes are glossy above his pillow like lips that he sinks his teeth into. His neediness makes me slide over, his arms wrap around me as he pulls me into his lap. My face heats at the new position, I’m straddling him now. Jin leans his head back, eyes taking all of me in while he intertwines one of my hands with his own.

“It’s not true,” he whispers, “you’re my girlfriend, the woman I love and it’s ok for you to dump your shit on me, ok? That’s why I’m here.”

Jin leans up, lips press against my own as they feel like home: tender, welcoming and firm as I kiss back. His hands work, rub up and down my sides while I moan into his mouth.

“Let me cater you,” he breaths, “mmh, your skin is so soft, softer than it’s ever been.”

“Jin, I want-”

“Hm?” he asks cheekily, “let me know sweetheart, your wish will be fulfilled.”

I open my mouth, but I’m cut off by another moan as his hips buck up, his hardness rutting against me in my own intimate place.

“Ah, I know you feel that,” he rasps, “how hard you make me, give me the word and we can-”

“Please,” I say, “make me forget about my day, just make love to me already.”

Jin groans, brings his hands up to cup my cheeks prior to pressing me into a deep kiss.

“Should I take you to the bed?” he asks.

“No, Jin, right here, just hurry.”

Jin nods as he shifts me back up into his arms before pressing onto the sofa in a laying position. His lips attack my neck yet again while his hands travel to my shirt, pulling it off swiftly as my hands unbuckle his jeans and tug them down. Jin sucks in his breath, groaning once his bulge brushes against my thigh.

“Y/N, please you don’t have to pull my jeans all the way-ah!”

He jerks up once my hands tugs down his briefs, his member springs up, slapping hard against my thigh. His voice grows more needy when my hands go around his length, stroking him.

“Y/N, please I don’t think I’ll last with you touching me like this,” he groans.

I let go and reach for my own jeans only for them to be yanked by Jin, forcing me to yelp. His eyes soften.

“Sorry sweetie, I just don’t know how long I can last before I’m inside you,” he says.

His voice is low again and it makes me want to rub my thighs together in relief.

“Oh no baby,” Jin whispers as he slots himself between my legs, “let me take care of it, ok?”

I meet his gaze, it no longer intense and needy, but loving and passionate.

“Ok,” I say.

“May I?” he asks as he slips a thumb under the waistband of my underwear.

I giggle and nod. Where did the eagerness go?

“Yes.”

He doesn’t take his take fortunately. He presses his forehead against mine, his hardness close to my entrance, making it hard to concentrate on him.

“You ready?”

“Y-Yes Jin, please,” I breathe.

His lips meet mine, kissing me deeply as he thrusts in. I gasp, his lips silencing the sounds.

“God, you’re so tight, mh, let me know when to move.”

“Now Jin! I need to feel you!” I moan.

Jin nods sharply, hips following as they roll into me expertly. My eyes flutter close at the feeling, my hands grasping his forearms with each and every one of his thrusts. His skin is smooth, radiating warmth being so near my body, making his thrusts and feeling much more intense.

“Look at me sweetie,” he urges, “l-let me see those beautiful eyes.”

He eases up a bit, just so I can open my eyes. Even at this pace I feel like I’m about to explode.

“I’m close,” Jin warns, “how about you sweetie?”

I nod and roll my hips up against him.

“Same here but, ah Jin.”

Jin growls at the feeling of my fingernails sinking into his skin. I’m sure it’ll leave marks.

“God, Y/N I’m gonna come, let me-”

He pulls out before he can finish, strings of white flings the air and lands on his shirt as unleashes a guttural moan. Just watching him sends me over the edge, body flaring as I reach my high as well.

“God, if I knew we were going to end up on the couch,” Jin sighs, “I would have grabbed a condom really quick.”

I shake with laughter as he unbuttons his ruined shirt and tosses it to the floor.

“Jin,” I groan, “that’s gross, throw it in the washer!”

“Not until I throw you on the bed, sweetie,” Jin declares, “I’m gonna make you come so many times.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Is this a part of your catering service Seokjin?”

Jin leans down to kiss me.

“You know it sweetie.”

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 4 years

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I Am An Alpha Ch 27: Time To Relax

Hi lovelies I’m sorry this took me so long! I really tired to write the smut but it didn’t sound right so I just did the build and you can insinuate where it goes😉

“How did your talk go?” Kyungsoo wonders as he wraps me up in a blanket on the couch. He cuddles in close on my left side while an angry looking Jongin appears on my right. “Did you guys figure out how your brothers are alive?”

“We assume that they somehow snuck passed the soldiers patrolling the boarder of my village, nothing other than that. They were just lucky. Have they reached out at all?”

Suho shakes his head, “Nothing so far but it hasn’t been very long. Did you think about how you wanted to handle this?”

“Eh kind of,” I mumble awkwardly, “we definitely figured out a few different things we could do. Did you guys put any thought into it?”

“About the same, but these are your brothers Insoo, whatever we decide to do is completely up to you.”

“Are you serious?”

They all nod, “Of course, we wouldn’t make any decisions about something like this without you.”

Kyungsoo brushes a curl out of my face, “What were some of the options you guys came up with?”

“There is the obvious one of figuring everything out and maybe fixing all of the problems we had when we were younger so we can focus on our futures. Or we could just pretend that we never saw them and continue on with our lives.”

“Those are our options?” Jongin grimaces, earning a love tap from Suho.

My brows raise at that, “What did you guys think up?” Jongin’s mouth opens to respond but snaps it closed when Kris glowers at him. I look from one to the other then to my other mates, noticing the tension in the room. “What am I missing?”

No says anything.

I glare at their head alpha, “Hyung?”

He clicks his tongue, “Jongin why did you have to go and say something?”

“Did you tell him not to tell me something? What the hell? Jongin,” I look to the younger again and take his hands in mine, “What were you going to tell me?”

“Soo, I don’t wanna cause any trouble.”

“You are going to be in trouble if you aren’t honest with me!”

Jongin grimaces, he gives Suho a pleading look but the older shakes his head, “You dug yourself this hole.”

“Our back up plan if they caused to much trouble was to just… kill them?”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. I start wheezing, clutching my chest to catch my breath, unable control myself at the moment. “And you guys were worried I would be what? Offended?”

“I mean yea, they’re your brothers.”

“They are strangers,” I correct. ”My pack and I already came to the same conclusion, you guys aren’t the only ones who are quick to jump to the easiest solution.”

“Thank god,” The tan man relaxes with a shy smile.

“Thank you for being honest with me,” I praise, giving him a tight hug. “Now for the rest of you, do we need to have a talk about honesty?”

Baekhyun is quick to speak up, “We just didn’t want to upset you. Sorry Soo, you aren’t really mad, are you?”

“I’m more insulted than anything that you guys didn’t think I could handle this. I thought we were passed this whole walking on eggshells thing.”

“We are!” They shout together.

“Than prove it! You all need to be honest with me all the time, especially in this situation. I’m not fragile, I’m trusting you guys to not hide things from me just because you are scared of how I’ll handle it, okay?”

All twelve nod eagerly, Chanyeol and Baekhyun rush forward to me gushing apologies.

I place a single finger on both of their lips, hushing them, “I forgive you all so you can stop with the apologies. Let’s focus on these assholes we are going to have to deal with now.”

“We will deal with them when they call,” Kris insists.

“But-“

“No buts. You have had a very long and eventful day, you need some rest before we take this on, we all do.”

I deflate, knowing there is no real point in arguing. I’m sure their at they need a moment of peace more than me. As a deep breath leaves me my body suddenly sinks into the couch with exhaustion. ”I guess I could go for a nap.”

“You can take a nap with me little wolf,” Minseok answers immediately. He is on his feet, hand extended towards me.

As expected Tao jumps up, “Why do you get to take her?”

To my surprise the sweet man turns a terrifying glare on to his younger sibling, “I understand your rut is still lingering but today has been stressful. Let’s not add a fight to this, understand?”

No one questions the soft but dominant man. He looks back to me, his eyes become gentle once again, “Up, up, little wolf.”

I find myself obeying without a thought, allowing him to pull me into his arms, scooping me off my feet as if I weigh nothing.

“Wait a second.”

Minseok pauses as we reach the base of the stairs, he looks over his shoulder at Kyungsoo, “What?”

“She hasn’t eaten yet.”

The oldest thinks for a minute before nodding, “Bring it to my room. Just come in whenever it’s ready.” With that done he continues on his way up the stairs to his room. The door opens, revealing what I’ve grown to expect from these men, modern furniture with muted color palette. His color of choice is shades of gray. “Do you need to use the restroom before you lay down?”

I shake my head, feeling weirdly shy for the first time in awhile. He sets me down on the edge of the bed, kneeling down on in front of my to untie my new boots and set them aside.

“How are you feeling?” Minseok asks on the is done, but he stays there on his knees in front of me.

“Tired,” I shrug unsure of myself, “I guess.”

“I can see your eyes getting a little droopy but the rest of you is still tense, can I help you relax?”

“How?”

Long gentle fingers glide across the bottom of my foot, his nails are barely there but the sensation sends a tingling feeling right up my leg forcing my toes to curl.

“How did that feel?”

“Good,” my mind flashes back to the first time we met and he did something similar, “You must have magic hands.”

“I’m happy you think so. How about we take off some of these layers so I can help you relax a bit more?”

I nod, allowing him to remove my sweat pants and sweatshirt, leaving me in just a t shirt and spandex shorts. With that set aside he gets back to work on trying his best to relax me. I watch as his fingers go up my cage and back down again, his eyes flick up from his handy work to my eyes then back again to make sure I’m actually enjoying it. And I am, more than I probably should if I’m being honest. I’ve never had a proper massage, even though I’ve been in desperate need of one most of my life. Part of me is thankful that I never had one, it would be far too embarrassing to react like this to someone that is not my mate. My body is tingling. I resist the urge to just lay back and enjoy, seeing him kneeling in front of me does more than it should to my omega.

“Talk to me Insoo,” He quietly requets, “I haven’t been as blessed as my brothers to hear your voice as them.” His hands reach my thighs, each hand working it’s magic.

Instead of an answer, all I can let out is a whimper. It feels so good. His thumbs move in small circles, digging into the muscles and slowly opening my legs with each movement of his hands.

“That sound was very pretty but wasn’t what I was expecting. How about you tell me about my brothers?”

His brothers? At a moment like this where I probably can’t think of my own god damn name. He’s just being mean!

“How about Kyungsoo? What do you think about him?”

My eyelids flutter close once his fingers reaches only inches away from my most sensitive area. Kyungsoo. “He smells so good,” I mumble out. Images of him pop into my head, his smile drawing all of my attention. I find myself grinning at just the though lot of those full lips, my body has a bad habit of responding on its own when it comes to him. My thighs rub together, Minseok raises his brws at that.

“Does just his smell so that to you?” The man teases as he gently guides my legs back open. My eyes snap back open when his lips connect with my inner thigh. He freezes there, lips flush with my skin where my shorts end. “Or were you thinking of something else?”

I can’t help but admit it, “His mouth…”

My face is on fire, I resist the urge to cover my face when a rush of pheromones leave me. He smells it immediately, his pupils grow massive, his grip on me tightens, keeping me from shutting my legs again. “Did you hear that brother?”

I snap my eyes toward the now open door, Kyungsoo is there with a tray of food in his hands, fangs poking into his lips.

Minseok grins, “How about you put the tray down and help our little wolf relax? As much as she likes my hands, I think she would prefer your mouth, right Insoo?”

“Hyung don’t force her to do anything she isn’t comfortable with!” The younger snaps.

“I would never,” Minseok snarls in return. He looks back up at me, all playfulness gone, “You can tell me to stop little wolf whenever you want, you know that right? Are you uncomfortable at all? Do you want me to stop?”

My head shakes no before I can ever think. My insides are aching for attention now, even I can smell my own arousal.

“Satisfied? Now are you going to come over here or are you going to be a stick in the mud?”

I expect him to leave from the stern look on his face but instead he slams the tray down on the dresser to the left of the door and stomps over. “Move.”

“Someone is feeling bossy. Let’s make sure everyone is comfortable.” The older man takes charge of the situation, joining me on the bed and pulling me towards the head board. Leaning against the head board he drags me in between his legs, his chest flushed to my back. One arms circles around my waist while the other separates my knees that I had pulled to my chest. “We have to make room for Kyungsoo,” He tells me as he guides my legs wide open and urges my knees to lower. “There we go love,” His words flutter across my neck making me shiver. “Comfy?”

All I can do is mumble out a quiet yes.

“Should we let Kyungsoo join us?”

I nod.

“You heard her, come on.”

And he does. He crawls on to the bed, eyes fixated on me, I gulp. My heart starts racing as he reaches me, he kneels between my legs, rough hands glide up my cafes to my thighs and back again.

“Are you two just going to stare at each other or are you going to give her a kiss?”

Kyungsoo looks past me to his brother, “Shut up.”

“I wouldn’t have to help with anything if you wouldn’t keep wasting time.”

I groan, “Can you both just stop before I go to handle this myself?”

Both pairs of hands on me tighten, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Then do something Hyungs!”

Minseok laughs in my ear, “So demanding now. I love it. For now, let’s drop the whole Hyung thing, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Come on,” He urges, “I wanna hear you say it.”

I grin devilishly, “Make me.”

“Better get to work brother before I do.”

Without a word Kyungsoo leans back down to place a few kisses on my inner thigh, first the left then the right.

“Are you ready little wolf?”

“Yes please.”

#exo #xiumin #kai #sehun #kyungsoo #chanyeol #luhan #suho #chen #baekhyun #kris #yixing #tao #exo wolf #i am an alpha #im sorry

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years

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Just One Day

Wooyoung/OC Inspired by “Before Midnight” The topics are pretty adult, and when I mean adult, it’s like those conversations about the future, not smutty things. There is implied smut.

If you haven’t read Just One Night, here it is. This is the second part of the whole word vomit-y story.

Two years. Two years since Wooyoung met whom he’d now call the love of his life on the train back to the city. Two years since that day their hours-long conversations blossomed into a relationship the next day. The two of them had already settled into a routine, having decided to live together in a small apartment that Jea would always say was a steal given how expensive it was nowadays to live alone. He still kept up with his dance crew’s residency gigs, sometimes in the country, sometimes overseas. He would be away for a few weeks at a time, but he didn’t complain. He loved dancing, and he had his hopes of being able to do this full-time, without another job. What he looked forward to the most after every residency gig was coming home to Jea, and the two of them usually spent that night he’d come home in bed.

As for her, she managed to get out of her freelancing rut and worked full-time from home. She never expected to take on an administrative job,especially from home, but she took it anyway as it helped her pay the rent and everything she needed.

But over the past several months, both Wooyoung and Jea were facing separate challenges that led them to be unusually quiet towards each other, sometimes one or both of them would snap. It didn’t lead to one or the other trying to make things right either, as both of them ended up sleeping with the arguments of yesterday and the days before hanging over their heads. Wooyoung was facing the possibility that he may not be allowed to dance as well as he would anymore, after suffering from a minor injury that turned out to have serious consequences if he pushed it further. He was made to take a break.

Jea was facing with an increased workload as the company she worked for was going through a crisis. The heavy workload caused her to burn out, and the quality of her work, at least according to her bosses, was diminishing. She knew she could be fired or at least placed on probation. Her other bosses weren’t making her job any easier as well as neither seemed to agree on one decision and would rather berate her than help her out.

They eventually made up, yet knew that there was still some frustration despite being okay again. Jea returned from doing grocery shopping, seeing Wooyoung seated on the couch and watching tv. “I’m home” She quietly announced, taking her shoes off.

Wooyoung got up upon seeing her. He didn’t say anything and instead helped her with the groceries to bring into the kitchen. “I was going to ask if you wanted to eat out today, but seeing as you’re now back, I guess we could stay in and cook” He suggested, watching her put her bag down and remove her coat to hang.

“We could still go out to eat, you know. There’s this new restaurant that just opened, maybe we could check it out and see what’s good there” She said, leaning against the counter as Wooyoung approached her.

“I’ll change my clothes, then” He said, padding into their bedroom to get dressed.

As soon as he was ready, they left the apartment. “Two years feels like a long time, doesn’t it? Can you believe it? Two years?” She mused when they were finally outside.

“Seems like forever, yeah” Wooyoung nodded, holding her hand as they walked down the street. “You know, not too long ago, I had this dream, I didn’t get to say it because you were snippy at me that day,” He recalled, squeezing her hand. Jea glanced at him from time to time. “In my dream, we were married, and we had probably six or seven kids because I apparently wanted to make as many babies as I had groupmates,” He chuckled. “But then I kept seeing you cry. You were always crying in the corner while we’d watch those kids eat or play. Whenever I’d go up to you and ask what’s wrong, you just end up disappearing...” He trailed off, his expression falling.

Jea glanced at him. “It was probably because of those six or seven kids. I can only take so much pain from childbirth” She nudged him. “But maybe it’s because that might be our life together somehow, sometime in the future... that kind of thing scares me a little, I have to admit.”

“That we’ll have settled down and started a family?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yeah, and with settling down, I’m afraid of a lot of things. Like, will you still put up with me even if my body’s not the way it used to be after having kids? Will you still think I’m attractive or something like the way you thought when we first met? will you still love me at all by that time?” Jea said quietly, somehow feeling her eyes well with tears at the thought.

Wooyoung squeezed her hand, and the two of them stopped walking. They had reached the restaurant where they were supposed to go. “You’re actually thinking about those?” He said.

“I have been. I mean, what if we get boring, what if I get boring, what if you get bored of me? What if nothing’s exciting anymore?” Jea said.

“Why would you think I’d get bored with you?” He asked, a little surprised with what he was hearing.

“Because I know you love to dance, I know that’s your dream, I know you love dancing more than anything, and knowing that you might not be able to do that as much anymore and that I won’t be able to do anything for you in that area? You’ll get bored with me...” Jea muttered.

“Are you asking me if I loved dancing more than you? Is that a trick question?” Wooyoung managed to say. “Are you suggesting I valued that more than what I have with you?”

“Come on, you’re not used to staying in with me for a long period of time. You’re used to being away for weeks at a time that the thought of you having to stay in a lot more than before probably annoys you so much” Jea said. “It’s cabin fever, Wooyoung. We’re getting cabin fever.”

“It’s not cabin fever, it’s just you being so insecure. You’ve been so insecure that no matter how much I tell you otherwise you still doubt yourself” Wooyoung pointed out, his hand still holding hers tightly. They were getting snippy again, and it made them press on instead of go inside the restaurant.

There was silence between them as they somehow reached a park. “What happened? Have we kept this in to ourselves for a while?” Wooyoung muttered as they sat down on a bench. He turned to her, hand still holding hers tightly and their fingers laced together.

“Probably. We don’t talk the way we used to anymore. We’ve already gotten so used to a routine” She said quietly. “Why does it have to be like this? It takes us a while to make up, our arguments about the little things somehow get blown out of proportion, we end up taking out our frustrations with everything and everyone else out on each other.”

He nodded. “Because we have nothing else to take it out on. Because our ideas about the world have changed in a span of two years, maybe we’ve become so set on ideal things, ideal love, ideal relationship, ideal life, ideal career, that when the veil gets lifted, we get so disillusioned, almost like everything we’ve ever known has become such a joke, a hidden camera prank taken too far.”

Jea looked down at their hands. The last thing she wanted to do at that moment was to let go, and she knew Wooyoung wasn’t going to. “I once knew a guy, who was charming and sweet, and I felt that I could talk to him, and that when he giggled or laughed, it was the cutest thing.”

“That’s still me, I’m still that guy” He said. “I’m still that guy you found to be charming and sweet. I’m still that guy you could talk to, and I’m still that guy whose laugh makes you laugh. It’s still me, we’ve just grown” Wooyoung explained. “What we have may not be perfect, but it’s there, it’s real, you and me, we’re real,”

Jea only sighed, and Wooyoung moved closer. “You know what I’ve noticed now? We’re behaving like a couple that’s been together for more than two years” He whispered. “The problem with couples nowadays is that they let other things get in the way, they don’t make the effort anymore.”

“That’s because times have changed. It was probably simpler back then, decades ago, probably, maybe before and a little after the war, but things have changed,” Jea said. “Things are a lot harder now, everything ends up like a chore, that we just end up doing out of obligation. We’re like robots in a society controlled by dirty old men.”

Wooyoung sighed. “Your bosses probably think that way, but I don’t. Is it so bad that we’re growing and changing?”

“No,” Jea shook her head. “It just means that time is passing by so fast. Even if we behave like two people who have been together for more than two years, for a decade, time still goes by so fast that I’d do anything to make it slow down even just for a day.”

“Time you spent wasting was never wasted to begin with” Wooyoung murmured as the two of them watched a few kids play at the jungle gym, their parents standing close by to keep an eye on them, yet their arms were linked and they were laughing to themselves about something one of them said. “You make it seem like you’ll only get through this, this whole thing, your fears, alone. You keep forgetting I’m here, facing those things with you whether you want to or not.”

Jea squeezed his hand, noticing how their fingers were still intertwined. “I wonder how in the world do you put up with me whenever I’m being this shitty to you.”

“I wonder the same thing, how you can also put up with someone like me,” Wooyoung said. “But when those thoughts come, I just think, at least I know I won’t be alone whenever I feel down about not being able to dance as well as I used to, at least there is someone who will accept me, all of me, even the shitty parts of myself, the things I hate about myself, at least I know you’re there,” He kissed the back of her hand. “You have to always remember that. That we’re in this together, and I promise you, that even if that dream of mine comes true, I’d still always think you were that pretty girl I met on the train.”

Jea turned to him. “Truth seems stranger than fiction.”

“Because it’s the universe’s way of telling us that our lives are a lot more interesting than we think” Wooyoung replied. He stood up. “Come, let’s eat. We can talk about how power rangers always dress in their colors” He said, a small smile spread across his face.

Jea stood up as well. “It makes having to dress up easier” She pointed out, a small smile also on her face as he pulled her close while they walked.

By the afternoon, their clothes were strewn all over the bedroom floor, and the two of them looked flushed and spent. Jea’s head was on his chest, and he idly played with her hair as they tried to catch their breaths. “I just realized it’s the weekend” She muttered, her eyes closed.

“Yeah, and I have plans to make with you” Wooyoung teased.

“Like what?”

“Where we could go on a vacation, we could use some time off, go on leave, or just never leave this apartment, or this room, to be exact”

Jea looked up at him. “Really?” She chuckled.

“Yeah, because I want to show you how I’d still think you’re the prettiest with or without clothes” A giggle escaped his lips.

“It’s so hard to find that sexy when you laugh like that, it makes you cute” A playful frown formed on Jea’s lips.

“Good to know I can be both” Wooyoung laughed and kissed her. Jea suddenly shifted, lifting the covers off of her. “Where are you going?” He asked.

“We just had sex, we’re both sweaty, we need to take a shower or else we’ll catch a cold” She pointed out, putting only her underwear back on. “Join me, we can go for round two in there” She teased, and Wooyoung got out of bed, excitedly following her to the bathroom.

#well #more word vomit #i was going through it #it needed to be let out #in the woo feels #ateez #wooyoung #jung wooyoung

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I Am You- Chapter 7

Pairing: OC X Bang Chan X Jisung X Changbin

Genre: Romantic Fantasy

Warnings: Smut and Language

Previous Chapters: (chapter 1), (chapter 2), (chapter 3), (chapter 4), (chapter 5), (chapter 6)

1 Year Ago

Changbin might pretend to be indifferent, but it’s only because he had always been taught to act and behave in a certain way. His father was strict, adamant that Changbin disguise those weak emotions with strength and endurance instead. However, try as one might, there was only so much a person could take until they reached their inevitable breaking point.

And Changbin had found his in our betrayal. An attempt to keep him in the shadows, ignorant of pack politics while Jisung and Chan fought for the right to call themselves head alpha. But when Changbin found out, he could no longer hide his anger and disappointment, storming out of the room and leaving behind a string of curses.

And that’s how I found him later, standing at the edge of the clearing while gazing out into the empty woods. Perhaps that’s how Changbin felt inside: empty and alone because his packmates had so clearly disregarded his feelings. My mates thought they were doing the right thing, but seldom is the right decision an easy one to make.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I said later on while gripping tightly to his arm.

Changbin shook his head, looking off into the horizon. The sun was setting, a faint pinkish glow illuminating the sky. “I get it,” he said. “They didn’t want me as head alpha.”

I trembled. “Changbin,” I started, “don’t think so low of yourself.”

“Am I even worthy of being your mate?” he asked, self-deprecating, ignoring my small gasp as he pulled his arm free from my hold.

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Present

“Jisung,” I said firmly, glaring down at the squirming male in question. “You’d better tell me what’s going on.”

Jisung cleared his throat, refusing to look at me. “Chan doesn’t want you involved.”

“Yeah?” I questioned, bending down to grab his chin, forcing our eye contact. “If you expect me to help you with your rut next month, then you’ll tell me everything that’s happened with the rogues.”

Jisung’s accompanying expression was one of absolute betrayal. “You would let me suffer?”

I rolled my eyes. “You have a working hand don’t you?”

Jisung scoffed. “I’m not gonna masturbate through my rut like a teenage boy.”

“And what has Changbin been doing all this time?” I smirked. “He never let me help before and he was perfectly fine.”

“Maybe he’s okay with that,” Jisung shot back. “You shouldn’t use that as blackmail! Chan has his reasons for keeping you in the dark.”

“I’m sure he does,” I argued. “He probably thinks he’s protecting me somehow.” I shook my head because Chan was far too stubborn. “It’s really embarrassing when the other females ask me about the situation, but I have no idea what to tell them.”

“The patrols are handling it.”

“Jisung, you just invited another pack into our territory! It doesn’t exactly scream that we have everything under control, does it?”

Jisung pouted. “Please don’t make me tell you. The three of us haven’t been able to get along lately. If I disobeyed an order from Chan, I’d get dragged into the same mess as Changbin!”

“Fine,” I shrugged. “But I hope you like sleeping alone tonight.”

“Myah,” Jisung whined, even as I was already slamming the door to his bedroom shut behind me.

Chan was clearly busy when I approached him later that day. He was conversing sternly with Taeyong, the NCT pack leader. I decided to hold back, waiting for the two of them to finish their business. I knew I would be much less likely to get information from Chan if I interrupted his talk with Taeyong. You see, Chan was acting much more serious lately, a result of him taking full responsibility as the pack’s head alpha. I was proud of him for holding his responsibilities in such high regard, but I was also a little disappointed with the friction it was causing between his best friends.

Taeyong offered me a delicate bow as he walked by. I waited until he was out of hearing range before confronting Chan. “There you are, Myah,” Chan greeted me, touching his nose to my scent gland before frowning. “You smell like Jisung.”

“I saw him this morning.”

Chan huffed, taking a step back. “The two of you shouldn’t have sex so close to his next rut. It might trigger it early.”

“We weren’t having sex,” I said, annoyed with Chan’s possessiveness. “Am I not allowed to see my mates now without your permission?”

Chan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you come here to fight?”

“Of course not,” I sighed. “But I have a feeling you’re not in the mood to hear me out.”

“It’s my job to listen to you,” Chan said. “What’s on your mind?”

“The rogues.”

Chan shook his head, gazing off somewhere behind me. “You don’t need to worry about the rogues.”

“Channie,” I argued, going right for his weak spot. “Don’t you think I should know? I’m the pack alpha’s mate and I can’t even tell the other members anything!”

“That isn’t your job,” Chan insisted. “They shouldn’t be so nosy. I’ll hold a pack meeting tonight.”

“There’s no need for that,” I countered. “Unless you’re finally gonna tell us what’s really going on with the borders. I bet Taeyong told his pack.”

Chan winced at the remark. “Actually, Taeyong hasn’t said anything. Only Mark understands what’s going on, and that’s because he personally knows the wolves involved.”

“Does he?” I asked, sensing a potential opening. “What did he say?”

But Chan was tight-lipped. “If you see Changbin later, tell him I’ve been looking for him.”

I growled in frustration as Chan walked by, completely ignoring me as he joined Mark and another NCT wolf who had started in our direction. “Asshole,” I told him, making sure to add as much bitterness as one could through a mind-link.

I went in search of Changbin next, inquiring of his whereabouts from a few lingering pack members. My tsundere mate liked to make himself scarce when things were tense around camp. I figured he probably went hunting or something, but there was no way I was following him into the mountains this time.

Surprisingly, Jeongin told me that Changbin had been in his cabin all day. “I tried to talk to him earlier,” the younger member said. “But he wouldn’t listen to me.”

I suppose I wasn’t the only victim to Changbin’s moodiness.

Still, I was expecting more difficulty when I knocked on his cabin door and asked if I could come inside. Changbin was quick to acquiesce, flinging open the door with enough force to knock it against the wall, sending me jumping into the air in response. “What the hell was that for?” I asked while allowing him to drag me inside his cabin.

His unexpectedly gentle kiss was my response, lips sliding across mine smoothly. “I feel like shit,” Changbin said, pulling away to rest his feverish head against mine.

“Binnie,” I soothed, omega instincts kicking in as I led him to his bed. “Are you sick?”

“Just caught something,” Changbin grumbled, refusing to let go of me as he dragged us down on top of the mattress.

“You’re really hot,” I commented, fitting my palm over his forehead. “Are you hurting?”

“It’s not that bad, Angel,” Changbin said, rumbling softly as he ran his nose across my neck. “You smell like Jisung.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. “His rut is close.”

“You’ll smell like me after this,” Changbin declared proudly as if wearing his sickly scent around camp was something to appreciate.

“You reek,” I informed him. “Your scent is stronger than usual.”

Changbin’s breath was warm against my throat. “You’ll stay with me, right angel?”

“Of course,” I agreed, sliding my fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. “I just hope Chan doesn't come looking for us.”

Changbin tensed at the mention of Chan. “Isn’t he too busy kissing Taeyong’s ass?”

“Binnie,” I scolded the younger, frowning at the way he burrowed closer.

“We don’t need them,” Changbin growled, scenting me headily. “We can handle the rogues ourselves.”

“I think Chan wanted to talk to you about the rogues,” I said. “He sure as hell never told me anything,” I added, almost as an afterthought.

“Chan was pissed when he found out that Felix said something about their relationship to NCT,” Changbin admitted. “He doesn’t want anyone else knowing.”

“Why not?” I asked, running my fingertips across Changbin’s puffy cheeks. “Shouldn’t the pack have the right to know?”

“Chan’s orders,” Changbin said, teeth gritted. “He’s pack alpha after all.”

“You voted for him, remember?”

“Only after he tried to keep me out of it,” Changbin replied, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“He thought he was doing the right thing,” I said in response. “Why don’t you take your shirt off? It might help you cool down.”

“Is this your way of getting me naked?” Changbin grinned. “I’ll do it for you, angel.”

“Stop it,” I scolded him, pulling away only to help wrestle the constricting material from his torso. “Have you seen Woojin yet?”

“I’ll see him if I feel worse tomorrow,” Changbin said, biceps flexing enticingly as he stretched his arms above his head.

“He might prevent you from feeling worse,” I said, forcing my eyes away from the unexpectedly attractive sight.

“It’s probably nothing,” Changbin assured me, hands smoothing down his broad chest. “Winter is starting to settle in.”

“An excuse to stay in bed longer,” I said, finding myself leaning into his warmth.

Changbin was quiet for a while, and I figured he had fallen asleep. As a matter of fact, I found myself growing drowsy with the combination of his heat and the comfort of the mattress beneath me. I was moments away from closing my eyes when he spoke up again. “I saw the new pups yesterday,” he said.

It was enough to surprise me into alertness. “Mina’s pups?”

He nodded. “I went with Jisung.”

I grinned. “You should have brought me along. I’ve been looking for a better excuse to see them.”

One of our older pack members had recently given birth to three pups. They were absolutely adorable with their small eyes and cute little button noses. Amelia and I had spent more time there than the kitchens. It was starting to become a problem, especially when Mina’s mate was less than willing to share their cabin with other wolves. But how could anyone resist the heart-wrenching sounds of their precious giggles?

“Do you like pups?” Changbin asked.

“Of course I love pups!” I exclaimed, turning on my side to rest my chin on top of his chest. “Mina’s are so tiny! How can anything be that small?”

Changbin’s eyes met mine and I was taken aback by the raw emotion I saw reflecting back at me. “Maybe you should stop taking your pills.”

I paused, studying him closely. His implication was clear. “Are you serious?”

Changbin nodded. “Maybe on your next heat we can all try.”

His sincerity was unexpected as Changbin was the last mate I thought would inquire about having pups. I knew Jisung adored pups and he was always one of the first to see any new additions to our pack. I usually trailed along after him, adoring the look of glee in his eyes when he held a tiny pup in his strong arms. And as for Chan? Well, my oldest mate liked pups well enough and had considered in passing the idea of having pups of his own one day.

But Changbin?

“Have you talked to the others?” I asked.

“No,” Changbin grunted. “But we haven’t exactly been friendly recently.”

I nodded. “After this mess with the rogues is sorted out, maybe we can all sit down together and talk about it. I don’t want to try when the three of you are fighting.”

Changbin grinned as he practically drug me on top of him. “Okay,” he said, pecking my nose sweetly. “But I get the first knot.”

I groaned at his words, feeling the tight bulge of his cock underneath the thin layer of his worn sweatpants.

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The following day, I decided to go hunting with Jisung and Changbin. The elder was feeling better after spending the day isolated away from the pack, and Changbin told me he desperately needed to shift again. Meanwhile, Jisung was feeling just as adventurous, hearing of our plans and demanding to come along. Changbin protested at first, but eventually gave in when I sternly reminded him how important it was for us to all get along. Changbin must have remembered my words from yesterday, immediately complying with Jisung’s wishes.

The three of our wolves padded together along the used trails in the woods, keeping close to camp. It was still potentially dangerous to go out past the edges of the territory when rogues were threatening our pack. However, I knew Changbin would be the last person to refuse his wolf’s obvious attachment to the woods, and Changbin was never intimidated by threats.

And I also longed to stretch my legs and have a nice run through the woods.

Nevertheless, my senses were on high alert as I walked between my two mates. My wolf was minuscule in comparison to Jisung and Changbin, but it was reassuring to know my mates were so much stronger. They would always protect me if danger happened to arise.

Changbin let out a bark as he picked up on a stray scent, nose high in the air as he caught the trail. “This way,” he directed, leading the three of us into a nearby thicket of bushes.

I kept my body close to the ground, hindquarters raised, as I waited for Changbin’s next command. “Why is your ass sticking up,” Jisung teased, nipping at my ear playfully.

“This is the hunter’s stance,” I quipped, ears pricked forward as a faint rustle echoed throughout the surrounding foliage.

“Leave the hunting to the professionals, princess,” Jisung said, stopping to shoulder himself next to Changbin. “What is it?”

“Deer,” Changbin said, tasting the air carefully. “A small doe, maybe.”

Jisung dugs his claws into the forest floor as if anticipating the impending hunt. “Should we take it, Changbin?”

“I could wrestle it down without you,” Changbin grumbled.

Jisung’s wolf huffed as if offended. “I’d overpower it easily!”

“Go ahead,” Changbin challenged, suddenly sitting back on his haunches. “If you’re so skilled at hunting bigger prey.”

Jisung hesitated, but he was far too proud to let Changbin bruise his ego. I watched Jisung crouch down, stealthily moving through the underbrush as he slowly approached the doe who was barely visible through the branches of the trees crowding the area surrounding us. I withheld my laughter as I sat down next to Changbin, allowing him to nuzzle into the side of my neck affectionately. “He’s not low enough,” he told me. “The deer will hear him before he’s ready.”

I watched with interest, silently rooting for Jisung to prove Changbin wrong as he edged closer. Unfortunately, Changbin was rarely wrong in such instances, and I winced when Jisung’s front paw broke a stick beneath his path. Immediately, the deer’s head shot up into the air, eyes blown wide as it studied the nearby vicinity. Jisung panicked, launching himself into a premature attack, barely glancing the deer with his claws before the now spooked creature took off. Jisung was quick to recover his footing, but still not fast enough to track down an animal relying on adrenaline racing through familiar territory.

“Shit!” Jisung cursed as he finally slowed down, watching the deer race away through the woods.

“Nice job,” Changbin snarked, ignoring Jisung as he turned around to look for a new trail to follow.

Jisung held his head down as he passed me.

“There’s another scent up ahead,” Changbin said, suddenly shifting back to his human form.

I shifted behind him, confused as to why he had suddenly switched. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, beckoning me forward.

I stood next to him, gazing down into the ravine. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’ve seen better,” Changbin grinned, and I rolled my eyes at his cheesy flirtation.

“I almost had that deer!” Jisung abruptly growled, shoving his way between us, arms crossed over his chest.

“Your stance is lacking,” Changbin said, chuckling when Jisung shoved him harshly. “You need more hunting experience.”

“I have more important things to do,” Jisung defended himself, looking in my direction with pitiful eyes. “I’ve been busy with pack stuff.”

“Poor baby,” I cooed. “Maybe you just needed a practice run. You can always try again.”

“I picked up a faint scent on the trail we came up,” Changbin said, nodding to his right. “It might be a smaller doe.”

Jisung followed Changbin and I lingered behind, taking a few more moments to admire the simplistic beauty of our mountain home. “I smell it!” Jisung declared, shifting back to his dusky brown wolf as his nose sniffed across the dirt floor.

“See if you can track it,” Changbin suggested and Jisung needed no further encouragement, determined to make up for his previous blunder.

I could hear him take off down the trail, feet thundering against the forest floor, purpose driving his steps. In the meantime, I could feel Changbin’s familiar presence as he approached from behind, nose touching the back of my neck while his strong arms wrapped around my middle.

“I really want to fuck you,” Changbin smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear. I studied the trail where Jisung had disappeared into the ravine.

“Is this really an appropriate time?” I asked as he turned me around.

“He’s gone,” Changbin grinned. “And what else are we gonna do?”

“Hunt.”

“I can catch us enough prey,” Changbin bragged, leaning in closer, thumbing at the neckline of my shirt. “Your tits look good in this.”

“What a compliment.”

“Myah,” Changbin pouted, slowly forcing me backward. I allowed him to do so until my back met the rough bark of a nearby tree. “We haven’t had sex in a while.”

“If you were more patient,” I started, brushing my fingers against his gorgeous lips. “We could have sex tonight when we get back to camp.”

“Are you worried about Jisung?” Changbin asked, raising one brow in question.

“You aren’t?” I countered because the idea of Jisung stumbling upon Changbin fucking me against a tree was not exactly sexy.

“He’s not gonna know,” Changbin purred in my ear, reaching for the hem of my skirt. “I sent him after a stale scent. He’ll be searching for a while.”

“Was this your plan all along?” I indulged, allowing him to run his fingers up my bare thigh.

“No,” Changbin shrugged, fingers digging into my flesh. “But you smell really good today.”

“Do I normally smell bad?” I joked, wrapping my hands around his impressive biceps.

He flexed them on purpose. “I love your scent.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Changbin, don’t you think this is reckless?”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, angel,” he promised, looking for the right words to try and convince me to give in to his demands.

I was close to arguing again before he suddenly lifted me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he brought our bodies close together. He was unbelievably hard, cock straining against the material of his shorts. “Have you wanted this for a while?” I asked breathily because he was scenting me with purpose, determined to wipe all logical thoughts from my mind.

I barely noticed when his hands managed to push my skirt up to my legs, thumbs rubbing circles into my hip bones.

“I think my wolf was jealous of Jisung,” Changbin admitted, mouthing at the exposed expanse of my chest. “He wants our scent on you.”

“And what better way,” I grinned, curling my fingers through his thick hair.

“You know I like it, angel,” he continued, hips pushing forward into mine.

“We need to be fast,” I gasped, feeling the burning friction of his fingers as he moved my panties out of the way.

“Take me out,” he growled, eyes trained down as I worked his shorts and underwear down his legs, leaving his cock erect as he worked to support his hands under my thighs.

“Put it in,” I found myself begging, feeling his cock, warm and thick, as he moved us into the perfect position, tip threatening entrance.

And Changbin never needed me to beg for his cock, all too willing to give me whatever I wanted when it meant nothing but pleasure. Which is why I found myself moaning the moment he pushed his way inside, filling me with him slowly, a leisurely pace as if testing my patience. But I eventually learned patience throughout the years of satisfying my mates, so I simply waited until he was all the way inside, pressing against my clit with a wonderful pressure.

And with my skirt bundled up at my waist, legs wrapped around Changbin’s waist, feeling his powerful hands support my thighs with a bruising grip, I gave in to his wishes. It was all too easy to fall victim to his dark energy, and I choked on a sob as his cock moved in and out. He started a powerful rhythm that made it difficult to do anything more than toss my head back against the trunk of the tree, accepting whatever he decided to give me, which was always everything he had coiled tightly in the thick muscles that filled out his body.

“It’s good,” I made sure to tell him, praising him because I knew it would only get better the more I fed his ego, his desire to show off his strength for his mate.

But Changbin still had more demands.

“Show them to me,” Changbin begged, eyes glued to my chest.

I tried to ignore him, scenting across his throat, teeth scraping along his skin. His dark, spicy smell was driving my omega crazy, and my wolf howled at me to bite him again. It was difficult to resist, so I gave in, gently digging my teeth against the taut flesh of his shoulder blade. “Angel,” Changbin grunted, cock stuttering inside. “Are you listening to me?”

I whined when he slowed down, dragging out with a pace that was not nearly as satisfying. “Don’t stop,” I begged him, trying to force him back inside, pushing down against his grip on my legs.

He shifted me down, one of my feet touching the ground as his other hand continued to support most of my weight. I focused on taking in more oxygen as he tugged down my top, forcing my breasts to spill out. “That’s fucking hot,” he cursed, lifting me back up before forcing me down onto his thick cock.

“Come inside,” I begged him, rapidly approaching my release, feeling it build deep inside.

“Are you worried Jisung might see?” Changbin teased, sweat glistening beautifully across his dark skin.

“I-I’m not,” I managed, eyes closed tightly together as my hands ran across the broad expanse of his chest, feeling his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, straining with his efforts.

“He’d come in his pants like a little bitch,” Changbin snarled, mouth moving harshly across my breasts, tongue frequently taking the liberty to tease my sensitive nipples.

I could feel his knot growing, threatening to lock us together. It was enough to finally break me out of my pheromone-induced haze. “Changbin,” I said, “you can’t knot me out here.”

Changbin groaned, nipping at his mating mark on my neck. “Can I come inside your mouth?”

“Absolutely,” I agreed breathily, unable to stop from moaning when my orgasm suddenly hit courtesy of a well-timed thrust from Changbin, knot catching slightly on my entrance.

He growled, pulling out completely before helping me settle onto my knees in front of him. “Fuck, I like you this way, angel,” he whispered, hands wrapping into my hair.

I didn’t answer, opening my mouth to allow him access. His cock sat heavy on my tongue and I hollowed my cheeks, lips stretching to accommodate him, pausing at the swell of his arousal. It didn’t take long for Changbin to finally cum, releasing down my throat, bitter but satisfying. He finally pulled out slowly, flaccid length falling from my reddened lips.

We were both trying to catch our breath as we adjusted our clothes, trying to hide the evidence of our coupling. Unfortunately, when Changbin leaned in closer to kiss me, I could easily smell our sex permeating his scent. Jisung might not have Changbin’s superior sense of smell, but even a human could catch on to what we had been doing.

“We might be in trouble,” Changbin said, grinning against my wet skin.

After a while, I could hear the faint sound of Jisung’s paws against the underbrush. “He’s gonna smell us.”

“He’ll get you all to himself in a few weeks,” Changbin said, pressing one more lingering kiss to his mating mark.

I laughed when Jisung came into view, shifting into his human form. “He’s gonna be pissed.”

“I don’t care,” Changbin declared, holding me tightly against him, as if afraid to let go.

I merely laughed when Jisung immediately scrunched his nose as he came closer, the heavy smell of our sex assaulting the air surrounding us.

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banqtanbabies · 5 years

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roomies (final)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut

warnings: dirty talk, impregnating kink, oral (f & m receiving), sex toy, dom!jungkook

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this is the last part to roomies as of right now! i hope you all enjoyed this little mini series :) -O

why is it so hot in here.

darkness fills your eyes while you search for the cause of the heat. after trying to sit up you realize the problem, jungkook is on top of you.

i swear this kid is gonna kill me.

all of your workouts seem to be failing you as you try to push the heavy hybrid off of your body. he grunts and twitches his nose and you could cry at how cute he is. as much as you want to sit there to pinch his cheeks and coo at his cuteness, your air supply is dropping due to his weight on your lungs. “jungkook,” you whisper, “kook, you gotta get up.” your voice is to no avail as the sleeping man continues his slumber on your chest. “wake up,” you say with your full voice. you shake him roughly and he finally stirs awake.

“noona? what’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“you’ve gotta get off me kook, i can’t breathe,” you chuckle out.

he rolls to his side while leaving his head on your chest. the light sounds coming from the boy tells you that he’s already drifted back to sleep.

“noona- feels so good,” his hips stutter against your thigh.

you’ve got to be kidding me.

“mhm, noona-“ he whimpers. “shit,” you say to yourself. “please,” he whines. you shake him awake for the second time, “jungkook, you’re sleep talking.”

“no noona. help me please. i need you so bad,”

“you’re awake?” you ask in shock. “i can’t do that, kook.”

“please,” he whispers, “i’ll do the work. just let me.”

i can’t believe i’m doing this.

“okay.” the words come from you with slight hesitation and this makes the boy perk up.

“really? you’ll let me?”

“yeah, i will,” you say to yourself more than to him, but he crawls onto you anyways. the kiss shared between the two of you is filled with more passion than you’d like to admit. your sighs mix with his as he slowly sucks your tongue into his mouth. his hands run down your sides when you moan into his mouth. you pull away for air but not without pulling his bottom lip. jungkook moves his lips down to your neck as you run your fingers through his soft, brown hair.

“can i touch them?” you ask, referring to his ears.

“i- uhm,” he stutters with hesitance.

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, kook. if you don’t want me to i won’t,” you say, worried that you’ve ruined the mood.

“no! it’s not that. i just- they’re sensitive,” his voice gets more quiet as he speaks, “i just don’t wanna make a fool of myself in front of you,” he finishes.

“you’d never make a fool of yourself, jungkook. i wouldn’t ever make fun of you or judge you. ever,” you reinsure him, “plus, i love all the noises you make,” you admit to him.

you reach to grasp his ears and lightly pet them. his body shudders in pleasure and he keens into your touch. the moment is intimate and sensual and you feel an even stronger connection between the two of you.

after some time of petting him and relishing in the sweetness of his soft moans, jungkook is up and moving to the closet.

“what are you doing?”

“silly noona. don’t think i don’t know what you got at that shop.”

a blush rises to your cheeks when you realize he’s talking about the toys you bought yourself.

“oh god,” you cover your face out of self consciousness, “that’s so embarrassing.”

“i thought it was pretty hot, actually. i imagined you using them on yourself. i hoped that you would think of me, kissing all over your body and tasting you for hours.”

this kid knows how to get me going.

he rummages through the bag and pulls out a bullet vibrator and a set of matte black handcuffs.

“are these okay to start with, noona?”

you’re at a loss for words and settle on nodding your head furiously. the younger boy climbs over you and your arms, instinctively, move above your head for the restraints.

“you’re so beautiful, noona.”

a scarlet flush colors your cheeks at the compliment.

“i mean it, y/n,” he states, addressing your look, “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

you reach to pull him into a kiss but fail as you realize that he’s suspended your hands.

“poor noona wants to touch,” he taunts.

your shirt is thrown on the floor, and the skin underneath erupts in goosebumps as jungkooks lips trail with light kisses. light pants and mewls, from you, makes jungkook more and more excited as he worships your body with light pecks. when he moves to your thighs, however, his excitement grows stronger at your scent. the smell of your arousal hits his heightened senses, and this sets him off. he rushes to pull your shorts and underwear down admiring the sight before him.

“stop staring,” you mewl in embarrassment while trying to close your legs.

“don’t close them,” he pushes your knees open, “god you’re so beautiful.”

the blush on your cheeks increases, as if it was humanly possible.

“all of you. every single part of you is so fucking beautiful.”

the compliment hits your heart and you wish he would take you right then and there.

as if he understood your thoughts he dips his head down, spreading your folds with his tongue.

a long, drawn out moan fills the room and his ears twitch at the sound in approval. jungkook grips your thighs and hoists them onto his shoulders for a better angle.

his tongue delivers long, hard licks into your slit, making your hips buck involuntarily.

“you taste so good, noona,” he murmurs into your womanhood.

he sucks harshly on your clit and spanks the side of your leg earning a quiet cry which jungkook is not satisfied with. she spanks your thigh two more times, harder that the first, while sucking on your clit. he hears a loud whimper from your lips and continues his ministrations.

his tongue slides down to prod at your entrance. you tug on the handcuffs and he chuckles at you.

“you wanna touch me, noona? wanna touch your bunny?” he laughs in a teasing manner while blowing cold air onto your bare pussy. “wish you could push my head down so i could tongue fuck you, huh? isn’t that right?”

you nod your head quickly, unable to form words due to the boys dirty talk. he moves up your body and dangles the handcuff key in your face.

“please, kook. let me touch you please,” you beg.

“aww, look at noona begging for me,” he smiles down at you and leans to kiss your nose. you tilt your head in desperation to feel his lips against your own but he pulls away with a small smirk.

“i can’t stand you sometimes,” you whisper to yourself.

“i’d watch your tone, noona. i’m the one with the key here,” he says tilting your head up by your chin.

he places a small kiss to your lips and this sets you at ease.

jungkook straddles your hips and continues slowly kissing you, but your body jolts when you feel a foreign buzzing object on your clit.

the vibrations make you pull away from the passionate kiss to release a throaty whine.

“god i fucking love how you sound.”

the words don’t even register to you as he presses the vibrator harder onto your most sensitive area.

“look at me noona.”

“c- can’t, so close,” you say breathily while bucking your hips into the small toy.

“i said look at me,” he says sternly, gripping your chin and pulling it to face him.

your climax hits quickly, sending volts of pleasure through your entire body. jungkook removes the toy and replaces it with his fingers, rubbing slow circles onto your clit, riding you through your orgasm.

“god, noona you’re so gorgeous. can you do another one for me?”

you nod lazily but already feel yourself growing slicker at the thought of jungkook pounding into you.

he unlocks your handcuffs and you move to take his pants off.

“sit down,” you instruct. he does as you say as you pull his sweats down slowly before finally removing them completely. you look up to him before taking his boxers off and he nods to you signaling to continue.

his length springs up from its tight constraints of the boxers and you haven’t seen a prettier sight.

jungkook sitting on the bed in front of you, puffy lips, closed eyes, head tossed back, and completely bare before you.

his thighs underneath your hands are enough to have you dripping from your core. you press open mouth kisses up and down his thighs leaving a few hickeys in the insides.

“plea- noona touch me please,” he pleads softly.

as much as you’d like to tease him for hours on end the sight in front of you is too much for you to hold back.

hands trailing up his thighs slowly before finally grabbing onto his shaft. his eyes flutter closed at the contact. you leave soft kisses on the underside of his length before sucking the tip into your mouth.

a deep guttural moan escapes from jungkooks throat and you moan at the sound sending small buzzing currents through his dick.

jungkook grabs onto your hair and pushes you down lightly so that you take more of him.

“noona-“ he whimpers, “can you- fuck, can you deepthroat me?” he asks and you think you can hear a slight amount of nervousness in his voice.

you don’t answer but slide down further onto his dick. the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat could make you cum right there.

loud moans and curses leave his lips as he pushes your head further. the boy begins slowly thrusting into your mouth small gagging noises can be heard and this turns jungkook on even more. he picks up his pace while holding your head still. your grip on his thighs tighten while he ruts into your mouth.

he pulls out of your mouth and squeezes the base of his dick.

“get- get in the bed. wanna cum in you.” he stutters.

you quickly lay on the bed and spread your legs.

“no hands and knees. gonna fuck you like a bitch in heat,” he says with a cold, but lustful, glare.

you flip on instinct and push your ass in the air for him.

right before he pushes himself in he stops, “do you have a condom?”

“birth control, just go,” you rush him.

he slides himself, slowly, into your entrance and grasps for your hips. the stretch has a slight burn, but that makes it feel even better. he tests the waters by thrusting sharply into you, and when it elicits a whine from you he begins to fuck you harshly.

“gonna cum in you- fill you with my kits. make you nice a round for me.”

you shudder at his words and whimper louder with each suggestion.

“you gonna take them? take my babies like a good bitch?”

the questions make you clench but you’re in too much pleasure to answer. this receives a hard slap to your ass, “answer me. are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? let it fill you up all good and take my kits?”

“y-yes! fuck yes, jungkook- gonna take them so well,” you scream in pleasure as he reaches below your body to rub your clit quickly. the quick pinches and flicks to your clit send you over as you shake and squirm beneath him. he continues to thrust into you at a fast pace before you feel his body slump on top of you. his hips stutter before he pumps his seed into you.

loud moans leave both of your mouths filling the room. he continues to thrust slowly before you push him off from overstimulation.

his breath returns to a normal rate and he moves to the bathroom to grab a rage to clean up.

“thank you, noona,” he whispers while wiping up the mess you all have made.

“thank you, kook.”

he throws the rag somewhere in the room to be dealt with some other time. the boy climbs into bed with you putting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“can you cancel that mattress order?”

“already did,” you smile to the boy before kissing his nose and drifting off to sleep.

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #hybrid!au #hybrid!bts #hybrid!jungkook #dom!jungkook #jungkook fanfic

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angelbabylu · 5 years

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Valentine’s Day // CH

pairing: reader x calum

warnings: fluff, smut

word count: 2.8k

prompt: don’t worry about focusing on public or large gestures cal seems private and a man of few words, so maybe something that’s reminiscent of him

for: @cal-pal-cuddles happy valentines day from your valentine ❤️❤️❤️

notes: this is for @killerlukesqueen ‘s valentine’s swaps (tysm for organizing this!!) as for the fic itself, its centered around how busy the boys have been in the days leading up to valentines day - basically calum has been missing his girl so when the band decides to take valentines day off he’s more than happy to go home and spend sometime worshiping her. I was going for very soft & smutty - Hales i hope this is the kind of soft & giggly content you were looking for. Love u

songs that inspired this fic: faithfully - journey // movement - hozier // i’ll make love to you - boyz II men

Calum let out a sigh in frustration as he fumbled with the keys to his front door. It was late, that much he knew. The last he checked, it had been some time after 2 A.M., and that was before saying goodbye to everyone at the studio. Calum wished that he could say he felt nothing but gratefulness at the opportunities life had presented him, but on nights like this, he couldn’t contain the slight twinges of discontent. He was only human, and sometimes when he spent upwards of 20-hour days in the studio or in back to back interviews, he couldn’t help but feel exhausted and empty. There were times where, if he was honest with himself, he dreamed about being normal-life-Calum. Some alternate universe Calum with a 9-to-5 job, a dog, and a girl he loved so much he was thinking of proposing to her a couple months down the line.

A smile played on his face at the thought – 9-to-5 Calum and Rockstar Calum had a few things in common. For Rockstar Calum, as frustrating as these long working days could get, coming home to the love of his life made everything abundantly easier. On the days that he got like this, Ashton frequently told him that it wasn’t the events of the 20-hour day that had him feeling the way he did, it was the fact that it was 20 hours away from (Y/N).

“Go home to (Y/N), man,” Ashton had all but ordered earlier that night. Calum had tried to protest – Michael was still recording his harmonies for the track and Calum didn’t like the idea of leaving all three of them in the studio just because he missed his girlfriend.

“No,” Ashton cut him off before he could even speak. “I’m sure you haven’t seen her for more than half an hour in the past week – you’ve been working nonstop. Go home to your girl, spend some time with her, enjoy Valentine’s Day.”

Before he could even blink, Ashton and Luke were pushing him through the studio door.

He sighed at the memory, emptying his pockets on the table next to his front door – Valentine’s Day. With everyone save Ash in relationships, they had decided to clear the band's schedule for that day, making time for their significant others. It was more of a decision on Michael’s part, he wanted to do something special for his and Crystal’s first Valentine’s Day as fiancés. Calum and (Y/N) weren’t really that fussy. They were probably going to spend all day in bed watching television and honestly, just the thought of that made Calum giddy with anticipation. Both of them were always crazy busy – (Y/N) with work and school, Calum with the band – so a day off to nap and watch TV was heaven to them.

He moved further into the dark house towards the room where he knew his love slept. Before he could ascend the stairs to her, a small beam of light caught his eye. It beckoned to him from the barely opened door of their home office. He switched course, shaking his head fondly at the assumption that his girlfriend must have fallen asleep at his desk – again.

When he walked into the room, he was surprised to find that while his girlfriend was in his office, she was not asleep. His desk was empty of all its usual items; instead, strewn across it were stacks of papers for whatever project she was working on. She was so hyper-focused on reorganizing her files, she didn’t notice as Calum pushed open the door and stood, watching her fondly from the doorway. She was wearing one of his favorite shirts. With her back turned to him as she stood hunched over the front of the desk, he could clearly read DID YOU GET THE SENSATION TODAY? The shirt drooped from her large frame, moving with her as she muttered to the papers on her desk.

Calum knew his presence would be unexpected. For one, when he had called to say goodnight to her a couple hours earlier, he hinted that he wouldn’t be home before the sun rose. Also, she was notorious for getting so caught up in her thoughts that her surroundings were completely lost to her. As softly as he could, so as to not startle her, he cleared his throat.

She was startled anyway. She gasped in surprise, turning to face him, right hand coming to rest gently over her heart.

“Don’t do that,” she chided instantly. But when the moment had passed, and her heart had taken the hint that there was nothing to fear, she dropped her hand and smiled.

One look at that smile had Calum crossing the room to capture her lips with his.

Her sound of surprise was muffled by his lips, then later his tongue, as he gave himself a minute to get reacquainted with her. Ashton had been right - missing her had been throwing him off balance. Now that he was able to hold her in his arms, his world was righted again.

“Not that I’m complaining,” She began at the kiss’ end, “But what was that for?”

He placed a small chaste kiss at the tip of her nose, grinning at the way she wiggled it response. “I missed you so damn much.”

He ducked his head again and placed three quick pecks against her lips, pausing on the third to take his time tasting and licking into her. He moved both his hands from where they had been previously cupping her face down, to rest one on her waist, the other on her ass, gripping her meat there. She moaned and slid her arms up around his neck, one hand burying itself in short blonde hair.

Calum was overtaken by the need to worship her that very minute. He couldn’t believe it had been more than a week since he held her like this, more than a week that he showed her just how much he loved her. He pulled away from her, moaning as she immediately attached her lips to his neck.

“Were you working on something important?” he asked. The question took him several seconds to get through as her ministrations on his neck became increasingly more distracting.

“Nothing more important than this,” she quipped, running her hands up and down the expanse of his chest. The thin material of his t-shirt did nothing to mask the heat of her fingers. Before he knew it, she was reaching underneath his shirt and raking her fingers lightly over his stomach, knowing how the feeling of her nails against his skin turned him on.

“You should take me upstairs,” she suggested, leaning her face upwards, bringing their lips inches apart, letting her hot breath wash over his lips. “Show me just how much you missed me. Start our Valentine’s Day off right.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He reached down to get an arm around both her legs, hiking her up and gently tossing her over his shoulder. When she cried out in surprise, he just laughed, lightly smacking her ass as he carried her off to the stairs.

“This is very caveman of you, Hood.” she teased, prodding lightly at his side. He squirmed but kept a firm hold of her.

“You cavewoman. Me horny,” Calum mocked in the best caveman voice he could muster. The voice had her shaking hard on his shoulder; he could barely keep a hold of her. Luckily, they had made it up the stairs and to his bedroom door.

He gently set her on the ground then reached around her, opening the door and ushering them both in. Once she was inside the room, she pivoted right, flickering the switch next to the doorframe. She left the dimmer on so that the light flooding the room was only a soft glow. He was taken aback by how something as simple as her in his room, in his t-shirt, still smiling about a dumb joke he had made, could fill his heart with so much love.

He reached out and pulled her towards him, capturing her face between both his hands again, this time peppering it with kisses all over. She giggled and squirmed as he showered her face with love.

“I love you so much,” he announced each word punctuated with a kiss somewhere on her face.

“I love you too,” she was saying, but she grabbed his hands and pulled them away from her face, guiding them down and around her waist. “I want kisses on my lips now please.”

He was happy to oblige. He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and nipping gently before releasing it to continue his earlier exploration of her mouth. She moaned as their tongues moved together, her hands tugging gently at his hair, her body pushing against him as if trying to move impossibly closer.

He turned her, pushing her up against the bedroom door, knowing she would like that position more. He smiled in satisfaction as she let out a small soft gasp at the feeling of his thighs pressing gently in between her open legs.

Immediately, she began to rut up against him, and he encouraged it, the hand on her waist helping her to create a rhythm.

He pulled away from her lips, only a fraction of an inch, but he missed them the second they were gone, so he reached down and captured them in one more soft kiss.

“Love kissing you,” He admitted against her, their lips still touching. “Addicted to the way you taste.”

He was able to pull away from her lips then, moving instead to kiss that spot behind her ear that he knew she loved so much. The rhythm of her hips became more erratic, and her whines got louder with every lick, nip, and suck.

“Cal,” she whined, pulling against his hair. “Don’t want to come on your thigh.”

He allowed his head to follow the tug of her fingers, so he could look up and make eye contact with her. “Wanna come from my mouth baby? Or my fingers? Tonight’s all about you. Wanna worship you tonight.”

“Fuck,” she breathed out, “Fingers and mouth?”

Grinning, he brought his head down for another quick kiss. “You’re Greedy, babe,” Calum teased, reaching a hand down under the sensations t-shirt to play with the hem of her soft cotton panties. “But I like a woman who knows what he wants.”

As he moved his thigh from between her, she whimpered at the lost, her body unconsciously following his, trying to keep them connected as he walked towards the bed. She hopped on the bed immediately but stopped him from following her with a palm to his chest.

“Uh Uh,” she asserted with a smile. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Looking down he realized she was right. He had gotten so caught up in her, he had yet to remove his jacket or his shoes. “Looking for a strip show, baby?” he quipped, exaggerating the way he removed his jacket, moving in a comically slow and sensual manner.

He knew he probably looked dumb, but it had (Y/N) laughing and the sound of her enjoying herself in his presence - that was his favorite sound in the world.

“Stop,” (Y/N) commanded through her giggles. “You know I’m too impatient for a strip show. If you don’t get over here, I might try and take care of myself.” And if that wasn’t enough, she opened her legs to him, showing off the darkened wet spot that covered the front of her pink panties, her fingers moving down to rub her clit through the fabric.

That was all it took to remind him that it had been almost a week since he had her in front of him like this, pliant and ready. With a quickness, he shrugged off his jacket, jeans, and shoes, and scrambled on the bed in front of her.

“Now we’re even,” He commented, both of them now only in their underwear and a t-shirt. He crawled over her, pointedly moving her hand from where it had been rubbing at the front of her panties.

He kissed her once on the lips before commanding, “Stop being so impatient. I’m trying to take my time with you.”

He paused at the skeptical look on her face, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “Okay not too much time – it’s almost three A.M., and we’re both tired as fuck.”

She responded with a look that said so get on with it, and he rolled his eyes at her impatience but obliged.

After another quick peck on the lips, he moved down to her neck. His hands slipped all the way under her shirt for the first time that night, happy but unsurprised to find that she was not wearing a bra. As he continued to kiss up and down her neck, he took a nipple in each hand, pinching and rolling and pulling lightly, addicted to the soft gasps she breathed out as he did so.

He moved downward, pushing the shirt up to her armpits so he could kiss his way down her stomach.

“I can remove the shirt,” she suggested lightly, breath already coming out in soft pants.

“Nah,” he responded between feather-light kisses and nips to her stomach. “Love doing this while you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “Next time I wear it, all I’m going to think about is how I ate you out tonight.”

Reaching the top hem of her panties, he waited for her to lift her hips so he could slip it off. “Think about how much you squirm, the noises you make.” His mouth watered in anticipation.

Usually, he would tease her a bit before diving in. Usually, he would nip and suck bruises all the way down the inside of her thighs, so that she would be able to feel him whenever her thighs brushed together the next day. But that night they were both feeling a little greedy, because as soon as he finished talking, he was bowing his head to lick a broad wet stripe over her pussy, coming to a stop at her clit, giving it three small licks before bringing it in his lips and sucking.

She gasped and cried out, one hand flying to the sheet above her head, the other curling in his hair. The more he sucked, the more responsive she got. She twisted and bucked up against his mouth, hand on his head, holding his face firmly against her pussy as if there was anywhere else his face would rather be at that moment.

“Rings on or off?” He asked, words muffled from the way his lips were still pressed against her, but they had done this enough times now that she knew exactly what he was asking.

“On,” she commanded, and immediately, two fingers were joining his mouth, rubbing up and down, teasing her hole.

He slipped one finger into her like it was nothing; she was already so wet and plaint from their earlier ministrations and his tongue. He leaned back to watch as she took the finger all the way down to the cool of his mental ring. She released a low hiss as he twisted the finger inside of her. Then, he pulled it out and supplemented it with another.

As his fingers worked inside her, his mouth rotated between licking in between her folds and sucking on her clit. It did not take long for her to start whining even louder, writhing and squirming against him. When she began to buck harder, he had to reach the hand that wasn’t in her up to her waist to hold her down.

“Fuck Cal, I’m close.”

He knew. He knew her body well enough to recognize the way that she shook and squirm and panted as signs that she was about to come.

“Good.” He said smiling when, seconds later, she clenched around his fingers, pulled his hair, and gasped. He worked her through the pulsing of her orgasm, fingers still buried in her, mouth still on her clit, until the stimulation became too much and she had to push him away.

He crawled up her body, coming to rest over her once more, lips going immediately to his favorite spot - the small junction between her throat and her neck.

She pushed gently against his shoulders trying to flip them. “Lie back,” she commanded. “Let me take care of you.”

“Nah,” was his response. “Tonight was about you.”

He came up on one of his elbows then used his other hand to guide her face over so her eyes could meet his. “I want you to know how much I love you. You are my everything. It’s crazy how much I missed you, even after just a week apart.”

She smiled sweetly up at him, her eyes twinkling. “I love you too,” she said, leaning up to connect his lips with hers. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

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nextcassie · 5 years

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Your Scent 5

Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for the shit storm that was your junior year of college. Discovering you were an omega was only the first discovery in a long line of complicated ones. Thank goodness Min Yoongi was there to help.A story about college and discovering what you like and don’t like in both romantic relationships and friendships.

Abo Au - University AU

Pairing: Main-Min Yoongi/Reader ; OT7/Reader

Chapter words: 5128

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Omega Biology

Females Female omegas are known to be incredibly fertile. They are known for being homemakers traditionally, but now are seen in a variety of different roles in society. When it comes to heat their bodies produce a lot of slick. Female Omegas are said to experience the worst waves during their heat, meaning that they tend to experience incredible moments of want and need before becoming incredibly tired.

Males Male omegas are a bit more complicated than female omegas. They were never looked down upon by society and were normally seen as incredibly useful in the work force for being receptive to emotions and male. They hold multiple reproductive organs. They have the ability to produce fertile sperm to impregnate females and they hold reproductive eggs. The eggs are located in a passage way off the rectum. However, male omegas can only get pregnant during heats when this passage way opens up and produces an ample amount of slick. While out of heat male omegas produce slick it is usually not enough to make anal sex completely comfortable and the use of lube is needed.

Warnings: Smut. It's so long because I got carried away with the smut. I guess there's dirty talk too. Be warned, it's kinky up in this story and will probs only get kinkier as we continue.

OO00OO

To say that Jimin was ecstatic about your agreement with Yoongi would be the understatement of the year. The other omega was practically skipping around your apartment in joy, claiming he was cupid. He hadn’t shut up about it all week. He was constantly hovering over you eagerly waiting for Yoongi to message you. It made you wonder if you were Yoongi’s heat partner or if Jimin was.

You were working on your laptop when an email popped up from Yoongi. You clicked on it and tried not to gasp. It was a long list of everything that the two of you could try together. It was slightly shocking at just how long it was and just how much of it you didn’t really understand.

That meant you could either go through the trouble of translating it yourself or ask someone.

You got up from the sofa in the living room and knocked on Jimin’s bedroom door.

Jimin opened the door and when the two of you made eye contact he began to grin. He knew exactly why you had knocked on his door.

“Do come in.”

He opened the door and gestured for you to come inside. He moved to sit on his bed and leaned back against the wall before patting the space next to him with a knowing grin on his face. You moved to sit next to him with your laptop.

“I can’t really understand this.”

You showed him the email from Yoongi and watched as Jimin’s eyebrows raised as he read through the list.

“I would say that this isn’t usually need to know Korean vocabulary,” he replied. “Actually, I’d be slightly concerned if you knew all these words as a non-native speaker. I’d question your reasons to coming to South Korea.”

“Got it… So are you going to explain it to me or not?”

Jimin dramatically cleared his throat.

“He says that he is an experimental dom. If he doesn’t know about something he is willing to try it once before making a decision about if he likes it or not. He wants to keep things mellow for your first heat though. He’ll keep these things in mind if you guys decide you want to continue your relationship. Which you will.”

“Jimin focus.”

“Fine.” Jimin eyes the list again before continuing. “I feel so awkward reading this to you.”

“I know it’s like some Fifty Shades of Grey shit,” you replied.

“Yoongi is a way better dom than Christian Grey.”

“So, you’ve slept with Yoongi?”

“I’ve slept with all of my friends except for you. So yes, but if it makes you feel better he’s never helped through my heats. Actually, it’s not something Yoongi does too often…”

“When was the last time you think he had a heat partner?”

“Two years ago, I think.” Jimin seemed to think it over. “She was a nice girl and I think they may have had a thing that they never made official. He never let her help him through his ruts. Despite the fact that he’s incredibly liberal he still sees sex as an intimate act. He’ll go to Jin and Namjoon’s parties, but he won’t take someone home unless he knows and trusts them. It’s sort of a big deal that he agreed to this arrangement. I’m not surprised, but it’s not something that happens often. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Thanks for the confidence boost. It’s just sort of weird… I mean I’ve never been so attracted to another individual before.”

“Physically or emotionally?”

“Physically for sure, but I don’t know about emotionally. I haven’t really talked to him a lot. It’s just whenever I’m near him I just feel this sense of comfort wash over me. I just feel safe. I think it’s because he saved me at that party. I don’t want to rush and say I have feelings for him because there is a possibility that maybe that’s the only reason I’m attracted to him. I don’t want to be attracted to someone by who I think they are, but I want to be attracted to someone for who they really are. If that makes sense? I might have worded that weirdly.”

“No, it makes sense.” Jimin smiled to himself a bit. “I think that once you get to know him, you’re going to realize how perfect you are for each other. Those words actually sounded like something Yoongi would say.”

You thought about it and it did seem that the two of you had quite a bit in common when it came to attitudes. Neither of you were exactly high energy nor were the two of you overly affectionate. Yet you had a feeling that both of your friend groups would describe the two of you as caring people.

“Okay, Park Jimin,” you stated with a smile. “In your expert opinion as Min Yoongi’s good friend what can I do to make him happy?”

Jimin hummed as he rubbed his chin in thought. You had posed the question half joking, but you were curious to find out the answer he would give.

“I guess the number one thing you can do is not to wake him up when he is sleeping. Hyung tends to keep weird hours because he writes at all hours of the day. Sometimes he forgets to eat and sleep when he gets really into writing. We all sort of take turns checking in on him. We’ll add you to the rotation now that you’re his heat partner now.”

“That’s right… He’s a pretty successful composer. I forget about that sometimes because he just seems so down to earth about it. He just started working for some entertainment company, right?”

“Yeah, he was doing mostly freelance because no one would meet his conditions for hiring him until now. Which leads me to number two, respect his music. It’s truly everything to him. If he asks you about something give your honest opinion. Hyung hates people who lie to him.”

“That’s another thing the two of us have in common then,” you stated.

“Number three, he’ll never admit it, but above all hyung is an alpha. I mean obviously, but he is high on the dominance spectrum and I think he feels like it’s something he should be ashamed of because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He’ll never ask you to, but sometimes just indulge his inner alpha.”

“Okay, but what does indulging an alpha entail?”

“In my experience, a lot of scent marking and letting them give you back hugs. It’s a bit different for every alpha though.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks Jimin.”

“Any time (y/n).”

OO00OO

Yoongi felt a bit awkward about all of this. It was time for his weekly review with his company. Normally, it entailed him getting feedback on the songs he was writing as well as talking about demos with the different trainees that he wanted to produce. He only worked with three of them because he worked mostly on hip hop tracks and there were only three of them that could rap to a tolerable level. Two of them were still a work in progress though.

This time though, the conversation was going to have to be a bit different. He was going to have to turn in a heat partner form with your name and expected date of heat as well as the date of his next rut. Although it was now illegal to dismiss employees for things related to heats and ruts, it was still often looked down upon if someone took too much time off for them.

Yoongi happened to feel comfortable at this job. He got his own small studio and found all the employees tolerable. He didn’t want to jeopardize any of that. In all honesty though, he thought you might be worth it.

Yoongi’s father had always talked about how he knew from the second he met Yoongi’s mother it was her that he was going to mate with. While Yoongi wasn’t sure yet if he felt that strongly about you, but this was the closest he could remember to ever feeling this way.

He knocked on the door and was told to come in. He opened the door to see his boss, Bang Shihyuk sitting at his desk. He preferred to be called Bang PD-nim instead of the CEO, but he almost completely ran the entire company.

“Yoongi, it’s good to see you. How have the songs been coming along?” he asked, as Yoongi moved to take the seat in front of his desk.

“They’re slowly coming along. I think I should have something for the trainees to record in about two weeks…”

“I thought you would have something done by next week?” the main said with a furrowed brow.

“About that, I’m going to need to take some time off,” Yoongi said. He slid the document he had filled out with the proper information over to the man.

The man took it and his eyes scanned over it. Yoongi watched as a smile started tugging over his lips.

“I thought you were single?” Bang asked.

“I was. I just recently met her. We’re not dating yet.”

“You said yet.” Yoongi kept a straight face as the other man smirked before looking over the sheet. “I am looking forward to hearing your music after you begin your relationship. The sound will probably change.”

“Hmm… I don’t know about that, but I would call her interesting to say the least.”

“By the name I’m guessing she’s foreign. Does she speak Korean?”

“Almost fluently. Sometimes she gets a few words mixed up, but her Korean is really good. More standard than mine if you want to get technical.”

“I like your Daegu accent though. It was one of the reasons you stood out to me as an applicant when you were applying. Bring her by for a tour one day. I’d love to meet the woman that’s melted your heart.”

“No one said she’s done that.”

“You’re a very sincere person. If the two of you are just heat partners it won’t stay that way. You’d never make a move on the girl if you weren’t going to follow it up with something serious.”

“She’s a difficult one to read.”

“So are you. The two of you are perfect for each other.”

“You haven’t even met her.”

“I’m your boss, so I’m always right.” Yoongi held himself back from scoffing at the statement. The other man was always like this when it came to certain things. “Now let’s talk about your songs.”

OO00OO

You felt anxious sitting in class waiting for the lecture to be over. Yoongi was sitting in the front of the room like he always did. He seemed to be grading some assignments for the professor like usual. Taehyung was doodling on his notebook and you were trying to listen, but it was sort of hard.

You had a printed-out version of the email Yoongi had sent you and for some reason you felt incredibly nervous about having to return it to him. You were also sure you had only understood about seventy percent of the Korean on it, even with Jimin’s help. In the same folder was the paperwork that Yoongi needed to fill out to grant him temporary access to your dorm building and apartment for your heat. The two of you had agreed to get coffee after your class before heading over to your dorm together to turn in the paperwork.

You had been so lost in your own thought that you had barely registered that class was already over. Taehyung was grinning at you. He had probably been getting the play by play of what was happening from Jimin.

Everyone started packing up their things.

“Bye (y/n) have fun with hyung,” Taehyung said before leaving.

You packed up your things, but weren’t in a hurry. Normally, Yoongi stayed to chat with the professor a bit before he left. You moved to wait outside for him. About five minutes later, Yoongi came out of the room and offered you a small smile.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Yeah, are we going to the same place we met up last time?” you asked, walking over to him. He nodded to you and the two of you began walking together.

It felt weird. Not a bad weird, but weird. You didn’t really know how you should act around him yet. You didn’t actually know Yoongi all that well. You only really knew about his preferences in bed, which was something, but not exactly what you start a conversation with.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“It was pretty uneventful. I just went to class. What about you?”

“I had a graduate course in the morning and then had to student teach. Overall, it was pretty boring.”

“Ah I see…” You paused for a minute. “You write songs for an entertainment company, right? How is that going?”

If you weren’t mistaken you watched as he seemed to perk up with something like pride at the mention of it. He seemed more relaxed than before as well.

“I’ve got a good start on some new demos. I work for a smaller agency that’s getting ready to debut a new idol boy group in probably the next six months. They’re all pretty young, but they’re good kids.”

“Do you like it? I mean I’ve heard a lot of good and bad things about the Korean entertainment industry.”

“I like it, but I’m also at a smaller company. From what I hear some of the bigger ones are pretty problematic. I know for a fact that this company is taking good care of them. If I didn’t I would have never signed with them.”

The two of you continue in conversation about his job. You had never realized how much work truly went into producing music. So far in class you had only covered the basics of music theory and just started writing scores. The things that Yoongi did though went beyond what you thought you could ever be capable of.

Yoongi ordered the two of your drinks and filled out the rest of the paperwork while the two of you waited. When you got your drinks you both decided to drink them while walking back to the dorm. It was a pretty nice day outside. Fall was truly just beginning and there wouldn’t be too many nice days left before the weather started to cool down.

The two of you finished your drinks by the time you arrived at the dorms. You went to the small office where the building manager was during the day. When you arrived, she was looking down at her phone screen with a look of displeasure across her face. You had only talked to her once when you had moved in on such short notice, but she was a nice omega woman in her early thirties. She had been helpful and caring, but a little stressed out at the time.

“Umm… I want to turn in a heat partners form,” you said, drawing her attention away from her phone.

She looked up and smiled at you before taking the form and glancing it over.

“Is that your alpha?” she asked.

“Yes?” you said hesitantly. You weren’t really sure if Yoongi was your alpha or not, but on paper he was for the time being. The building manager just chuckled.

“This is only for one time correct?” she asked.

“For now,” Yoongi answered from behind you.

“All right, I just want to make the two of you aware that we’ll keep this form on record for the next three months. If you want we can give him extended access to the dorms if you choose to after your heat this month. That decision is completely up to the two of you though. Min Yoongi, your ID card should be updated over night with the new security information.”

“All right thank you,” he said.

“Thank you,” you added.

The two of you left the office and you realized that this is where the two of you might part. Until you got an idea.

“I know you’ve seen the dorm before, but do you maybe want to go over some stuff before you leave.”

Yoongi gave you a small smile and nodded his head before following you up to your dorm.

When the two of you got there Jimin was lounging on the sofa, watching something on his laptop. He glanced up and saw the two of you together before grinning.

“Well what do we have here?” Jimin teased.

“Some embarrassing excuse for a college student watching… is that Korea’s Next Top Model?” Yoongi asked.

“The fact that you recognize it says something about you too hyung.”

“I’m just going to show Yoongi some of the stuff I have prepared for my heat. Don’t mind us.”

“Oh I don’t.”

You rolled your eyes and led Yoongi to your room. You were thankful that you had been trying to keep it clean because you knew he would inevitably see it at some point.

“Okay, so I know we did the whole… to do list thing.”

Yoongi let out a bark of laughter at that. He couldn’t help, but smile at the embarrassed yet confused look on your face.

“I’m sorry, but calling it a ‘to do list’ was an unexpected pun coming from you.”

“Well sorry…”

You seemed to be pouting in a way that Yoongi found endearing. You weren’t trying to be cute, but you just ended up being that way.

“I’m sorry please continue.”

“Okay, well before I was so rudely interrupted.” You gave him a look and Yoongi fought back a grin at how you seemed to be seriously reprimanding him. “I bought a few things for my last heat that I found helpful. I have a fridge that I’ll have stocked at the time with some food and cookies.”

“Cookies?”

“I was craving them my last two heats for some reason, so I bake them and put them in the fridge to eat. It will also have drinking water. Last time it was to abrupt, so I didn’t get a chance to use them, but I bought a small water basin and some wash cloths in case I get sweaty. I also have extra sheets blankets and bed linings at the bottom of my closet.”

“(y/n),” Yoongi said, stopping you from your rant. You turned to find him suddenly closer than you remembered him being. “I know you’re nervous. Honestly, I am a bit too. I don’t want you to be worried. I’m going to take care of you through this heat. I’m going to make sure you have everything you need and that you’re as comfortable as possible, okay?”

“Okay…” you mumbled.

Yoongi moved slightly closer, bringing his hands to naturally rub soothing circles into your shoulders.

“I mean it. I don’t make commitments I don’t intend on keeping.”

You were a commitment? He was committing to you. For some reason the thought had your stomach in somewhat pleasurable knots at his words.

“I believe you,” you said, this time more firmly.

“Can I kiss you right now?” he asked. You blinked in confusion shocked upon his request. You hadn’t seen it coming. “Sorry I just…”

“No it’s okay. I mean yes, yes you can kiss me. You just sort of caught me by surpri—”

Yoongi cut of your awkward rambling with a gentle kiss that he pressed to your lips. You had just barely closed your eyes to savor it before he was pulling away.

“I have to get to work, but I’ll message you soon. Don’t hesitate to message me if you need anything.”

“I won’t.”

You should have walked Yoongi out as he said goodbye, but you had become rooted to the spot in awkward giddiness. Your stomach was flipping with warm excitement. You just barely caught Jimin yelling out at Yoongi.

“Hyung, I know exactly what you did in there!”

“Shut up.”

OO00OO

You had baked cookies yesterday and were getting ready to go to one of your classes when it happened. The clenching of your gut followed by a burning sensation engulfing your whole body. Your heat had come only about twelve hours before it was due to show up.

You messaged Yoongi right away before crawling into your bed. You had to do something, you had to make it more comfortable for the two of you. You began to adjust the comforters and searched for more pillows to make sure the two of you could get lost in the cushiness of the bed. It wasn’t the largest bed and you somehow felt stressed at the thought of it not being big enough.

You didn’t stress very long though. You found yourself getting wet with slick and overcome with heat. You could hardly wait for Yoongi to get here. You wanted him here so badly. You knew he could help, knew he would help.

You tried your best, you really did, but you couldn’t take it anymore. The clenching in your core was too much to ignore. You peeled of your pants and underwear, making sure to toss them off the bed. You had just begun to massage your clit when you were hit with smell of fresh pine. With a whine you looked at your doorway to see Yoongi entering your room.

Yoongi was dressed in tight jeans and a leather jackets. He was wearing a beanie probably to try and make his messy dark hair seem neater. You let out whine that had him instantly coming to your side.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” he said. “Do you still want me here?”

“Yes,” you said. You tried to keep your voice from sounding as desperate as you felt. You couldn’t tell if you were successful.

“Okay I need you to watch me for a bit. Look at me, okay?” You nodded your head at him. “Use your words.”

“Okay,” you said.

You kept your eyes on him as he revealed himself to you. First, he took off his beanie, revealing that you had been right. His hair was an utter mess. Then he removed his jacket, dropping it to the floor before lifting his t-shirt over his head. It revealed his milky torso, but you barely had anytime to dwell on it because he went straight to removing his jeans wasting no time in pulling them off equally milky legs. You thought he would stop there, but he kept going. He took off his plaid boxers to reveal his already half hard cock.

You let out a desperate whine at the sight, suddenly remembering that you were very much in heat. You heard Yoongi mutter something in Korean before dropping to the ground and digging something out of the pocket of his leather jacket.

“Can I come on the bed?” he asked.

“Please do,” you said, with a huff of laughter.

Yoongi climbed onto the bed, placing whatever was in his hands further up on the bed. He was being very formal. You heard him inhale thought he might have growled just a little bit.

“Can you sit up? I’m going to help you out of the rest of your clothes.”

You gave him a small yes and sat up and let him help you out of your sweater and bra. He gently helped you lay back on the bed and you realized your body was going crazy. His scent was amplified to your senses and all you wanted to do was surround yourself with it.

“Are your sure this is what you want?”

“Yes,” you found yourself snapping impatiently. He just gave a deep chuckle at that.

“Okay. If you want to stop at any point in time just tell me and I will. Don’t feel like we have to keep doing something because it seems like I’m enjoying it. You need to let me know is something hurts or makes you uncomfortable, all right?”

“All right. I mean this in the nicest way, but can you hurry up.”

This time Yoongi let out and actual laugh his lips upturning into a brief gummy smile before leaning down to capture your lips. This kiss, much like the first one you shared, was feather light and sweet. However, the second you began to kiss him back it changed. It became much more heated. He bit your lower lip and you gasped as his tongue took the opportunity to invade your mouth in the most delightful way. He was very much in control of the kiss, but somehow it wasn’t rough. You found yourself succumbing to the way it felt, arms moving to tug his body closer to you.

Yoongi growled and broke away to place soft kisses on your cheek trailing them to underneath your jaw and sucking lightly at the skin.

“Can I scent mark you?”

“Please do,” you replied.

The moment you felt Yoongi rub his scent gland against yours an overwhelming sense of calm washed over you. The scent of pine seemed to comfort you as much as the scent of peppermint was making him feel refreshed.

Yoongi was trying so hard not to rush. He didn’t want to rush your first time for you even if it was your heat. You were making it so hard for him when all he wanted to do was completely wreck you. The need to claim had never been his strongest alpha instinct, but suddenly it felt like it was the only one he could remember.

“Yoongi…”

Your voice stirred him from his thoughts and he looked down at you to see you rubbing your thighs together. Your dilated eyes connected with his and he smelt a fresh wave of peppermint go through the room. You were probably more than ready for him, but he wanted to take it slow.

He went back to work trailing kisses over your scent gland, but not marking you. That would come later. The kisses moved to your chest and when one of his hands came to cup a breast you rewarded him with a breathy sigh. He caught your eyes as he moved his mouth over to suck your nipple into his mouth and you let out the sweetest moan for him. He moved to the other and was given the same reward. He loved you like this.

Yoongi moved to put kisses between your breasts before once again moving up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He then repositioned himself, finally parting your legs, so that he could move his body in between them. His hand teasingly trailed up your thigh feeling the wetness that had managed to seep out and you were absolutely soaking for him.

“Tell me, what’s been down here baby?” he asked. His dark eyes searching yours for discomfort at his words. He saw confusion before he saw a spark of excitement run through them.

“Just fingers,” you replied. Yoongi trailed his hand over to your core just teasingly coming into contact with it.

“Who’s fingers baby?” Yoongi finally pressed his fingers to your clit, giving you some sort of relief.

“Mine,” you answered. You let out a moan of protest when he stopped. He was giving you a stern look. “And Jimin’s…”

Yoongi’s fingers pressed to your clit once again, but this time rubbing tiny circles that had you whimpering for more. The way his finger felt cold on your hot skin was so good. You didn’t want him to stop.

“Do you want something better than Jimin’s fingers?”

“Yes,” you replied. You let out a whine of protest when Yoongi removed his fingers from your clit. “What?”

“I’m going to give you something better baby. I’m going to give you my tongue.”

You felt your cheeks flush at the bold statement, but Yoongi didn’t give you much time to be embarrassed before pressing a soft kiss to your clit. He started slow and the sensation felt odd. It was weird when he licked a stripe up your slit before flicking at your clit with his tongue. You weren’t really sure what to think, but before you knew it the sensations were overwhelming.

He pulled your clit into his mouth, flicking at it quickly with his tongue making your body jolt in surprise at the sensation. The tightness in your core quickly building as he passionately devoured your core. Your hands gripped onto the blankets surrounding you as your hips involuntarily bucked up at a particularly strong suck.

“You can grab onto me.”

No sooner than when he said the words you found your hands raking through his dark locks, not sure whether to push him away from the overwhelming sensation or to pull him closer.

You were completely blindsided by your sudden orgasm. You let out a loud moan as you came, hands tugging on Yoongi’s hair as he continued to lap up the new slick dripping out of your core.

You felt the heat still thrumming through your body as Yoongi sat up. You watched as he wiped the excess slick from his chin biting back a groan as he looked you over. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your neck.

You wanted him so badly. Your core was greedily clenching around air as the aftershocks of your orgasm left you. You wanted nothing more than to get Yoongi inside, wanting to feel the way he’d fill you up. The way he’d drill into you and make you cum.

“That was so good baby.” He brushed a hand comfortingly through your hair before placing more kisses by your jaw.

“Yoongi… Inside,” you whined. “Please I can’t take it.”

“Baby…” he said, moving back so he could look at you. “I’m not going to rush. We’re going to go nice and slow. I’m going to open you up really good okay?”

“Yoongi please!”

He shushed you. Yoongi trailed a hand back to your core and slowly inserted a finger into you. It went in no problem. It didn’t surprise him with how wet you were. He wanted to make sure though that you came enough to get out of this wave of your heat though. He added another finger beginning to stretch you open, even with your heat you were tight.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good. It feels good…”

Yoongi groaned at you. You were an absolute vision right now. You took his finger so well and your eyes looked at him just pleading for him to make you cum. He didn’t want to disappoint you either.

“Can you cum on my fingers and I’ll give you my cock? Can you do that for me baby girl? Does it sound good?”

“I can do it,” you replied.

Yoongi felt you clench and unclench around him trying to get more stimulation. With a chuckle he added a third finger before beginning to move them in and out of you. When you gave a particularly loud moan he began to target that spot over and over again. Until you shut your eyes and threw back your head, letting out a whine. He felt the way your body tried to suck his fingers in as it released fresh slick.

“That’s my good girl.” Yoongi felt your body shiver at that. He would keep that in mind for later. “You ready for me baby?”

You nodded your head at him. Desperate eyes pleading with him and he frowned.

“I need your words baby. I need to hear you want me.”

“I want you Yoongi, alpha please.”

That word sparked something primal in him that he had been trying to hold back. His hands moved to grab a condom on the bed ripping it open and quickly rolling it onto his painfully pulsing cock.

He kissed you again. It was much rougher and more urgent than before and you instantly responded, hands coming up to tangle in his hair as you opened your mouth for him. He groaned in satisfaction before he lined himself up with your core.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi firmly buried himself in you, making sure to not go to fast. He let out a groan in surprise as he noticed you with your head thrown back eyes closed and blissfully moaning out. Your core trying to suck him in.

“Did you just cum baby?”

Yoongi watched as a flush covered your cheeks in embarrassment, giving him your answer. The shy girl he was used to seeing reappearing beneath him and further igniting his want.

“I couldn’t help it…” He moved to give you a soft kiss.

“It’s okay cum as many times as you want.”

You nodded your head at him and prepared yourself for him to start moving. Yoongi started gently at first. He just grinded the two of your bodies together, getting you used to him being inside you. However, you let out a pleased moan when he finally pulled back before thrusting in. Yoongi set a steady pace. His hands pressing themselves on either side of your head caging you in and surrounding you with his warmth and scent. It felt good.

“More…”

“More what, baby?”

You opened your eyes to see a teasing look on his face as he watched you.

“I don’t know just whatever you’re doing.”

He hummed before his hips snapped with more force than before into you, causing you to let out a whine of approval as he continued his new pace. Each thrust seeming to make that knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. You knew you were going to cum again. You tried to tell him, but found that this time your Korean failed you. Your words coming out in a jumbled mess that seemed to please him. Your head tipped back as you went over the edge, bearing your neck to him.

“Can I still mark you?”

“Yes.”

You brought your hands up to guide Yoongi to your neck as began to suck at the gland on your neck sending a new wave of pleasure through your body as he left the mark on your skin. You could feel the knot in your stomach winding tighter again quickly as he kept thrusting into you.

“Alpha, I’m going to… <em>again!</em>”

“It’s okay omega.” The name sent a tremor through your body and you felt yourself building up too quickly again. “I’m going to cum too. Do you still want my knot?”

“I want my alpha’s knot!”

Yoongi’s hips suddenly picked up speed to slam into you with force you hadn’t known he had and you felt yourself building up again. You were just on the edge of your release when you felt the sensation of Yoongi growing in you. You didn’t dwell on it as you felt yourself cum once again, your core trying to suck Yoongi in.

You fought to keep your eyes open as you felt Yoongi’s pace turn into grinding as his knot grew too large to pull out of you. He buried his face into your neck as he let out a loud groan as he came his body covering yours protectively as he shook from his orgasm.

The two of you held onto each other as your bodies began to calm. The heat no longer incessantly eating away at your body as the wave died down. The only sound in the room was the two of you panting.

“Do you want to mark me?” Yoongi asked.

He pulled his face away just enough to look into your eyes, hand coming naturally to stroke at your cheek. You were surprised. Most alphas didn’t like to be marked by their partners, it showed some sort of submission. The thought of marking up his milky skin was very tempting though.

“Can I?”

“Of course you can (y/n),” he responded.

Yoongi bared the right side of his neck to you and you carefully moved to it. You placed kisses along it until you came to his scent gland where you sucked delicately at the soft skin, making Yoongi produce a sound that sounded almost like a purr of satisfaction. You pulled away to see him smiling softly at you.

“You look tired,” he stated. “You should get some rest before your next wave.”

He carefully pulled you up, trying to make sure that his knot didn’t make it too uncomfortable for you to move. He positioned the two of you in a more comfortable position to lay down in.

“But your knot?” you asked. “Are you comfortable?”

“I’m fine, it will go down in about ten or fifteen minutes. You need to get some rest before then okay.”

“Okay.”

Yoongi placed a gentle kiss on your lips as he pulled you closer to him. In no time you were able to fall asleep to the relaxing scent of pine surrounding you. Yoongi found himself drifting off shortly after as he listened to the rhythmic beat of your heart.

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Soldier prompt - Robin surprises Regina in Germany at Christmas (bonus point for smut)

Happy Little Christmas!

“Hey, no sad faces at Christmas,” David teased Regina, sitting down next to her. “Turn that frown upside down.”

She gave him a glare. “It’s not Christmas yet. I can be gloomy all I want for now.”

“Come on, at least we’re in Germany and not in the Middle East,” David said, nudging her with his shoulder. “Right?”

“I guess so.”

He sighed now, shaking his head. “Okay, what is it?”

She bit her lip before admitting: “It’s my first Christmas away from Robin and I guess I’m not in a very holly jolly mood.”

“I know it’s hard,” he said softly, covering one of hands with one of his own. “But you can’t be a Grinch the entire season because of that. Robin wouldn’t want it.”

“Is that why you’re always so cheery? Because of Mary Margaret?” she asked, biting her lip again.

He nodded. “And my mom. She loves Christmas too.”

“I can see that,” Regina replied, smiling at the thought of Ruth Nolan wearing a tacky Christmas sweater while decorating an ornament heavy Christmas tree and surrounded by twinkling lights as Christmas songs played.

“You’ll have plenty of Christmases with Robin,” David assured her. “And you’ll just delay this one. So you get two!”

She chuckled. “I guess that can’t be too bad.”

“And you have plenty of time to get him a gift,” he continued.

“I have it. I plan to mail it to him so he gets it on time,” she replied, feeling pretty accomplished.

David scowled. “You’re making some of us look bad.”

“Ask me if I care,” she shot back.

He chuckled, letting go of his hand to start eating his lunch. “Robin is a lucky bastard, I’ll tell you that.”

“I’m the lucky one, David,” she told him. “Trust me on that.”

It snowed a few days before Christmas. Regina pulled her coat tighter around her as she hurried across base to see if any mail had come for her. Robin had said that he had sent her present and that she should expect it right before Christmas. Time was running out and she was growing impatient.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets, cursing out the postal system if they lost her present. I will make them pay…

Two hands covered her eyes and a familiar British accented voice said: “Guess who.”

“Robin?” she asked, wondering if she was dreaming. Her heart pounded and she suddenly felt warm all over. “Is that really you?”

He chuckled, moving his hands and turning her around gently. “Surprise!”

Robin stood there in his thick green coat with his familiar blue scarf wrapped around his neck. A visitor’s pass was pinned to his jacket and he wore it proudly as he smiled at her. “I spoke to a few people at the base and they arranged for me to get a visitor’s pass as long as I got myself to Germany. So here I am.”

“You were my present,” she realized with a smile. When he nodded in confirmation, she laughed and hugged him.

He held her close, rubbing her back. “I couldn’t bear spending Christmas without you.”

“David told me I was turning into a Grinch because I couldn’t be with you,” she told him, still grinning like a madwoman. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“And here I am,” he said, pulling away from her.

She frowned, though, realizing one thing. “I don’t have permission to be off base.”

He smiled. “That might not be a problem,” he replied cryptically.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.” Robin winked at her.

She shook her head before taking his arm. “Come on. I’ll show you around my home away from home.”

Regina was given R+R for three days around Christmas.

Her CO smiled as he handed her the slip of paper granting her her freedom for the next few days. “Merry Christmas, Lieutenant. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“I will, sir,” she said before adding: “But not too much, sir.”

“I trust you to know your limits, Lieutenant,” he replied, winking. “Dismissed.”

She saluted him before leaving, eager to pack her bag. For some reason, she knew that Robin was waiting to pick her up and take her to his hotel so they could spend Christmas together. And it was perfect.

David met her in their bunk, smiling. “Someone get R and R for Christmas?”

“Yes I am,” she said happily before guilt hit her. She looked up, feeling like an awful friend. “Oh, David, I’m sorry…”

He shook his head. “It’s okay, Regina. You and Robin go enjoy your Christmas. Mary Margaret and I will enjoy ours soon enough.”

Regina hugged him, wishing he could have the same gift she had gotten. “Merry Christmas, David.”

“Merry Christmas, Regina,” he replied. “And give my best to Robin.”

She nodded, grabbing her bag. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

Robin’s hotel was not far from the base. They had dinner in its restaurant before heading up to his room. He let her in and she noticed the large king bed first before anything else. Several decorative pillows covered it and Regina had to resist the urge to jump onto the bed, just lying there.

“If you like the bed, wait until you see the bathtub,” Robin said, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and she giggled, feeling lighter than air.

“Is that an invitation, Mr. Locksley?” she asked.

He hummed, kissing her neck again. “It certainly is, Lieutenant.”

“Don’t call me that,” she replied, even surprising herself. But now that she said it, she meant it. “I just want to be Regina for Christmas. Okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered before pulling away. “Wait here while I go draw us a bath.”

She chuckled, sitting on the bed and taking a deep breath as she heard the water turn on in the bathroom. This was going to be a great Christmas–no army, no titles. It was just her and Robin–the way it should be.

Robin got them champagne for Christmas Eve. “Since we won’t be ringing in the New Year together,” he said. “We’ll have to cram it in tonight as well.”

“You’ll get no complaints from me,” she said, lounging on the couch in her pajamas. She sat up, pulling him toward her. “I just want to be with you.”

He smiled, sitting down next to her. “We are together, Regina.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant.”

“I do,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “Let me change in my pajamas and I’ll join you on the couch shortly.”

Regina decided she didn’t want to snuggle on the couch after all. She nicked the champagne bottle from where Robin had left it and followed him further into the room. “No pajamas.”

He paused, hovering over his luggage before looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. “No pajamas?”

“No,” she said, plopping down on her bed. “In fact, I think I need help out of mine.”

Robin’s lips formed a perfect o before settling into a smirk. “I see. Well, I guess I should help you.”

“I guess you should,” she purred, motioning for him to come closer.

He climbed onto the bed, crawling over to her and reaching for the bottle she held. “I see you brought the champagne.”

“We’re celebrating,” she reminded him, letting go of her hold on the bottle. She started to pop his shirt buttons one by one as he set it aside.

Robin leaned back against the pillows, smirking at her. “Someone’s impatient.”

“I’m horny,” she said, “and I haven’t seen or touched you in months.”

He raised his eyebrow. “And what do you call yesterday?”

“You know what I mean.” She pulled his shirt off him and began working on his pants. “We have so much time to make up for.”

“I know but I want to relish every moment with you.” He covered the hand she had on his belt, stilling her work.

She looked up and he smiled, leaning closer to her. “The memories we make in this room are going to have to last us a few more months at the very least. So let’s take it slow, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, melting into his arms. He laid her down on the bed and she smiled up at him. “What do you want to do first?”

“Kiss you.”

He captured her lips and she moaned, snaking her hand behind his neck to pull him closer. She nibbled at his bottom lip and he opened up for her, deepening the kiss as he pressed his body closer to hers.

She ran her hands down his chest, tracing her fingers over each contour of his body. Regina missed every part of him and she realized he was right–they needed to take this slow so she could savor every moment with him. It was going to have to last her when she was back in her bunk without him by her side.

“I miss kissing you,” he whispered, trailing kisses along her jaw. “My pillow just doesn’t compare.”

“I would hope not,” she snorted, guiding his head–and lips–down to her neck. He obliged, kissing along her neck until he found the right spot that would turn her into a puddle of goo.

Regina moaned as he sucked at her pressure point, feeling a familiar itch in her core. She started to rut against Robin’s leg, thankfully placed between her own. It dulled the sensation for now but she knew she would have to her attention there soon.

“I feel a little overdressed,” she said, running her hands over his bare torso again.

He chuckled. “You are a little overdressed, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’d say this.” He tugged her night shirt up and over her head as she raised her arms to help him. Robin tossed the shirt to join his on the floor. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” she said, bringing his hands up to her breasts. He cupped them and she sighed. “Perfect.”

He hummed, nuzzling her as he toyed with her nipples. “I have to agree.”

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling coursing through her. Especially as she kept rutting against his leg, picking up speed. “When do you want to lose the pants?”

“In good time,” he replied. “First, I think these two beauties deserve some attention.”

His lips closed over one of her nipples, tongue warm and wet against it. She moaned as he teased it, wanting him to give some place else on her body. It ached for someone to touch it.

“Robin,” she pleaded as he moved to her other breast. “I need…”

“Shh,” he said. “I know. Trust me, okay?”

She nodded, laying back down. “Just…don’t torture me, please?”

He gave her a soft smile. “I won’t. And it will all be worth the wait, I promise.”

“Knowing you, I have no doubt of that.” She closed her eyes and decided to just let herself feel.

She felt Robin trail kisses down her torso, dipping his tongue into her navel. It sent a jolt straight to her core and she whined, despite her best effort to swallow it. Letting out a shaky breath, she reminded herself to be patient and that it would all be worth it.

His lips went lower and she felt his fingers tug at her pajama pants. Robin slowly lowered them, kissing her newly revealed skin as it appeared inch by inch. First he, we went down her right leg before going back up her left once the pants were removed. He then fiddled with her panties. “I was expecting something lacier,” he admitted.

“Are you disappointed?” she asked, opening her eyes to read his expression. It seemed as neutral as his tone, though.

Robin shook his head. “I don’t care if you’re wearing lace, cotton or muslin. I much prefer you au naturel.”

“Smooth,” she replied, rolling her eyes before wincing as he removed her underwear. “Unlike me.”

He chuckled. “Do you think I care if you’ve gotten a wax lately? Or that you might be hairy? I love you no matter what…Just as long as you’ve showered recently.”

She rolled her eyes. “Good to know.”

“Now, enough talking,” he said, kissing her inner thigh. “I know far better things for my lips to be doing.”

“Oh?” she asked. He lowered his head toward her sex, sucking at her clit and making her moan. “Oooh.”

Robin lapped and sucked at her as if she were a fine meal and he was a starving man. She had no reason to complain, not as her body writhed from the pleasure coursing through her. Regina’s fingers gripped the pillow behind her as her toes curled around the sheets covering the bed, her back starting to arch off the mattress.

She shouted his name as he teased her entrance with one of his fingers. “Oh, god, you’re going to kill me like this.”

He chuckled, the vibrations against her clit making her quiver. She started to whine. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” he said, kissing her thigh again. “I have no intention of leaving this room until you have to return to base.”

“We’re going to have to eat. And I don’t count,” she added quickly, giving him a pointed look.

He smirked at her. “It’s called room service. Which we’ll worry about later. Now, can I finish?”

“Sure, though I don’t think that’s something you should brag about,” she shot back, leaning back against the pillows with a satisfied smirk.

Robin chuckled before sucking at her clit again. She gasped as he slid his finger into her, pumping in and out as he licked and sucked at her. His finger brushed against her g-spot, making her hips buck. Spurred on by her reaction, he added another finger and she was soon babbling, feeling her climax approaching.

Her undoing came courtesy of one broad lick of Robin’s tongue against her clit at the same time his fingers pressed against the right spot inside her. She shouted her name, almost sitting up as her hand flew to his head. Her fingers tugged at his head but he kept lapping at her as juices flowed from her. Only one of his fingers remained inside her, pumping lazily as she rode out her orgasm.

She collapsed onto the mattress, her body trembling as he pulled his finger out of her. Regina watched him lick it, reigniting the flames deep inside her as he laid down beside her.

Robin ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her neck. “How was that?”

“I think you know,” she replied, panting.

“I still like to hear you say it,” he said, nuzzling her. “Please.”

She chuckled. “It was fucking amazing.”

“And it’s going to get even better,” he vowed, kissing her neck.

“I’m sure it is,” she replied, gently pushing him onto his back. “Now, it’s your turn.”

His eyes widened but his smile transformed into a smirk as he tucked his hands beneath his head. “By all means…”

She chuckled, kissing her way down his chest. Regina dragged her tongue over every contour of his body, reacquainting herself with it yet knowing it as well as her own. As she got lower, she took his cock in her hand and pumped a few times, hearing him groan.

“Do you like that?” she purred, hooding her eyes as she looked at him.

“God, yes,” he groaned, fingers carding through her hair. “More, please.”

She slid her hands toward his balls, giving them a squeeze and illiciting another moan from him. Regina smirked. “Since you asked so nicely and since it’s Christmas, I guess I’ll oblige…”

Regina took him into her mouth, running her tongue up his shaft as she sucked his cock. His fingers pressed into her scalp as she continued, hearing him groan and feeling him start to buck like she had earlier. She held his hips down so she could control the movements, taking more and more of him as she went on.

As Robin moaned between breathy gasps, she relaxed her gag reflex and took him deeper into her throat. He let out a shout. “FUCK, REGINA!”

She never felt prouder.

“Oh god,” he groaned. “I’m close, Regina. I’m…I’m gonna…”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence. She pulled back, allowing her to work his cock with her hands and her mouth. It wouldn’t take much, she knew, and she was ready for his release.

“REGINA!” He came hard and fast but she took it, swallowing it when he was done.

Once he came down from his own high, she kissed her way back up his trembling body. “Was it good?” she asked.

“You have to ask?” he panted, kissing her forehead. “It was bloody amazing.”

Her eyes grew heavy and she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sleepy.”

Robin hummed, pressing his cheek against her forehead. “Then let’s take a nap and continue this later. How does that sound?”

“Absolutely perfect,” she murmured. She closed her eyes as Robin pulled the blankets over them. Wrapped around her lover, she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

She awoke to feathery kisses pressed against her shoulder. Moaning, she pressed herself closer to the warm and hard body behind her. She felt a very alert part of Robin press against her ass and smiled. “Someone’s up,” she said.

“Did you just?” he asked, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I couldn’t help it,” she said, pleased with herself. “But it is the truth.”

He hummed, kissing her neck. “So what do you want to now?”

She rolled over in his arms so she faced him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled. “I want you to fuck me like you promised.”

“Okay,” he replied. “How do you want to be fucked?”

Regina bit her lip, giddy as one thought came up. “From behind. Please.”

“As you wish. On your knees, then, milady,” he instructed gently, pushing back the covers so they had plenty of room for their activities.

She happily turned over, bracing herself with her hands and knees. Robin tucked a pillow underneath her before kissing her neck. “So you’re comfortable,” he explained.

“Thank you,” she said, leaning back to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, rubbing her ass. He pressed a kiss just above it, the start of a trail of kisses he pressed along her spine. Robin finished by kissing her neck as his body was now pressed against hers, his arms brushing hers as he braced himself.

His lips grazed the shell of her ear. “Let me know if you feel uncomfortable or if I hurt you, okay?”

“I will,” she replied, voice just a whisper. “But I trust you.”

Robin kissed her shoulder before he slid his hand down her still slick stomach. He guided her legs open a bit more before slipping his finger between her folds, finding her clit. She moaned as he pressed against it. He started to rub it in lazy circles, reigniting the fire deep inside her as her fingers tightened on the headrest.

She let out a low moan as she closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his finger against her clit. Regina began to rock in time to the rhythm he set, her ass pressing against his cock. Its tip got closer and closer to her entrance, which she could tell was soaking wet and ready for it. She was ready for it.

Instead, he slid a finger into her. He pumped inside her, curling his feeling to brush against her spot. She cried out, surprised at how fast he got her worked her up. “Oh god…”

“Do you like that?” he asked, voice husky.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled, kissing behind her ear. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan to stop until you’re screaming my name.”

That sent a thrill through her, though it could’ve also been the second finger Robin had added. They moved in time together, his fingers pumping in and out of her as her head began to spin. She gripped the headboard tighter, moaning louder.

“Your choice,” he then whispered. “Another finger or my cock?”

It was a no-brainer to her. “Your cock,” she moaned.

“As you wish,” he said, kissing the back of her neck. He removed his fingers and she felt his tip press against her entrance.

He slid into her gently, letting her adjust to him from that angle as he filled her. Robin held her and didn’t move. She knew he was waiting for her to make the first move, to let him know that she was okay.

She pushed against him, wiggling her ass a bit. He chuckled, kissing her shoulder again. “Okay, okay.”

Robin began to pump in and out of her, his body pressing against her ass as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her. She closed her eyes as she rocked with him, panting as her body began to tremble. Regina held onto the headboard tighter, enjoying the feel of Robin’s cock inside her.

“Do you like that?” he asked in a low growl. It went straight to her core.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good,” he grunted, picking up the pace a bit more. “Too much?”

She shook her head, ignoring the beads of sweat rolling into her eyes as she blinked them away. “Need more.”

Robin’s rhythm slowed and his voice sounded amazed when he asked: “More?”

“Yes,” she said, reaching back behind her. “Give me your hand.”

She felt his hand sliding into hers. Regina guided it down between her legs, right to where they were joined. “Get the idea?”

He kissed her shoulder as he picked up his pace again, pumping in and out of her. “I do.”

Regina moaned, returning her hand to the headboard as she dug her nails into the wood. It started to hit against the wall as Robin continued to move in and out of her, her arms pushing and pulling it to match his rhythm. Sweat rolled down her cheeks and parted lips, dissolving on her tongue and leaving a salty aftertaste.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub as his cock found the right spot inside her. She cried out, her arms shaking as pleasure coursed through her. Closing her eyes, stars began to appear and she knew she was getting close.

“Oh god,” he groaned, the sound going straight to her core as he picked up his pace more. “You feel so good.”

“You too.” Her walls tightened around his cock and she knew she was close. “Faster, Robin.”

He moaned as his own rhythm grew erratic. “I don’t know if I can.”

Stars appeared before her eyes and she bit down on her lip before saying: “My clit, Robin. Faster there. Harder.”

He did as she asked and it took only a few more thrusts before she came, shouting his name. She rode out her orgasm as he came as well, groaning her name. They slowed their pace and her body began to tremble, her arms feeling like jelly and her grip loosening on the headboard.

They both collapsed onto the bed–she on her stomach and he on his back. He threw an arm over his eyes as he panted, smiling. “That was bloody fantastic.”

“I have to agree,” she said, wanting to cuddle against him but unable to move. All she could do was flop her hand onto his chest.

He sighed, kissing her forehead. “I think we need another nap.”

“Once again, I have to agree,” she replied before her stomach growled loudly. Sheepishly, she added: “But my stomach doesn’t.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” he said, reaching for the phone. “What do you say to some Christmas morning room service?”

She kissed his chest. “That you spoil me and I love it.”

He chuckled, ordering them some breakfast. As he hung up the phone, she reluctantly sat up and stretched. “We should probably take a shower before our food comes.”

“Or we could continue to cuddle,” he suggested, reaching up to try to pull her back down.

It was a tempting offer but as she moved, she felt the dried sweat and other fluids caking her skin. She scrunched up her nose, shaking her head. “I need a shower.”

He nodded, sensing her discomfort, and sat up. Robin rubbed her back as he grinned at her. “Care for some company?”

“Normally I would say yes,” she replied, hating that she couldn’t now. Not when she had such a short amount of time with him. “But someone needs to listen for room service.”

“Good point,” he acknowledged, kissing her. “Go. Take your shower and then we can cuddle on the couch when we’re both clean.”

She bit her lip as she climbed out of bed. Grabbing her things, she hurried into the bathroom. While she wanted to join Robin again as soon as possible, she was also going to enjoy her time with a real shower rather than a quick wash on base.

Merry, Merry Christmas.

Christmas songs played from the TV as they cuddled on the couch, the remnants of their breakfast left on the table as neither was ready to set it out in the hallway to be picked up. Instead, they exchanged lazy kisses as they laid together in their pajamas. Robin carded his fingers through her hair as she fisted his shirt, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear and she would find out it had all been a very, very good dream.

He broke the kiss, panting slightly. “As much as I would love to continue that, we still need to exchange presents.”

“Presents?” she asked with a frown. “I didn’t get you anything. I mailed it on ahead, remember? And I thought you were my present.”

Robin brushed some hair from her face, smiling softly. “You did mail it on ahead. And I did get it. I have it with me. And I brought another present for you so we could exchange them.”

She cupped his cheek with her hand. “You are the best.”

“I know,” he said, kissing her palm. He then slid from under her and walked over to his bag, opening it up. Robin pulled out two wrapped gifts and returned to the couch with them.

He handed the smaller of the two to her. “Merry Christmas, Regina.”

“Merry Christmas, Robin,” she replied, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”

They both tore at the wrapping paper on their gifts, pulling it off and discarding it on the couch as they got to the treasure inside. She paused for a bit to watch Robin open up the laptop case she had gotten him, black with his initials embroidered into it. She held her breath as she waited for his verdict.

“Oh, Regina,” he sighed, studying it. He grinned at her. “It’s perfect.”

“You kept talking about how you were certain your case was going to disintegrate one day, I thought I’d give you a new one before that happened. I think this looks very professional,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head. “Yes, it does. Thank you.”

She played with the zipper. “Open it. There’s more.”

“More?” he asked, confused. She sat up as he unzipped the bag and reached inside it, pulling out a silver chain with dogtags on them. He looked at her, a question in his eyes.

“Yes,” she answered his unasked question. “That is a replica of my dogtags. So you have something of mine with you while I’m gone.”

He smiled at her before kissing her. As he pulled back, he tapped the present she still held. “Open yours.”

She chuckled, pulling off the wrapping paper. Regina opened the box on her lap, confused when she found an Army sweatshirt inside. She had many of these back on base–why would she need another one? Why would he get her one? Was he scared she was cold in the Middle East?

“Smell it,” he told her, confusing her even more.

Regina, though, pulled the sweatshirt out of the box and raised it to her face. Taking a deep breath in, she was assaulted by a mixture of pine, grass, Robin’s favorite fabric softener and a smell that was distinctly his, though she couldn’t never quite describe it. She realized it was a sweatshirt he had worn constantly and wondered if it was the one she had given him.

“It’s not the one you got me,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I bought one and wore it for a couple months to break it in as well as getting it to smell just like me. You mentioned a few times that you missed having me around and wanted a few more mementos of me…so I thought this would be perfect.”

She held it to her chest, touched by his gesture. Tears filled her eyes as she smiled. “I love it.”

“Good,” he replied. “Are you going to wear it all the time?”

“No, it’s a bit too hot. But it’s going on my bed so I can pretend I’m sleeping with you every night,” she told him, kissing him.

He broke the kiss, nudging her nose with his. “Looks like we had similar ideas this Christmas.”

She chuckled. “Great minds, you know.”

“Indeed,” he said, placing his bag in the box. She did the same with her sweatshirt and they placed the boxes to the side, curling up with each other on the couch.

Regina rested her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She smiled, glad she had Robin to celebrate Christmas with this year. And she hoped it was just the first of many to come.

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