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drewsbuzzcut · 20 days

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Wake For The Glory

Mat Barza x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: mentions/alludes of sex and alcohol consumption (this is only slightly edited)

This takes place in present time (pre kids)

“You’re so sexy.”

“You played so well tonight.”

“I’m so proud of you, hotshot.”

You heave out those words in between the kisses being planted on Mat. He willingly takes your assault, thriving in the attention you’re providing him.

If you weren’t so distracted by your boyfriend, you’d feel bad for the driver who has to listen to your moans and the smack of your lips on Mat’s. You’re not on his lap, yet, but you do have a leg tossed over his and your body is pressed into his side. Between every breathless lip lock exchange, you try to guide your core over his pant clad thigh. Almost silent whines of discontent escape your throat when your efforts prove to be fruitless.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper in Mat’s ear, giggling when you feel him shiver.

“You’re going to have to wait, pretty girl,” he mutters into your open mouth kiss.

You pout at him and before you can argue, you’re nothing being ushered out of the car and into the bar. You’re immediately greeted by Sydney and Alexa, making you forget all about your hot commodity of a boyfriend.

“You changed?” Alexa asks, noting you’re no longer donning your Barzal jersey and black, leather pants. Instead you’re in a mini skirt and a sheer, black sleeveless turtleneck.

“Yes! I had to make the backseat my changing room,” you explain. It’s not the first time you’ve had to change in the backseat of a car. It’s actually happened a lot more than you’d think, but that’s because you’re a model and sometimes you have to make quick changes.

“You’re literally my favorite it girl,” Sydney grins, pulling you and Alexa into a group hug.

“Please. I can only wish to be as cool as you when I grow up,” you say sincerely. You admire Sydney so much.

“Let’s go get some drinks!”

After a quick five minutes at the bar ordering drinks, you and the girls make your way to an empty pool table. You laugh and chat as you three move around the table.

“What’re your plans with Mat for the offseason?” Alexa asks as she spies Mat behind you, staring you down without you even realizing.

“Italy for a month, Canada for I’m not sure how long, and maybe Bahamas. I’m for sure going to the Bahamas because I have a photo shoot scheduled, but I’m hoping Mat will come with me,” you respond, getting ready to take your next shot at the game.

You grab your pool stick and get into position to shoot the cue ball. You lean down to get eye level and calculate your next move.

“Of course I’m going with you. I’d never miss an opportunity to see you in a bikini,” Mat whispers hotly in your ear. His body cages you in from behind, his hands settling on the edge of the table and the whiskey on his breath invading your senses. It makes you completely miss your shot as you feel a pulse of excitement spark deep in your core.

“You messed up my shot,” you groan, ignoring his words but turning around to face him.

You give him a playful shove to his chest, trying not to laugh at his infectious cackle. Your chrome, islanders blue nails scratch at the nape of his neck. You smile at his relaxed state, eyes closed and lips spread out in a grin.

“I’m going to need you girls to stop stealing my girlfriend away from me,” Mat teases his teammates’ significant others.

He wraps an arm around your neck and glues his lips to your flushed cheek. You’re happy to rub at his muscled torso.

“Oh hush. I needed some girl time,” you respond.

“That’s not what you were saying in the car,” again he whispers in your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe and making you squirm.

It’s so hard not to fall into your own little bubble when you’re around Mat. He just makes everything disappear. You wrap both arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Mat holds you at the waist as his tongue swirls around yours, pulling soft moans from your throat. Sydney and Alexa snicker at the both of you, but it’s not enough to grab your attention.

“Do you hear the song? I think it’s a sign for us to go home,” Mat says against your lips. Your ears catch the opening of “Tempest” by Deftones. It’s one of the songs on your sex playlist.

“Nope. You’re the one that has to wait now, hotshot.” Your lips drag against his and with your last word, you bite and pull on his bottom lip.

The look in your eye is dangerous and alluring, Mat feels like a moth to a flame. Your hands are even worse as they tease the hem of his jeans and the zipper covering his thickening cock.

You peck his mouth and turn around, so your back is to his chest. His hands grabs ahold of yours and he moves your body along with his to the beat of the song. Your ass grinds against his groin and his large hand takes up your entire abdomen. Even though you’re on the taller side, Mat easily makes you seem much smaller.

It doesn’t even dawn on the both of you that you’re dancing in a bar when no one else is. You and your boyfriend are just simply enjoying the moment and teasing each other until you’re dragging one another to the restroom. You lean your head back against his shoulder and let your doe eyes gaze into his darkened stare. Images of him fucking you to the song swirl in his irises.

Lifting your chin, you suck on the sharpness of his jaw. You continue your path until your lips are next to his ear.

“Stare at the ceiling and switch back to your time. Just go ahead now, try and taste it. I know it should be ripe,” you rasp the lyrics and your voice -albeit you’re not a singer- hypnotizes him like a vicious siren call.

You know exactly what you’re doing and you’re smug about it. Your devious smirk alerts him of your teasing and he can’t help but be in awe of you. Especially when you willingly follow him into the restroom after the song concludes.

a/n: This is just a random thought I got this morning! It was very needed as I’ve been stuck on the other fics/blurbs for them. Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fic #visceral in doses #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders

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george-weasleys-girl · 6 months

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smut request/ idea:

fred weasley with a really bratty, playful and smiley reader and then he's like being rlly cute with her but in a hot way idk? like she's teasing him and running around and stuff and he's playing along but then he's like okay enough and it gets kinda rough and then she goes all quiet and thennnn HE teases her? and then he's rlly caring after stuff

I hope you get the idea idekkkk? lmao

Naughty

I've not written anything quite like this before. I hope it's at least, ok-ish. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: smut, teasing, oral(male receiving), intercourse, orgasm control

18+only

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

~•~

"Oh dear, I'm such a clutz," Y/N giggled and bent over to pick up the dish soap she'd "accidentally" knocked onto the floor. Fred smirked, his eyes locked on her deliciously adorable ass sticking up in air.

She'd been teasing him ever since he got home from work. Skipping around the house in that flouncy, lavender mini dress that she knew drove him crazy, and acting like a fucking burlesque dancer, giving him a little peek and then taking it away. She turned and gave him a big, innocent grin and then bounced past him, pointedly staying just out of arms reach. Fred chuckled at her antics. He could've easily leaned forward and grabbed her. But he was enjoying the show. And he was curious to see how far she'd push him.

"Come 'ere, baby," Fred patted his lap. "Cuddle with me for a minute."

"But I need to finish the dishes," she whined.

"Just use your wand, love."

"No," she stomped her foot. "You know how I love doing the dishes the muggle way."

Fred arched an eyebrow but said nothing. He knew as well as she did, how much she hated doing the dishes without magic.

"Baby girl, come here."

"I'm almost done. Just two more minutes," she flashed him a mischievous grin. "You can wait that long, can't you?"

The corners of Fred's mouth quirked up. "I'm counting." He looked down at his watch.

Less than two minutes later, Y/N pulled the plug from the sink and dried her hands. She turned and meandered toward him, swinging her hips in a way that sent a wave of desire down his spine. He smiled up at her, patting his lap again. But at the last second, she jumped out of his reach again with a giggle and ran down the hall.

That's it.

Fred chased after her, catching up in only a few steps, wrapping his arm around her wrist and pulling her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed. His eyes blazed down at her, and Y/N gulped hard. "When I tell you to do something," he growled, jerking her legs open and shoving her panties to the side before slamming three fingers deep into her wet cunt. "You fucking do it. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir," Y/N gasped, eyes wide, as he finger-fucked her.

"Good," he replied and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean. "It's a shame you had to act like a little brat today. I was looking forward to feeling your tight, little pussy pulse around me." He shrugged. "Oh well, I guess you'll just have to sit there and watch me get myself off. Fred unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, stroking it slowly.

"P-please, sir, I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl." She begged.

Fred smirked, watching her desperate cunt twitch with every stroke of his cock. "Too late, baby," he groaned, picking up the pace. "I'd love to make you fill this good, but... "

"I'm so sorry," she continued pleading. "I won't do it again, sir."

"You said that the last time."

Y/N stuck her bottom lip out. "I mean it this time."

He tilted his head, thinking. "Ok, baby girl," he said finally. "Suck my cock good enough and I might change my mind."

Without hesitation, she got on her hands and knees and crawled toward him. Fred looked down at her and smiled affectionately, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Open wide," he said and pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock past her lips until it hit the back of her throat making her gag a little. She repositioned herself and begins to bob up and down on his cock. Sometimes deep throating his entire length and other times focusing on the sensitive head.

"Fuck baby girl," he groans, fingers curling into her hair. "That feels incredible."

Y/N's pussy ached at the praise, but she didn't dare to touch herself, putting all her focus on sucking him dry. It doesn't take long before Fred's groans and grunts deepen and his balls to contract. She moved faster, knowing that any second now her mouth would be flooded with his cum. She felt his cock twitch. Almost there. Then, with a loud groan, he pushed her off. "Sir?" Y/N looked up at him, confusion clear on her face.

"I want to cum in your cunt," he said, climbing onto the bed behind her and slamming his full length into her with one savage thrust. Y/N moaned, her needy pussy clenching hard around him as he pounded into her. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you," he growled her ear, hammering even deeper.

She shook her head, barely to form words. "Yes... " she gasped, and then he changed angles, hitting her g-spot dead on, taking her breath away as she clawed at the bedsheets willing herself not to cum.

"Oh fuck," Fred groaned. He was close, and by the way she was pulsing around him, he knew she was too. "Almost there, baby. You're doing so good." It only took a few more thrusts, and he felt his orgasm surging up through his cock. "Now, baby," he groaned. "Cum NOW!" He exploded inside her, and she screamed his name as she came, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

They both collapsed, and Fred pulled her onto his chest, even as they still worked to catch their breath. "You ok, love?" He asked.

"Mhmm," she smiled up at him. "Felt wonderful."

He kissed her forehead. "You were very naughty today. If it happens again, I might not be so lenient."

"Yes, my love," she snuggled closer to him, a small grin on her face, knowing damn good and well that he would be.

And so did he.

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @charmedfandomgal @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman @Havenater1920 @jelloangela @whotfskai @netflix-addict @lunacurlclaw

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #hp fandom #hp universe

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prettytranzboy · 1 year

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Eren Yeager/Jeager x bottom reader?

It can be anything you want btw I really don’t mind

Thank you for requesting!

Your one if the first so im excited!!

I hope you enjoy it ♡♡

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Eren couldn't deny his feelings for you, you were perfect in every way. No matter if you made a mistake or not and if anyone thought otherwise, they must be mentle in the head.

You were sent to clean the kitchen with Yeager. You were quite the shy one around Eren, not being able to look in his eye or just muttering hoping he'll hear you- He didn't.

You washed the dishes from dinner, humming a tune completely forgot about Yeager. You felt arm around your waist and without a second thought, you hit the person behind you with the dish you were holding while letting out a small scream.

But the you realize, you hit Eren right in the nose which starts bleed.

"Oh shit- I'm so sorry Eren, hold your head back to stop the bleeding. Um I'll go get som tissue or something!"

And just like that you were gone, blush filled your cheek while feeling embarrassed. I mean- you hit your crush with a haft washed dish but couldn't or at least try not to think about it.

You came back with some tissue help Eren this his nose bleed, you didnt realize how close you were to him before quickly backing off.

"Y-your noes isn't broken... thankfully..but you should put some ice on it."

You said while looking everywhere else but his eyes

"Sorry again..."

"N-no no your good, I've shouldn't have done that in the first place.."

Eren fail to make a move on you, needless to say that he was disappointed.

"I-I should be going now...sorry about your noes..."

Now you were gone for good, going back to your down you tried forgetting what happened today but it didn't go away, no matter what it was there. That night you didn't get any sleep.

The next day you went looking for Eren to see if he was ok, that was the least you can do, right? Once you found him, you check his noes again be close to him.

"You smell good today"

"Huh really? I just got back from training, I don't think I smell good.."

You back away with a blush

"Nonsense, you smell amazing and you look good today, n-not that you don't look good every day cause you gorgeous in every day. N-not gorgeous... that sounds to feminine, not like you are feminine nor gorgeous but-"

He was cut off by a chuckle, you were laughing at him. Not in a mean way of course.

Your adorable...

I-I.. what im trying to say is your handsome, really handsome. Come to my room tonight, I wanna show you that I love you..

"You.. Love me?"

Of course, who couldn't!

Eren gave a goofy smile which made you laugh again.

"Okay... I'll meet you then but I need to go now, I have to help hange. Bye Eren!"

You kissed Yeager cheek and ran away and Eren stood there with a blush a cross his face plus a borner....wait what-

It soon got dark, you were heading to Erens room. Before you knocked, you heard moaning coming from the other side of the door.

"Fuck... MC~ shi- suck this cock like a g-good boy~"

You hesitate before entering quietly, Eren was jerking off in bed moaning your name. You couldn't help but feel hot every time he moans your name.

You decide to help him out a bit. Yeager was laying down with his legs spread, a perfect view of his cock. You went in between his legs and started licking the tip of his uncut dick. He tasted salty yet sweet, you wanted more.

You start on sucking the tip which gets Eren attention

"M-MC! W-what wa- fuuck~"

You went deeper and deeper into you hit the base, you started to gag a bit, realizing on how big it really was. If you look closely, you can see his throat bulge of Eren long and girthy cock. He was suprise, this wasn't the shy boy from eariler.

"Yeah... thats it MC, t-take this cock im already so close to cumming~"

Bobbing your head up and down like your life depends on it, this was a once an a life time opportunity and you were not going to pass it up.

You felt his hands go through your hair before getting a grip and fucking your throat.

"Fuuuuck~! Your mine, M-mine! My boyfriend, my good boy, my slut~"

A few more minutes past before Eren started to get sloppy while fucking your throat.

"Get ready cause I'm cumming...!"

Streams of cum fills your mouth, this made you forced to swallow every single drop of seven.

After awhile he let go, taking his cock out. You were breathing heavily while smiling happily

"Wait- you swallows my cum?"

"I didn't have much of a choice, you filled my mouth to the brim~"

You chuckle a bit

"So... what you said earlier, im your boyfriend now..?"

"If you want to be...I would love it"

"I would love to be your boyfriend~"

#bottom male reader #eren yaeger x male reader #sub male reader #mlm

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softguarnere · 1 year

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hey dove! how are you? family Christmas is coming up and I have a sneaking suspicion this year is going to be a doozy. your writing always cheers me up and I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Joe Toye? maybe reuniting after the war ends or the first Christmas back home together?

I've literally been rereading all of your stuff bc it's the only thing keeping me sane as of rn xD hope you're having a great day/night!

I'll Be Right Here Waiting/Put It Back Together

Joe Toye x reader

A/N: My dear, you have no idea how much this message means to me 🥹 The thought that the things I write to cheer myself up might be a comfort to someone else is so humbling 💕As someone who has also been dealing with lots of family drama this Christmas, I am sending you virtual hugs and good vibes - we will make it through this 🤝

Y'all know I try my darndest to write requests in the order that I get them. (And if I've taken forever to get to yours, I'm truly sorry, and I promise I'm working on it!) However, this message hit really close to home, and writing it felt like the distraction that I've been needing.

For those of you who enjoy my song title references, this one comes from Lucky by Two Door Cinema Club! (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of war and hospitals, over use of italics - as usual

Funny, how one can grow so accustomed to unusual circumstances that going back to what was previously normal can be what feels like the drastic change. As the men that you’ve spent the past few years of your life with mill around the deck of the ship, your heart aches a little with the realization that for many of you, this might be it.

Even though you’ve exchanged addresses and given each other instructions on how to keep in touch, realistically you know that you may never see or hear from some of these friends ever again. Sure, you’ve all promised to remain in contact, but making a promise is one thing, and keeping that promise once you’ve moved on with your life and had family and friends and jobs and time get in the way is a completely different thing.

The evidence to prove this is there: there have been plenty of friends that you lost touch with after they were removed from the line and taken to hospitals. Even you, as a nurse, had a difficult time keeping track of them. Unfortunately, even someone who might have been more than a friend, had fate not seen it fit to send him home . . .

How do you go back to what you once knew when you’re so changed? What will you do when the things you saw during the war weigh heavy on your mind in the middle of the night, and the nearest person who would understand what you’re feeling is miles and miles away?

This might be it. The ship pulls into the harbor. People on the docks scream and whoop in delight as you and the other nurses and all the soldiers lean over the rail and wave, smile bright despite the dull worry gnawing at the back of your mind.

This might be it. Babe and Luz and Liebgott all shake your hand and slap your shoulders and trade slips of paper with you, promising to keep the flame of friendship alive between you.

This might be it. You’re gathering your few personal belongings and trying to push through the throngs of people with them, wondering where the loved ones who were supposed to meet you could be.

This might be –

“Let me help you with that,” a deep and familiar voice offers as strong hands take your trunk from you with ease.

Out of habit, you start to protest. “Oh, it’s fine I – “

But then your eyes meet his, and the world around you fades away until you are the only two standing on the dock.

“Joe?”

None other than Joe Toye smiles back at you, his brown eyes alight as he sets your trunk down and opens his arms. Not caring who might be watching, you throw yourself into them, the two of you wrapped up in a warm embrace.

You’re not so sure whether you should laugh or cry or what exactly, as your breath hitches in your throat. “You’re here!”

Still holding you tight, you can feel him nod. “So are you.”

“You found me.” Breaking your embrace is not an easy choice, but you want to look him over. Because he’s really standing in front of you, as tall and strong and capable as ever, his smile lighting up his handsome face as he takes you in in turn.

He nods again. “I had to. It was killing me, being away from you.”

What had started as shy looks between the two of you way back in England had turned into friendly smiles and inside jokes as the war moved you through Europe. And then those jokes and smiles had turned into touches that lasted a little too long and evolved into secrets shared in stolen moments and nervous kisses away from the prying eyes of his superiors.

And then he had been taken from the line before you could decide what word best described what was happening between the two of you.

Now he’s been hugging you on the dock – in front of God and everyone – and he looks just as ready to pick up where you left off as you feel.

“Me, too . . .” You choose your words carefully, like he might disappear again if you accidentally say the wrong ones. “Whaddaya say we make a point of not being away from each other for a while?”

Joe, usually so reserved in the emotions he expresses publicly, breaks into the widest smile you’ve ever seen. Is that your imagination, or does pink tint his cheeks? God, he’s so gorgeous like this, and you wonder how you got lucky enough to find him.

“You’ve always been better with words than me,” he laughs. “And Doll, you stole them right outta my mouth.”

With ease, he grabs your trunk with one hand and throws his other arm around you, protective as he leads you through the crowd. The people who were supposed to meet you at the boat fade to the back of your mind. Joe doesn’t say where you’re going, but with him, you’re certain that anywhere you end up will be called home.

#my dear I hope you have a good Christmas #I hope everyone has a good holiday #we will make it through #hugging you all tightly #joe toye x reader #joe toye #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #my writing #mutuals

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flowersarefreetherapy · 2 years

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Hold On: Took You Away

CW: light angst, noncon drugging, creepy whumper, recapture

“So, what were you doing out there, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Daniel looks up, mind racing. He sits on the edge of a sagging couch in an apartment, watching the man who rescued him make coffee. The kettle whistles, going ignored as the man waits for his answer.

“. . . I was running,” Daniel finally settles on. He shifts his weight, wishing he was wearing more than a soaked t-shirt and shorts.

“From home?”

“You could say that.”

The man smiles, pulling the kettle off the stove. He pours it into a glass pour-over coffee maker, staring at the water with conviction.

“Why-“ Daniel clears his throat and tries again. “Why did you help me?”

“I just had a nagging feeling I should stop and check that alley. Call it providence, God, whatever you want. All I knew was I needed to check. And I found you.”

“Thank you.”

“No thanks is necessary.” The man walks over and hands him a cup of coffee. “I was just doing what any Good Samaritan would do.”

“I think you would be surprised,” Daniel whispers, staring into the dark liquid.

The man laughs. “Don’t have to convince me. I’ve been with a rehab program for years and you wouldn’t believe how many people slip back without proper support.”

Daniel manages a smile. A rehab center? Those are good, right? He might be able to help, then. Or at least set Daniel up with a place he can stay while he figures out his life. If he figures out his life. What is there to figure out? What does he have left to build on? His bonded is gone, his home is gone, and his master, the person he was made to love and serve, is lying six feet underground.

The coffee is hot. It scalds his throat as he swallows. Daniel closes his eyes against sudden tears. Disgust grows in his stomach.

God, I’m so pathetic. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No, thank you,” Daniel whispers. “I-I should probably get going.”

“This late? No, no, you can stay here for the night. Take my room, I’ll just bunk out here.”

He opens his mouth to argue, to say that he should be the one out here, but arguing feels wrong. This is an order, right? An order he has to obey. Anyway, this man helped him, didn’t he, and to ignore him would be wrong.

“Alright,” he says softly. “Thank you. I’ll repay you.”

“No need. Just doing the right thing.”

Another large swig of coffee. Daniel swirls it around his mouth, waiting for it to cool down a fraction this time. When he swallows, there is grit left on his back teeth.

No. No, that’s–something’s wrong. No, this is fine. I have nothing to worry about.

It’s just grit from dust, from his sobs, from not brushing his teeth. Nothing more than that. He takes another sip. It doesn’t taste right, underlying bitterness that could be from nothing more than the coffee, but could be so much more.

“Everything alright?” the man asks, leaning forwards. His narrow face creases into a smile that is no longer comforting. “You look a little tired. Perhaps you should rest now.”

He grabs Daniel’s arm, ignoring his soft protests. It takes little effort to pull him to his feet, drag him down the short hallway to the bedroom. Daniel’s breath catches.

“No,” he moans, head flopping to the side. “No, no, please . . .”

“Shh, shh, you’ll be alright. It’s been a long day. You just need to rest.”

He doesn’t need rest, he needs to run. But his legs won’t move and his knees give way. The man chuckles and pushes open the door to the bedroom. Black trickles into the edges of his vision. No! He won’t let this happen! Not again, not to him!

I’m free, I’m free, I’m not going back!

Daniel tries to scream, pushing out the sound with as much force as he can. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper. The blackness grows as the man knocks him to the bed. His head smacks against the comforter and the world blacks out for several seconds.

When he can see again, the man sits next to him, running his fingers through his hair. Bile slides up his throat.

“See, I knew from the moment I lay eyes on you what you were. There’s nothing in this world quite like your stance, you know that? It’s too perfect, too trained, to be how a person acts. Because you aren’t a person, are you? You’re just a lost pet.”

No! My name is Daniel! I’m Logan’s bonded! I killed my master! I’m free!

“And all lost pets need a good home.”

Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @darkthingshappen @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

#Daniel the protector #light angst #recapture #noncon drugging #pet whump #bbu #creepy whumper #whump #hold on: i still need you #introducing yet another whumper that needs a name #I am willingly accepting suggestions for a name

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beck-a-leck · 2 years

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Smooch Prompt 12 with Perry and Molly from HMAP?

Oh my gosh, Nonny, I don't know how long this ask was sitting here, so I'm sorry if it's super late!

Again, I haven't played AP, so my characterizations might have been a bit off. But I thought the flower festival on the church grounds would be the perfect place for Molly and Perry to need to sneak off for some secret smooches.

Enjoy!

💋💋💋

Perry equally liked and disliked the Flower Festival. He loved seeing so many people from town in the churchyard, and he loved the gentle perfume of the cherry blossoms on the spring breeze, and he adored watching the delicate pink petals unfurl in the sun. But also, the pastor wished he could see more townsfolk in church at times that didn’t revolve around cherry blossoms blooming, and happy couples holding hands and wandering off at dusk for some ‘not as private as they think’ smooching in the corners of the church yard.

He had to admit to some jealousy, to feeling lovelorn when this romantic festival came around. Unfortunately for him, romance never seemed to be in the cards. He wasn’t sure if people here assumed because he was a holy man, he was celibate, or if perhaps the available dating pool in Harmonica Town just wasn’t deep enough for him too.

Most days he didn’t mind. He loved being the town’s pastor, and even if many residents didn’t come to church as often as he might like, that didn’t mean he life here wasn’t fulfilling. He had many friends, and some people he considered close enough to be family. But any time a romantic festival like the Flower Festival came around, there was a part of him that saw couples holding hands, walking arm in arm, stealing quick kisses, and it ached for the same.

Perry’s heart gave an excited little skip when he saw her walk onto the church grounds. Molly had been in town for a year now, and she was doing quite well on her farm. Perry wasn’t certain how, but he almost felt like he could attribute the farmer to a lot of positive changes he had seen in Harmonica Town over the last year. Molly moved in, and suddenly the world felt a little brighter.

… or perhaps that was just his crush speaking.

He couldn’t say specifically when he’d started feeling this way about the new farmer, but sometime between her regular visits just to say ‘Hi’ and a little help she’d given him last year helping a parishioner Perry had started looking at Molly differently. Of course, by then it was too little too late. Half the eligible men in town were also pursuing the farmer, and compared to some of them, Perry didn’t stand a chance. Last he knew, Molly and Calvin were an item, but… he didn’t see the archaeologist come in with Molly.

Maybe he was going to meet her here.

Molly made her rounds through the church yard, chatting with everyone, but it still didn’t look like her date had shown up, even when everyone else began pairing off and walking around to take in the cherry blossoms. Perry watched curiously as Molly stood by herself near the church. She didn’t look like she had been stood up… more that she was trying to gather her courage. Well, there were still a couple single stragglers milling around.

Then Molly started walking towards Perry, and his heart gave an excited leap before he scolded himself. She just hadn’t come talk to him yet, she was just coming to say ‘hello.’

“Evening, Perry!” True to form, her normal, friendly greeting.

He returned her smile. “Good evening, Molly. How are you?”

“Good, great even.” She looked around, was she nervous? “Nice weather, tonight, huh? It’s really beginning to warm up. And the blossoms look great, huh? Maybe I’m just imagining it, but I think they look prettier than last year. Or… more robust?”

Perry admitted that the trees did seem to be thriving this year, but they’d had a very favorable spring so far. No unexpected, late cold snaps. “It seems Harmonica Town is growing again, it’s been nice seeing so many new faces in town recently.”

“Yeah, it’s been fun…” Molly cleared her throat and then said in such a quick jumble, Perry almost didn’t understand, “Hey, Perry, do you wannagolookattheblossomswithme?”

“What?”

Molly repeated her request a little slower, looking more nervous that he’d ever seen her before. And Perry wanted to jump and shout ‘YES!’ while another part of him muttered dully that she was probably just asking because she didn’t have another date. But he ignored that pessimistic part of his brain, smiled, offered his hand, and said, “I would like that.”

And arm in arm they wandered into the growing dusk, meandering between the trees, looking at the blossoms. They talked, mostly small talk at first, until Molly stopped and took both his hands in hers. She looked deeply into his eyes.

“Listen, Perry, I, um… I don’t know how to say it… but well… I really like you. I have for a long time, but I’ve been too shy to say anything, or do anything. I was wondering… well, I hope that maybe you might feel the same about me.”

Perry’s brain shut down for a good ten seconds as he processed Molly’s words. She liked him too! And not just as a friend or neighbor, but she like liked him! He realized he had been silent for far too long when Molly’s face fell, and she dropped his hands.

“I-I’m sorry if I’ve made things awkward. I just wanted to tell you, and be honest with my feelings. I-it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I don’t want us to not be friends, but I understand if maybe that might make things weird. We could… we can… well… I should probably go.”

And Perry’s brain finally kicked into gear. “No wait!” he caught Molly by the wrist. “I-I’m sorry, I just had to process… It was just so sudden and unexpected.” Perry laughed nervously. “I feel the same way, Molly. You’re more to me than just a good friend and neighbor. I… I really like you too.”

Molly’s face lit up. “Really!”

Catching Perry off guard, she threw her hands around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. Perry froze up again, he hadn’t been expecting that. Molly stepped back, and even in the dark he could tell she was blushing.

“Sorry, that was probably a bit too much too fast.”

“No, it’s okay, I was just caught off guard again.” He wanted to kiss her back, so badly, but he hesitated.

The kissing wasn’t the problem. It was more of the location. Perry was fully aware that just a few yards away other people, couples and families, and his parishioners were walking through the cherry trees, and anybody could come up on them at any moment. And something felt incredibly inappropriate for the Pastor to be found kissing his girlfriend in the middle of a festival hosted on the church grounds.

He knew how little privacy there was out here, despite what some people thought the trees and darkness might offer.

“Come with me.”

He took Molly by the hand and led her through the trees, past the other couples snuggling up on blankets under the trees, and led her back to the church. They slipped in through the side door, into blessed privacy. Nobody would bother them in here, nobody would think to even look for them inside the church after hours.

“Now,” Perry pulled Molly close, “We were in the middle of something, weren’t we?” he leaned his head close to Molly and she tilted her chin up until their lips almost brushed. But Perry held back just long enough to ask, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.” Molly breathed.

#replies #anonymous #smooch prompts #becky writes things #harvest moon #story of seasons #animal parade #hm ap

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 39

*Warning: Adult Content*

Ian Foley watches with growing despair as one of the newcomers, a sallow-faced man with dark eyes and lank hair, steps forward and fastens something around Sam Asato's neck.

It looks like a thin silver collar, about the width of a pencil and is covered in tiny, densely engraved symbols.

It hinges at the back and clasps shut at the front and the pale man locks it on with a strange little key shaped like a many-pointed star.

As soon as the thing closes around his throat, Sam's inner light dims.

Ian hadn't even realized he could see it until it was gone.

Sam is always so bright in Ian’s eyes, he hadn't recognized that it was something of his nature showing through.

The only other person who'd ever looked like that to Ian was Julian Hart and he was part Fae.

Seeing Sam's light fade almost to nothing is unbearable and Ian wants to turn bear, rip all these assholes to shreds, get that awful thing off Sam and take him somewhere safe where no one will ever hurt him again.

But Ian can't do that.

Once again, through stupidity, or weakness, or plain bad luck, he’s helpless and forced to stand by while those he loves get hurt.

A long thin chain like a leash is fastened through a loop at the front of the collar and the sallow man hands the other end to Karin.

Ian sees Sam's shoulders shaking and he can't stand it.

He lowers himself to his knees beside Sam, moving slowly and mindful of the gun still aimed at him and wraps him in his arms.

"You'll be okay," Ian whispers, rubbing his hands up and down his back and feeling his whole body tremble.

"You're gonna be okay."

Ian doesn't know how but he knows it's true.

Sam is strong and powerful, clever and resourceful.

No evil wizard knockoff will hold him down for long.

Ian: ‘Sooner or later, he'll break free for good and when he does, I hope he'll find his way home, as we should have done together and tell my friends what became of me. I don't expect the news will break any hearts but it's nice to think I might deserve a tear or two.’

Sam clings to Ian the way he did when they first met, a desperate barnacle latched on to the only solid surface in a wild sea and Ian wishes with all his heart he didn't have to let him go.

"Enough of this," Karin says, pulling none-too-gently on the chain.

Ian sees the thin collar press into the skin of Sam's throa, and he swallows against a reflexive choke.

"Ian..." Sam lets him go with a shiver of breath as the increasing tension on the chain forces him to stand.

"Wait for me," he gasps.

"I will," Ian says, though he doesn't know what Sam means.

Ian: ‘On the other side, maybe.’

"I love you, Sam. Remember that, okay?"

Sam nods, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and sliding unchecked down the sides of his face.

"My thanks, Mother Bear," Karin says, bowing slightly to Inez.

"May your clan prosper."

Inez nods her acknowledgement.

"You best get going. That sedative I gave the others won't last forever and the more gone y'all are before they wake up, the better."

Karin bows again, gestures to the other two and pulls Sam to his side.

Then he and his men walk past Ian where he still kneels, taking Sam and Carlos with them.

A moment later, they're gone, disappeared out of sight around the side of the lodge and leaving Ian alone with Inez, Elliot and Sofia.

"Come on," Inez orders, making an upward motion with the gun.

"On your feet. Let's get this over with."

She nods, indicating Ian should start walking towards the lake.

So far, Ian’s mind has been too stunned to form any sort of plan but now it starts to race.

This, he discovers, is just as unproductive, my thoughts and feelings tripping over themselves as fear sets in.

Inez Walker intends to kill him and he doesn't want to die.

Ian: ‘I need to get her to talk, slow her down, buy myself a little time.’

"Won't you at least tell me why?" Ian asks as Inez pokes the barrel of the gun between his shoulder blades, making him quicken his pace.

"I suppose I can do that much," she says.

"The Walker family blessing and the Walker family curse are the same thing, you see. Our family aren't like other Shifters. We don't get our ability to Shift through magic or ritual or through bloodline. For us, it's a gift direct from a goddess, a great bear spirit."

As they approach the edge of the lake, she pushes Ian along, making him turn to the right and skirt the shore.

"Long ago, according to family lore, there was a woman who wanted to protect her people from an invading force. She asked the bear goddess to let her borrow the goddess' form and the goddess consented. In the shape of a great bear, the woman fought off the invaders and saved her people."

They're walking along a narrow trail between aisles of dense willow.

Pale light streams through the tangled branches and leaves and if Ian wasn't being led to his death, he'd have found it pleasant.

Inez goes on, her voice and her gun at Ian’s back.

"When it came time to give the goddess her form back, though, the woman refused. She was afraid that without it, she wouldn't be able to keep her people safe. The goddess told her if she kept it, it would cost her but the woman said she was willing to pay any price. The goddess granted it and so the woman became the first Mother, the first head of what would become our clan."

They've reached the base of a big spruce.

A rope dangles from one of its lower limbs and a round of wood is set beside it.

It's just about the right height for a man to stand on if he meant to hang himself.

"You can stop here," Inez says.

Ian turns to face her, Elliot and Sofia flanking her sides.

She goes on, grim lines marking her face.

"It was only after the deal was made that the goddess told the first clan-mother the terms," she said.

"One bear-spirited soul for every seven years, to be collected at the end of every seventh set of seven years."

Inez smiles humorlessly.

"Now, the clan-mother had a choice. The goddess would get her souls, one way or another. She could either let things play out as they would, or take matters into her own hands. She chose the latter. She picked two of her children, once she had 'em, to be her Keepers. Secret-keepers, that is. There've been two in every generation, ever since, to make sure it gets passed down. Their job is to select the seven and deliver them to the goddess bear. We choose the weakest, to keep ourselves strong, the old, the feeble-minded, the unloved. When there ain't enough of them to make a set, sometimes we make a sacrifice. I woulda picked Cass if I hadn't learnt of you. She's sweet but she won't be contributing to the family, what with her lack of a proper interest in procreation."

"Their," Ian corrects, feeling a new anger stir in his chest at the thought of what might have happened to Cass if he hadn't stumbled into this mess.

"What?" Inez blinks, confused by my interruption.

"Their lack of interest. Which there's nothing wrong with," Ian adds.

"Oh, I see."

She rolls her eyes.

"Well, don't worry. Cass's safe, at least from this and at least for the next forty-nine years."

"So the others...they don't know?" Ian asks.

Now that they're here, Ian still doesn't have a plan and he needs more time to think.

"Nope. Not a clue. Innocent as babes. Only the Keepers know. It lets the others live normal, happy lives, without that worry hanging over 'em. That's our burden."

"And you said a 'Keeper goes last?' So what, you're gonna kill yourself once you're done with me?"

"No, my boy Elliot will do that. See, what happened here is this, you went nuts, on account of the death-bringer and murdered me. Then you did yourself in the tree. That's how it'll look, anyways."

Ian: ‘If she thinks I'm just going to hang myself because she says so, she's got another thing coming. I'm just not sure what yet.’

"And Raven?" Ian asks.

"Poor Raven. That girl was a lost soul," she laments, with apparent sincerity. "I regretted having to kill her but I did what needed to be done. It was supposed to look like a murder-suicide, like this will. Crazy Raven come back, kidnapped old Inez, murdered me and then set herself on fire in my car. Thing was, I needed to kill you first, to complete the set. I used the death ritual to power that shield and hide my car so it wouldn't be found until I was ready and then came for you. And that's where things started to go wrong. You didn't show up alone and as far as I could tell, you were never alone. I couldn't get at you, so I decided I'd just have to 'come back' and work things out from there. And here we are."

"Why not just have Elliot or Sofia kill me?" Ian gestures at them.

"They've had plenty of chances."

"They didn't know. Keepers don't choose their successors until the end. Once I told Elliot, he tried of course and then of course we discovered your little catamite was more than he seemed."

She swings the gun, gesturing at the rope and the round of wood.

"Enough talkin' now. Story's over. Up you go, like a good boy," she says, and I hear the no-nonsense, practical mother in her tone, homicidal and cultish but practical nonetheless.

"It'll be quick. Promise."

Ian sighs.

He wishes he was clever and resourceful, a quick thinker, a man with a plan.

Ian: ‘But I'm not. I'm just a bear and that's all I've got.’

"No, it won't," Ian says.

"It'll be as long as I can make it and I'm gonna take as many of you with me as I can."

And then in one smooth, fluid motion, easy as breathing, Ian Foley Shifts.

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꒰ HE STOOD YOU UP PT.2 ꒱

↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ angst to fluff(ish) ↳ feat. oikawa, ushijima & atsumu ↳ parts: one :: two

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ

“y/n?” oikawa whispers into the night, facing your back beside him on the bed in your shared apartment. he’s somewhat surprised you didn’t ask him to sleep on the couch, knowing he wasn’t exactly your favorite person at the moment.

then again, you weren’t exactly saying anything to him either.

you stir a little bit, probably in your sleep, but don’t reply. it is an ungodly hour, there shouldn’t be any reason for either of you to be up.

but oikawa’s been alone with his thoughts.

“y/n,” he tries again. he reaches his hand up as if to shake you awake but decides against it. he really shouldn’t disturb you; he doesn’t need another reason for you to be angry with him. retracting his hand back to close to his chest, he stares at your back and the way your body moves up and down with each passing breath you take.

“what is it, tooru?” your voice, drunk with sleep, catches him off guard, making him blink a few times and wonder if he was just imagining it. it’s not too much of a stretch, since the man has been up since seven in the morning the day before.

“i can feel you staring at me,” you huff, shuffling around into a more comfortable position still facing away from oikawa. “what is it?”

“i’m sorry,” he blurts. he swallows thickly as he listens to the sound of your breath inhaling and exhaling.

“yeah,” you mutter, bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes. “you already said that … the past million times.”

“i mean it,” he whispers, eyebrows furrowing sadly. he wishes he could see your face.

“and how is this different than the other times,” you sigh out, probably exhausted of his apologies and empty promises.

“you could leave,” he croaks, attempting to keep the air between you quiet. “it never occurred to me until tonight that you can walk out that door and never have to deal with me again.”

you pause your moments craning your neck around but it’s too dark to see. so, you turn over, now facing the ceiling. oikawa follows suit and lays on his back, only moving his head to the side to face your side profile.

“i’d deserve it,” he continues, playing with the sheets between his fingertips. “i’ve been nothing but neglectful and haphazard with you, unknowing to the consequences for my actions. and for that, i’m sorry.”

“your words mean nothing, though,” you mumble. “after so many apologies, how can i just trust you this time?”

you’ve been so hurt, so tired of being hurt by him, you can’t believe his words.

oikawa nibbles his lip, in attempt to keep it from trembling and quickly clutches your hand with his.

“i’ll make you trust me again. there won’t be a doubt in your mind about how much i care for you.”

he doesn’t know how long you two stay like that, his hand holding yours. oikawa is just about to say goodnight (with another apology probably) and take his hand from yours to allow you back into a comfortable position, when you squeeze his hand and intertwine your fingers.

ʚ USHIJIMA ɞ

the next morning, you wake up in an empty bed. with furrowed brows, you sit up, glancing around the room in search of any remnants of your boyfriend; his closet door was open, volleyball bag hanging on the hook on the inner side of the door, signaling he must be home.

it isn’t until you peel the covers off you and slide into your slippers when you hear the distant sound of clanking pans from inside the kitchen. opening the door of your bedroom, you cross your arms in attempt to keep warm as the morning chill sends goosebumps scattering along your skin.

your feet pad toward the kitchen, now following the smell of … pancakes? eggs?

“oh, you’re awake,” ushijima announces as he sees you step into the kitchen, taking note of your confused expression. whether it’s from the morning deliriousness or the fact that he’s cooking breakfast, he can’t tell.

“don’t you have practice?” you rasp, morning voice lining your tone. you clear your throat and continue, “it’s nearly ten.”

ushijima turns away from you, looking back down at the skillet in front of him. “no practice today.”

“oh.”

the air is cold between the two of you. not only is it from the weather as winter creeps closer, but the silence, too.

“i told them i couldn’t come in.”

you nod slowly at that. “are you feeling alright, toshi? you don’t have a fever, do you?”

ushijima shakes his head firmly. “no, but i’m not alright either.” he pauses his stare at the skillet in front of him to turn to you with sad, droopy eyes. “i’m sorry i forgot about last night.”

“oh.” you’re slightly taken aback by his expression. “it’s alright, tosh, you had practice-”

“i stayed late,” he mumbles quietly, lifting the fried eggs from the skillet with a spatula and places them on a plate. shutting the stove off, he turns around fully, leaning against the counter with arms crossed. “i wanted to get a few more serves in and i forgot about our date.”

his words, truthful as they are, twist your heart uncomfortable. that’s something you could always count ushijima for: honesty.

he looks over at you with his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. “how long did you wait for?”

“until they kicked me out,” you murmur your reply, twisting your arms behind your back.

ushijima sighs, lifting himself from leaning against the counter. “y/n, i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again.”

“okay, toshi.” you muster up a smile, gulping down the lump in your throat.

when he reaches you, he takes a side of your face in one of his large palms. he looks between your eyes, searching them and when he finds doubt, the crease between his eyebrows deepen. “you don’t believe me.”

“it’s not that,” you sigh, averting your gaze from his. “volleyball has been your number one priority since we met, and i love that! i love that you’re so passionate about something … it just…” you trail off, not knowing how to form your next words.

it hurts knowing i’m second to your career.

ushijima reads your expression clear as day. “i shouldn’t have made you feel this way,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, as he takes in your averted eyes and knitted eyebrows. “volleyball is my career,” he says firmly, “but you’re my priority. i’m sorry i haven’t expressed that as i should’ve.”

“you don’t have to say that-”

“i mean it. and i’ll prove it to you.”

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“y/n?”

the soft thuds against your bedroom door make you look up from the book in your lap. you hadn’t read much of it, the event that occurred a few hours prior plaguing your mind instead.

“come in.”

the door opens a few inches, just to allow atsumu to slip inside and shut the door closed behind him. he wears a deep frown on his usual confident-looking face as he stares longingly at you.

“yes?”

you notice he’s changed his clothes; where previously he was wearing a pair of joggers and an athletic jacket, he’s wearing jeans and a jacket better suited for the cold weather outside. you presume that he managed to snag the outfit form your shared closet when you slipped into the bathroom for a shower about an hour prior.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, looking down.

“okay, atsumu,” you sigh, returning your attention back to the book in between your hands, fingers carding through a page as you attempt to reread the section for about the nth time.

he gnaws on his lower lip, keeping his eyes trained on you, waiting for the possibility that you flit your eyes up to meet his once more; maybe with that adoring gleam they always have around him.

yeah, he doesn’t think he’ll be seeing that tonight.

“i really mean it,” he announces, jutting his chin up. “what i said, how i acted, i shouldn’t have done that.”

“mm,” you hum, nodding in agreement, eyes never leaving the beige pages of the book.

huffing slightly, atsumu shuffles out of the room, leaving the door opened behind him. you’re about to call out that you much preferred it being closed but atsumu soon returns with a plastic bag in hand.

“you did eat, right?” he asks tentatively, walking closer to your shared bed. he recalls your words a few hours prior but he isn’t sure if they were just a jab in retaliation of what he’d asked you to do for him.

“yes, i ate.” your tone is clipped, making atsumu flinch slightly but slumping his shoulders he holds out his arm, gently urging your to take a peak.

“well, ‘m assuming you didn’t have any dessert so…” he shakes the bag when you don’t look inside immediately.

curiosity getting the better of you, you straighten yourself up and lean over, not before scowling at the man – he has to know you’re still not pleased with him. you use a finger to pull the bag toward you, giving you more view of the contents inside,

“ice cream?”

the man bashfully brings a hand behind his neck to rub at. “i wanted to get’ya a cake but all the bakeries are closed. i had to head to the convenience store on the corner instead.”

you don’t speak as he takes out the mini tub of ice cream and spoon, placing it in front of you on the bed. with a pressed frown, rocks on his heels.

“i’ve been a shit boyfriend lately,” he declares with a look of regret. “i’ve been an ass and you don’t deserve that. all you’ve done is be supportive of me and my career and i’ve done nothing to give you the same love back. for that, i’m sorry. i’m not asking for your forgiveness now, but i’ll make it up to you, baby, i promise.”

you stay silent for a moment as atsumu searches your face, as if a look or a twitch of your lips could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. he thinks you’ll stay silent for the rest of them, stewing with his words.

instead, you pick up the ice cream, peeling off the cover and holding it out for him, as if to share. “you got another spoon?”

and atsumu’s heartbeat relaxes and the ghost of a smile reaches his lips as he takes a seat beside you on the bed, digging into the bag for an extra spoon.

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miekasa · 3 years

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+ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: modern au, explicit smut (18+ only), eren is annoying but he’s also hot so it makes up for it i guess 🙄

+ word count: 3k

+ notes: i don’t want to talk about this actually, so if you see it, no you didn’t </2 i kind of got carried away with number three. sorry.

+ summary: eren just likes it with you—will take you however you want him to; but he does have a few favorite positions.

i. missionary — (i’m trying to meet your mama on a sunday, then make a lotta love on a monday).

Eren always did like looking at you. He thinks you’re gorgeous, sexy, and so, so, pretty; all the time, but especially like this.

Because there isn’t anything he likes more than watching you squirm because of him; breath unsteady and voice whiny because of him.

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” Eren asks, but question is rhetorical; and you’re barely coherent enough to answer him—like he’s fucked you stupid.

“Course you are,” he answers for you, reaching his right hand up to slip his pointer and middle finger past your lips.

You moan around him, warm, wet heat compassing his digits as you let Eren’s fingers fuck your mouth in sync with him thrust into your pussy. It’s only when he feels your spit pooling on your tongue that he pulls them out, immediately using the soaked fingers to further abuse your sensitive clit.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” Eren sings, tapping at your clit in sync with his repeated words.

Eren smirks through his pants as he drinks in your fucked-out state. He likes the way your eyes are screwed shut, high-pitched moans barely squeaking out as you grip at the sheets. Your back arches when he snaps his hips harder, deeper, and—oh, no, that won’t do.

“No, no, baby be good,” he coos, reaching his hand to press over your tummy and flatten your back to the mattress.

“Eren, please,” you barely choke out, head writhing against the pillow, “Just wanna come, please.”

“Just wanna come?” he repeats, but his tone is taunting, almost fiendish at this point, “‘M not stopping you baby, all you have to do is be good for me.”

“I am good,” you insist, words rushed, desperate, “I’m good for you—your good girl, Eren.”

Eren hums at your words, and bends his knee onto the bed, groaning after you as he hits a spot deeper inside of you. He moves his left hand off of your stomach to support himself on the mattress, and reaches his right hand up, crawling up the column of your throat.

He pinches his pointer finger and thumb at your jaw, leaning down until the tip of his nose brushes against yours, “Open.”

He barely waits until there’s a gap between your lips before he pries your mouth open himself with his thumb, the pad of his finger pushing against your tongue. He flashes you a sadistic smirk before spitting into your mouth, the tip of his tongue grazing against yours before retreating back into his mouth, “Swallow.”

Your breath is unsteady as your do as you’re told, opening your mouth again to show him just how good you listened; how good you are. A smile washes over his face for a second before he leans forward to kiss you—the kind of kiss he gives before he’s about to fuck you silly, “Good girl.”

ii. against the wall — (cookin’ in the kitchen, and i’m in the bedroom)

Eren isn’t a good cook and he knows it. He’s not terrible—he won’t starve if he ever lived on his own, but he’s no master chef.

It’s probably why he likes watching you cook so much. He would say he likes to help, too, but that would be a lie; he just likes being your taste tester, and distracting you a little bit while he’s at it.

“Did you set the oven to 400?” you ask him, back turned as you pick a wooden spoon from the drawer and bring it to the bowl.

Eren hums, eyes flickering to the oven to ensure that he did, indeed, set it to the right temperature, before taking the few steps necessary to close the distance between you two. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist, lightly draping his body over yours as he watches you stir the batter.

“Smells like lemons,” he notes, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Probably because we’re making lemon cake,” you chuckle, bringing your stirring to a stop.

You dip your pointer finger carefully into the batter before bringing it to your lips. You crinkle your nose a bit, before dipping you finger back into the batter, this time hovering it in front of Eren’s lips, “Here, taste. Do you think it needs more sugar? Or maybe vanilla?”

Eren’s gazes flicks from your batter-coated finger, then to your eyes, like a magnet; green growing cloudy with arousal. Carefully, slowly, he pushes forward until his lips wrap around your finger, teeth grazing your digit when he pulls back.

“No,” he answers, voice raspy, “It’s perfect.”

“You sure?” you question, words genuine and innocent; oblivious to the angle he’s playing at.

Eren unwraps his arms from your waist, steps back far enough to allow him to spin you around, you lower back pressed into the counter, and eyes wide. He smiles, reaches his hand into the bowl, but instead of waiting for you to taste it, he brushes it against your mouth, before forcing his finger past your lips, just far enough to clean the remaining batter against your tongue.

“Positive,” Eren says, before bruising his lips against yours in a kiss. Quickly, his tongue flashes to swipe against your bottom lip, bringing sticky, sweet cake batter into your mouth.

Then, he lifts you, skillfully moving the bowl aside to make room for you on the counter; knocking over measuring cups and utensils in his path that are sure to leave a mess, but right now you don’t care. Eren always did like things messy, after all.

Eren’s hands paw at the hem of your shirt, clumsily pulling it over your head. He hisses when you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back down into a searing kiss, and biting at his lower lip in revenge.

A yelp of surprise leaves yours lips as he grips under your thighs and picks you up from the counter. Eren groans when your tangle your hands into his hair, using it as both leverage and support.

“Fuck,” he mutters when you accidentally press yourself against his bulge in an attempt to tighten your legs around his waist. You pull away slightly, breath tickling his face as your eyes jump from his to his lips.

Carefully you comb your fingers through his hair again, elbows resting on his shoulders as you catch your breath.

“Question,” you pose, breathing heavily through your syllables, “How long do you think you can hold me up for?”

“Like this? A while, probably.” Eren replies moving his hands up from under your thighs to your ass.

“But like this,” Eren takes a few steps forwards until your back is pushing against the wall. He smirks when he sees the small gape at your mouth, and squeezes at your ass to exaggerate your expression, before leaning into to whisper in your ear, “A whole lot longer.”

iii. double date — (this some shit that I usually don’t do, but for you I kinda want to)

Armin’s fingers are, surprisingly, rough. More calloused than you would think; for the rest of him is all soft edges and round features; all smooth and nice and kind and good.

But, not like this. The Armin whose eyes gaze up at you from your legs is hardly anything like that. He’s not the Armin you know; this one is teasing, relentless, almost manic; he’s mean and he knows it.

You can see it in his eyes, that the Armin you know and love is nowhere in sight. Because when Eren pushes his finger inside of you next to Armin’s, you swear those clear, blue eyes that are usually so bright become icy with intent.

“She’s so pretty, Eren,” Armin says to his friend, but his gaze is on you as he twists his finger inside, knuckles bumping against Eren’s. You throw your head back with a grunted moan, and barely have the strength to hold it up again to see Armin’s smirk, “So pretty.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Eren coos, green eyes smiling at you.

It’s almost too much, the both of them looking at you from between your legs. You’re not sure which one to focus on—if you have the strength to meet either of their gazes for more an a second before screwing your eyes shut, overwhelmed by it. The attention, the feeling, the shared lust is all too much.

“Armin, hold on, let me—” Eren grunts, twisting his finger inside of you, so that it intertwines with Armin’s, “There we go.”

The sensation drives you crazy, the feeling of their fingers brushing against each other—brushing against your walls makes your head spin, and you curl your own fingers into a ball at your sides. It’s only two fingers—but it feels foreign, new, too much; it makes you thrash, they way they pump their digits inside of you, perfectly in sync, perfectly full every time.

It’s new to you, but Eren and Armin have always been best friends; it’s not abnormal for them to share. And they do it so well.

“Eren, Armin, I—” you call, almost wail at you feel someone’s fingertips brush past your weak spot, “Please.”

Your hips rise as you groan with the feeling, and as if rehearsed, the both of their free hands are quick to snap you back against the mattress. When you look down at them, Eren has a dirty look in his eyes, but Armin’s is dirtier—as if you let you know that that he did that; that he planned it, too.

“Don’t be rude,” Eren tuts, “Armin’s being so nice to you, so be good for him. Be good for us.”

You almost want to cry—if this is his nice, you’ve severely underestimated the Armin Arlert you know.

“You wanna come, yeah?” Armin asks you, with a tone so light and genuine, you would never think he’s capable of anything he’s currently doing.

You nod your head embarrassingly quickly, a stuttered moan slipping out as both boys tighten their told on each other’s fingers; and Armin smirks with glassy eyes before lowering his head closer to your center, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you.”

Armin’s eyes flicker to Eren’s only for a moment, a ghost of a nod shared before the two boys before Armin’s tongue is flat against your slit. You hiss, incoherent moans escaping your throat; Armin is merciless, licking, and sucking until it hurts to breathe.

Your eyes flutter shut when Armin pushes the tip of his tongue against your clit, both his and Eren’s fingers slowing in time with his movement, before speeding up just as he sucks at the bud again. Eren bites a kiss into your thigh, hand squeezing at your hips again.

“I said be good,” he reminds you, sucking at your skin again with warning, “Look at him.”

You don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, that the second you make eye contact with the blonde again, he sucks on your clit; not ceasing his actions until you come with hot, white flashes resonating through your body.

You can hear them laugh at your collapse, Eren gently kissing your shaking thigh as your body goes limp. Eren shimmies his body up slightly, pulling both his and Armin’s fingers from your pussy and guiding them to your lips.

“Taste,” is his simple command, ordering you to open your mouth wide enough to take both of their fingers.

Eren hums through a laugh, before turning his head to Armin. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, brings his hand to the back of his friend’s head, grabbing tufts of blonde hair in his grip, and angling his head for a perfect kiss, “Share.”

You can barely register their mouths moving together, lewd sounds and flashes of tongue in their kissing, before your head falls back against your pillow again. They’ll be the end of you someday, you’re certain of it.

Your reaction makes Armin chuckle—almost innocently, but you know now you’ve been using that word far too liberally with him. He crawls up to lay next you, gently cradling your cheek with one hand to pull your face to his.

“Good right?” he asks gently, a light kiss placed on your bruised lips.

“Hm,” you can just barely nod, eyes flickering to stay open, “Eren was right.”

Eren finds himself at your other side, pressing feather-light kisses into your neck and jaw, “Told you so, baby.”

“Eren would know,” Armin smiles, and those blue eyes are coated with a layer of mischief once again, “He speaks from personal experience, after all.”

iv. the throne — (you’re down for me, and i’m down, too)

“You have to be careful,” you warn him, “It won’t be very sexy if I fall over into the tub.”

Eren hums, with the intonation that tells you he heard you, but he’s not really listening. He peppers kisses along your thigh, hands greedy; grabbing and pinching at your skin. He uses one hand to pry your legs open wider; one knee bent, foot resting against the side of your bathtub, while the other is grounded against the tiles, and Eren on his knees below you.

You don’t know why this is a fantasy of his—and why he wants to do it now, in the bathroom of all places, but you admit you give into him more than you should.

He wraps his forearms under your thighs, reaching so that the palm of his hands pull at your skin; and pull you closer to his face. Nervous, you grip at the sink for extra support.

Eren smirks below you, peppering an apologetic kiss dangerously close to your center. You growl, using your free hand to grab at his hair, crane his neck back to make him look at you.

“Eren, listen to me,” you tell him. He knows your voice has annoyance laced in it, but it’s also heavy with authority, and makes blood rush to his pants.

Raised eyebrows lower slowly, his pupils wide and blown out at your sudden command; before his surprise morphs into lust. “Of course, baby,” he concedes, licking at your clit too quickly, “Tell me what you want. I’ll listen.”

You squint with disbelief. Nothing is ever that straightforward with Eren; even when he’s on his knees about to give, he’s asking something of you, too. Nevertheless, you loosen your hold on his hair in favor of cradling his head more gently.

“Just,” you start, a shaky breath escaping through your words when Eren’s tongue prods at your clit, “Just make sure I don’t fall.”

Eren hums, vibrations resonating throughout your body, a hissed curse slipping past your lips. “Of course,” he repeats, “I wouldn’t want to hurt my baby.”

You nod, breath growing increasing unsteady when Eren circles your clit with his tongue. He gets greedy, alternating between licking, and kissing, and sucking; and relishing in your body growing heavy in his hands.

“Though,” he says, words spoken muffled against your sensitive skin, but those green eyes are bright and bold when they look at you, “If you’re afraid of falling, you could always sit on my face instead.”

v. love on top — (my love’s infinite, nothing I wouldn’t do, won’t do, for you)

You’re pretty like this, too. Pretty all the time—but if there’s one thing Eren likes more than you under him, it’s you on top of him.

“You’re so hot like this,” he says, voice thick with lust, as he reaches out to rest his hands against your hips.

Eren likes the way you bounce on top of him, thighs shaking against his. He’s surprised when you move your hands to take his off of you—quick to question your motives, before you lace your hands with his, a weak, but sweet smile when your fingers are intertwined.

He smiles back, using your connected hands to pull you forward, elbows bent, the back of his hands plush against the sheets, while your palms hold them down. You’re bent over now, tummy pressed against his, and Eren can feel you breathing into the crook of his neck.

He bends his knee to give him some leverage, adding his own thrusts while you desperately bounce back on his cock.

“B—babe… ‘M gonna come,” he moans, and it’s not long before he’s cumming inside of you. He unlaces one of his hands from yours, using it to rest against the small of your back as you shake through your own orgasm, open mouthed kisses pressed into his collar.

You lay like that for a bit, before Eren pulls out. He has to move you off of him to throw away the condom; but is quick to find his way back to the bed, rolling onto the mattress unceremoniously. He lays facing you, and reaches a hand out, palm open and waiting.

You roll your eyes, but lazily meet him halfway as he daps you up; a stupid smile on his face. He shuffles onto his back, and pulls you on top of him, this time using both hands to wrap around your waist.

“That was so hot,” he muses, love-drunk on you and tracing random patterns into your skin, “You should—should do that more often.”

You curl your hands up to circle his head, lazy fingers playing with his hair, as you nuzzle your head into his chest, eyes fluttering shut, as sleep takes over your body, “Maybe.”

(Definitely).

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren smut #eren fluff #levi x reader

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 2 years

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Talk to Me

Part 1 here

Warnings: Illness, mentions of IV, description of illness and effects, mentioned weight and weight loss, Mention of death

It was 2 days before your fever broke. 2 days of all 4 spouses switching out of the chair at your bedside, taking turns dabbing your forehead, and talking through your fever-induced stupor. Shinobu sent kakushi over after the first night, having to leave on a mission that night. Tengen was beyond himself, slowly losing his grasp on sanity as he watched your pale face toss around in the sheets, soaked in your sweat as you mumbled incoherent sentences in response to his words. Your wives were the rocks, keeping him sane while keeping their own spirits high, leaving no room for doubt to creep in about your recovery.

“Suma?” Your voice was hoarse, scratchy, and uncomfortable as you looked down at the figure asleep on your arm, hunched over the bedside. She jumped at the noise, hair flying up as she met your eyes, less foggy than they had been the past few days.

“Y/N!” she screeched, apologizing as you winced, slowly lifting a hand to pat her head, a weak smile gracing your lips. You looked frail, likely to break at the smallest inconvenience, the fever and lack of fluids or food quickly tore your already weakened body up. Your cheeks had sunk slightly, eyebags heavy as you tried to sit up. “Slow down, let me help” She stood, wrapping an arm around your back and holding your arms as she pulled you up to a sitting position, moving pillows so you were propped up.

“Thanks” you coughed, rubbing at your dry throat, wincing at the pain that one movement caused you.

“I’ll go grab a kakushi, your IV probably needs to be changed and now that you're awake they should know, stay here okay?!” She rushed out of the room, afraid you would suddenly find all the strength you had lost these past 3 days, and run out of the room, frolicking in the back gardens. You stared at the IV bag situated next to your bed, hooked up to a cart that held what you assumed was medications and a water basin, a wet cloth laid next to it, soaking the cart top. The IV was dripping steadily as you watched it, flowing through the tube into your hand where they attached it.

“Mrs. Uzui! I am so relieved to see you awake, how are you feeling?” You shrugged.

“My throa-” you broke into a fit of coughs, the kakushi rushed to your side, letting the rest of your family file in behind them. Patting your back they handed you a glass of water that Suma had brought with her. They held your head as you greedily choked down the water, ignoring the flames that ripped through your throat at each gulp.

“There you are, do you mind bringing a pitcher of water in here? Your throat is going to be very dry from the heavy drugs we’ve been giving you to try and break your fever, pneumonia is a heavy illness, it takes a lot. Do you feel like you may want to eat, some soup? Or maybe just some broth?” you shook your head, not ready for anything other than water.

“M tired” you mumbled, dragging the blankets back up to your chin.

“Of course, I’ll change your water bag here and leave you alone, your spouses have been very worried about you” all four of them hovered near the door of your bedroom, anxiously watching you talk with the kakushi, Tengen translating everything you were saying to the girls, he was the only one who could hear your quiet voice. You watched as they removed the iv bag, replacing it with a fresh and full one before dismissing themselves with one final check of you, rechecking your temperature to make sure it was semi-normal before leaving you with your spouses.

“C’mere” you whispered, wearily raising a hand to beacon them closer. Tengen practically ran to your side, pushing everyone forward so he could squeeze through and drop to his knees next to the bed. He grasped your hand in both of his, bringing your cold fingertips to his lips, leaving kisses all over your hand, You let out a weak chuckle in response.

“Hi beautiful, I’m glad to see you awake and actually paying attention, how do you feel. Hinatsuru sat on the bed near your feet, tucking the blankets back under you so you were cocooned in.

“Tired, You should go, you’ll get sick” Suma adamantly shook her head, stepping forward to sit on the chair behind Tengen, Makio stood next to her, smoothing down your hair.

“We’ll be fine, we’ve been carefully watching our health, taking extra vitamins that Shinobu left for us, and keeping track of our temperature. Don’t worry about us, you still have to recover. We aren’t going anywhere until you are recovered” you hummed, relaxing back into the pillows.

“Y/N, look at me” Tengen, still held your hands, eyebrows pinched together as he glared at you. “Don’t do this again, if you are sick you have to tell one of us, you can’t hide something like this again. You could have died, what have I told you about this?” you shrunk under his words, feeling like a child being scolded.

“Tengen… She just woke up, can’t this wait?

“No, it’s okay” you removed your hand from his hold, resting it on top of them, running your thumb over the ridges of his knuckles. “M sorry. I didn’t think it was serious, just allergies until I coughed too much and then it was too late” He nodded, accepting your answer.

“Gods, you scared me. I know you're strong, I know you can handle yourself, but please rely on us if you need it, even if you have a sniffle. I can’t lose you, any of you, got that? I need all 4 of my flashy and daringly sexy spouses” He placed another kiss on the back of your hand. You gave him a weak smile, feeling your eyelids growing heavier.

“Let her sleep, she needs rest to recover. Tengen, we’ll let you stay, and then Hina?” Everyone nodded in agreement, Tengen taking up the seat next to your bed as Suma vacated the spot, leaving the room with the other 3 wives.

“Do you want to lay back down?” you yawned in response, accepting the help as Tengen lifted your torso, moving around the cushions so you were on your back once more. “Get some rest, we’ll be here when you wake up” you drifted off to the image of your husband's maroon eyes pinching in happiness.

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otptings · 3 years

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Inspiration (rewrite)

-Idol; Xu Minghao

-Genre; Smut, slight Fluff

-Warnings; switch!reader, switch!Minghao, lot's of fighting for dominance, dry humping, spitting, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, marking, praise kink, daddy kink, humiliation,

-Synopsis; Minghao struggles to find inspiration while working in he studio one night, and decides that his amazing girlfriend could help him out with it.

-An ~ this is a rewrite for a one shot under the same name that I did a while go since I've decided to start writing for Seventeen along with my two other groups. If you enjoy this you can request something for anyone in Seventeen, or you can go donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio to help me save up some money since I an unable to work because of my mental disorder. Thank you and once again hope that you enjoy

Visits to the studio were never rare. Being so close to Seventeen you always came to visit. Sometimes you were asked to come like when Jihoon needed you to listen to his demo because you're unbiased or just sitting in while the boys recorded a song for extra support. The studio tended to be a comfort place for you and the boys, always going there to take a break or to relieve stress. It still was a studio and was used for work so it wasn't a surprise when you walked in and saw Minghao with his forehead to the table muttering in Mandarin, crumpled papers in and surrounding the small trash can. A nice beat was playing from the computer, but by the way that it cut off and restarted it was unfinished.

"Um hi," Minghao sat up at the sound of your voice. A red mark was visible on his forehead from the table, and his hair was mussed, plastered his forehead almost. Wordlessly he put his arms out, holding them out for you.

Taking that as your cue you closed the door behind you before walking over to him and straddling his lap, attempting to get comfortable in the small chair. As soon as you stopped moving his arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Is everything okay baby?"

You could feel him shake his head before nuzzling his head closer, until you could feel his warm breath.

"I'm forced to write a love song for the next album, and can't think of any lyrics. I've been at this for hours and have made no progress besides adding a little more to the beat."

You slid your hand up to the back of his head, running your fingers through his messy hair. "You'll think of something you always do, baby. I have faith in you." Minghao sighed before placing a seemingly sweet kiss on your neck, but by the way that he repositioned himself you realized his intentions were anything but.

"I know. I'm still happy you came. We haven't been able to spend a lot of time together and I miss you a lot. I'm sorry I've been so busy because of work." Your heart melted at the statement, even as he continued to pepper kisses along your neck, pulling your (read his) hoodie and placing them on your exposed collarbone.

"I missed you too, so much. And I understand I knew that there would be times when we couldn't talk because of work. I signed up for this when I chose an idol." He placed another kiss on your neck, accompanied by four more. You strained to remember if you had locked the door when he nipped at your neck, before certainly sucking a bruise. You bit your lip trying to hide a moan, knowing where this was going to lead.

With Minghao stress and horniness intermingle. This isn't the first time that you've been in this position. Hopefully you locked the door so that you wouldn't have to relive the actual first time you had sex in the studio. Forgetting to lock the door, and an unsuspecting Dino walked in on you both. The embarrassment lasted for weeks afterwards, neither of you being able to face Dino alone without feeling the burn from embarrassment. The jokes that the rest of the group had at all three of your expense was quite funny thinking back on it.

"Minghao." A whine left your lips at a particularly hard bite, followed by a moan when he sucked on it hard. You didn't even have to see him to know that there was a smirk on his face, pride evident over his effect on you.

"What baby? I just need to relieve some stress. That okay?" He spoke in-between his kisses, his hands sliding underneath your hoodie. Rubbing circles against your bare skin with his thumbs, leaning back as he laughed at your pout.

"Stop teasing me then. Actually do something." Minghao grabbed your thighs and stood up from the chair, causing a loud laugh from you.

"Don't you dare drop me."

"I would never." Jokingly pretending to drop you causing a squeal to leave your mouth before he gently placed you down on the couch. Minghao smiled sweetly as he hovered above you, cupping your cheek with his left hand before connecting your lips for the first time since you've arrived.

He needs chapstick. A thought that plagued your head to distract yourself from the way that you were getting so worked up from a simple kiss. The rough pad of his thumb gliding over your cheek. Minghao was a passionate person and it usually showed in the way he kissed you. Chapped lips against your smooth ones. Sweet and chaste kisses.

"I love you." Minghao whispered, before connecting your lips again. A smile spread on your face as you wrapped yourself around him, pulling him down to you so his body was pressing directly against yours. Despite the sweet moment you couldn't ignore that the fire in your stomach was growing, the kiss was only acting as the catalyst, fueling it even more.

The kisses became more desperate as he pressed his hardening cock against your thigh. A whimper left your mouth at your growing desire, desperate for him to touch you. Minghao bit at your bottom lip, an involuntary gasp causing you to open your mouth so he could stick his tongue in. Both of you tended to be dominant, so you weren't going to let him win it so easily.

Neither of you won actually, only pulling away to catch your breath. Minghao placed his forehead on yours as you both practically just shared the air.

"Please fuck me." Minghao smirked hearing your voice, so fucked out without being properly touched. Grinding himself down against your core a sigh leaving both of your mouths, feeling relief from the growing pressure. A whine left you at the feeling of him rubbing perfectly against your clit, the thin fabric of your sweatpants adding onto the sensation.

You tried to take control of the situation by switching your positions, straddling his lap and grinding down against his cock. Minghao grabbed your hips and forced you over his thigh, helping you pull your hips and back forth. A smirk ever present on his face, seeing him maintain control.

"You're so pretty baby. Trying to be dominant me but you're just here, whining for me to fuck you. For once you're not so big and bad are you?" His words combined with him moving your hips for you caused a moan to build in your throat, your clit rubbing beautifully against the fabric of your panties causing your eyes to start to roll back. You were so close to an orgasm when Minghao stopped, a loud whine leaving your mouths as you looked at him. His eyes lidded as he watched you throw your little tantrum, knowing you weren't gonna get control over the situation easily.

"You wanted to cum baby?" You nodded your head, a pout still evident on your lips.

"Strip for me baby. Then on your knees."

Minghao sat up leaning back on the couch. Hawk eyes staying on your figure as you got undressed, too needy to even think about giving him a show. You tossed your clothes haphazardly on the floor, before dropping to your knees in front of him. You placed your hands on your thighs, excitement coursing through you at what he would do to you. At this point you had given up trying to gain dominance, just enjoying the fact that Minghao would do whatever he wanted to you.

Minghao sat up slightly, grabbing your hair before pulling your head back. In this new pose the marks lining your neck were on display. He tapped on your lips with two fingers causing you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. A proud look covered his face. Seeing his beautiful baby girl with her mouth wide open, tongue lolling out and eyes glassy as you anticipate what he's gonna do.

The feeling of pride only grew in his chest as he spit in your open mouth, a moan leaving you as you swallowed.

"So beautiful baby. All mine." His hand came up to your cheek, cupping it slightly before pulling it away and slapping you lightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to cause you to jerk in his hold, a twinge of pain flowing through your body as he pulled your hair. "You know the safe word." You nodded as best you could,

"You know what to do baby. Make me proud."

Releasing your hair he leaned back against the couch, legs spread enough for you to get between them. You didn't bother fully removing his pants, only yanking them down enough for his cock to pop out. He sighed at the feeling of the air hitting his sensitive head, cock throbbing already.

Minghao was pretty naturally. Every part of him was pretty, including his cock. It was long and thick, perfect for hitting every spot. The head was pink, shiny from the pre cum steadily leaking from it. Grabbing the base you rubbed it against your lips smearing the precum while making sure that Minghao was watching. Sticking your tongue out you kitten licked the tip, the salty taste spreading over your tongue.

"No teasing. Be a good girl okay?" You ignored his words but decided on your own that his cock looked too delectable to not be in your mouth. Wrapping your lips around the head you sucked on it lightly, a low groan leaving his mouth. You took him further into your mouth, gagging as you pressed your nose against the base, taking in the smell of his soap and slight must as you took a deep breath.

"Fuck baby." His hand flew to your hair, grabbing it and guiding you up and down his cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you took him down your throat again, enjoying the groans that left his mouth, and feeling him tug at your hair when you swallowed around him, endless praises leaving his mouth.

"So good babygirl. You always know how to suck me so properly huh? You were made just for sucking my dick. My pretty girl." His praises being punctuated by his moans. You continued to suck on his cock as your free hand slid down your body. You collected your wetness on two fingers before sliding them in, your moan muffled by his cock as you fucked yourself on your fingers. His cock was heavy on your tongue, you felt it twitch knowing that he was ready to cum.

"My baby girl couldn't wait huh? You want daddy's cock so badly don't you. Want daddy to fuck your pussy how he's fucking your mouth?" Letting another muffled moan out, in turn causing Minghao to pull you off of his cock. Pulling you back onto his lap, he grabbed your jaw before smashing his lips on yours. His pre cum tasted divine when combined with your spit, and he moaned into your mouth from the filth of it.

"Please daddy," You whined into the kiss, "fuck me. I need you."

Minghao changed the position, laying you on your back. Quickly taking off his shorts he settled in between your thighs, lifting them so they were placed on his shoulders. Grabbing the base of his cock he rubbed the head up over hole, coating the tip with your arousal. A hiss leaving your mouth as he tapped it against your clit, sensitive from the teasing and foreplay.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me already." Without a warning Minghao sunk into your heat, a whine leaving his mouth at the feel of your warmth surrounding him. Placing his hands on your thighs he started to thrust in you, setting a fast pace. The music was still playing, now accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, and his balls as they hit your ass.

"F-eel good d-daddy. S' good." Your words slurred as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hot kiss. The kiss was incredibly sloppy, too much teeth, too much spit but perfect for the moment. You just wanted to be connected to Minghao in every way.

"Your pussies so good baby," A whine ripped from his throat at the feeling of you clenching around him, dominance slowly seeping out of him at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, "s' fucking good."

"Fuck stop Minghao." Minghao stopped instantly, pulling out in fear that he hurt you.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" You shook your head before pushing Minghao back, straddling his lip.

"Changing position." Grabbing his cock that was still soaked from your arousal, pushing it back into your hole. Placing your hands on his chest you started to bounce slowly, a moan leaving both of you as the tempo. Swirling your hips you laughed a little when Minghao grabbed your hips, a whine leaving his mouth.

"Fuck baby." He threw his head back exposing his throat. The temptation to bite his throat, leaving a pretty, purple bruise against his creamy skin. Leaning down you placed a kiss on his Adam's apple, softly biting over it causing his hips to jerk up.

"L-look at you. All weak under me," Sliding one of your hands up to his neck, squeezing it slightly. His hips jerked up into you again, rubbing over your g spot the tension in your stomach so close to snapping. Trying to hold it in, trying to enjoy seeing Minghao like this.

"Wonder what the boys would think. Your so weak under me, letting me use you. You probably tell them that you only top huh?" Minghao shook his head, face flushed as a blush spread down to his chest, " Wonder what'd they think if they caught us." His eyes fluttered close, grip on your waist tightening. Your thigh burning from the strenuous activity.

"Walking into the studio, seeing me riding you on the couch they all sit on. My hand wrapped around your throat. How would they feel if they knew it was the only way baby boy 8 can cum?" To punctuate your sentence you squeezed his neck harder, watching as his eyes shot open at the sensation, moans leaving his mouth.

Thank god the studios were sound proof.

"Please let me fuck you. Please baby girl I can be good for you." Minghao whined trying to resist the urge to move his hips.

The burning sensation had spread to your hips, and your pace was starting to stutter. Your orgasm in your reach but still too far, and you couldn't keep fucking him at this pace.

“Go ahead.” Minghao planted his feet before thrusting up into you, a punched out moan leaving your mouth. Him taking control over the tempo caused your orgasm to come closer. You knew you wouldn't last at this pace, and you still needed to help him cum. You kept your grip around his throat and dragged your nail down his chest, before flicking his nipples causing a gasp to leave his mouth. Twisting and playing with nipples, drinking in his sounds. His thrusts got sloppier so I knew that he wasn’t going to last long.

"I need to cum. Please let me cum."

“Hold it just a little longer.” Minghao let out a sob at the denial but never slowed his thrusts. Looking down at him I saw that the blush had spread all the way down his chest, his nipples rock hard from me playing with them. His eyes were glossy from unshed tears, strain evident as he tried to hold his orgasm. Hair plastered to his forehead from the sweat coating his body. Just this image of him so fucked out was enough to make your stomach tighten, and the fire roar impossibly hotter.

“Cum now baby.” Minghao released a long moan as his cock twitched before spilling inside of you. Feeling his warm cum coating your walls pushed you into your own orgasm. Minghao's thrust stuttered but you continued, milking him and riding out your own orgasm. When you both finished cumming you laid down on top of Minghao, him wrapping his arms around you as you tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck." Was the only thing Minghao said and you nodded your head, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he panted. "We need to clean up." Standing up you quickly grabbed your underwear, not trying to have any of his cum leak out and cause a bigger mess.

Grabbing a stray napkin from the table you helped Minghao clean himself off, wiping the cum before tossing him his underwear. Grabbing his hoodie you quickly tossed it on, before grabbing your phone and checking the time.

"It's 11:50, do you want to order food before we go home?" Minghao nodded his head, still focused on getting dressed. After ordering the food you both went back to cuddling on the couch, definitely needing it.

“I know what the song is gonna be about now.” You let out a laugh as you smacked Minghao's chest, a giggle leaving his own mouth. Shaking your head you cuddled up closer to him, enjoying the moment of peace before he would have to inevitably get back to his work.

“Glad to be of service.”

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Early Morning Workout (kth+ksj)

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Relationships: Jin x Taehyung Genre: smut, PWP, Dead Dove Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~3.7k

Tags: Smut, PWP, Dead Dove, Deepthroating, Facefucking, Watersports, Wetting, Vomit, Emetophilia, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Idolverse, Omorashi, Rough Sex, Choking, Gagging

Summary: Jin has some new ways to motivate Taehyung in their morning workouts. It goes better than he could have imagined.

A/N: 16th Kinktober fic, day 28: deep throating; inspired by this piece of artwork; please heed the tag warnings for this one

Taehyung yanked the blanket up more firmly over his head, only leaving a halo of his shaggy brown hair peeking out. “Go ‘way,” he mumbled, muffled by the pillow.

“Get up, Kim Taehyung,” Jin said again, yanking the blanket with more force downward. Taehyung yanked up, resulting in a rather ridiculous tug of war over the blanket. Finally, Jin’s hands slipped and he stumbled backwards. Taehyung made a small noise of triumph, still firmly buried under the blanket.

Jin smirked. He crept forward carefully, spotting Taehyung’s feet exposed from the blanket’s upward motion. Moving as quick as he could once he reached the bed, Jin pounced on Taehyung’s legs, pinning them. He grabbed Taehyung’s slender left ankle and began to tickle the sole of his foot.

Taehyung howled, immediately beginning to buck and thrash, trying to dislodge Jin. Jin held tight, bearing down to keep Taehyung from kicking him. He switched the target of his tickling, moving to the right foot even as Taehyung screamed and smacked at his head and back with the pillow.

“Fine!” He finally sobbed between fits of laughter. “I’m up! I’m up, I’ll get up!”

Jin hesitated in his tickling, looking back at Taehyung.

The younger was red faced, sweating and panting. His hair was a wild mess, both from the earlier tug of war with the blanket and from the thrashing. Jin touched his foot again.

“Mean it?”

“I mean it.” Taehyung said. “No more, I’m gonna wet myself if you keep it up.”

“Well, perhaps I should. Then you’d definitely need to get up.” He scraped his nails lightly over the sole of his foot again and Taehyung sobbed, waving his hands.

“No! Please, I promise.”

“We’re due to work out this morning together, Taehyung.”

Taehyung groaned, glancing back at his pillow pile. He looked like he was considering lying down again, so Jin pressed a finger to his arch. “Ah-ah… Don’t even.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Taehyung grumbled. He jerked his leg to the side, slamming it into Jin’s arm and dislodging him from his perch on Taehyung’s legs. Jin sat upright, allowing Taehyung to rise from the bed, scratching his messy hair. Jin rose as well, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s middle. He began to kiss over his neck, nosing behind his ear.

“Come on, I’ll make it fun,” Jin murmured, meeting Taehyung’s gaze in the vanity mirror. Taehyung smirked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“How do you plan to make working out fun?” He asked.

“Well, it’s push-ups first on the menu, isn’t it?” Jin asked, pressing a little closer to Taehyung. “I had an amazing idea about how to make push-ups a little more… Stimulating.”

Taehyung pressed his hips back, and Jin knew he could feel his stiff cock through his sweats.

“Oh?” Taehyung breathed.

“Mhm…” Jin nipped his earlobe before sliding his hand down the front of Taehyung’s pajamas. He palmed his cock before beginning to stroke it. “Fuck my throat.”

Taehyung choked on air, his eyes widening. Jin laughed softly, holding Taehyung’s body flush to his own. He began to grind against his ass.

“I mean it,” Jin said.

“H—How?” Taehyung asked. He closed his eyes when Jin squeezed his cock gently.

“Simple. I’ll lie under you while you do push-ups. I mean, your cock is right there anyways, I realized it last time we were working out. All you need to do is be naked… And hard…” He moved his hand down to gently play with Taehyung’s balls. “And just slide it into my open mouth. Then every push up you do… Means you pump your cock into my throat.”

Taehyung’s breath rushed out in a groan.

“Will that work? Won’t I choke you?”

Jin smirked at him in the mirror. “As if you don’t choke me with your cock regularly. You know I like it. I’ll tap you if it’s too much, same as always.”

Taehyung wet his lips. “I… I want to,” he whispered. “It sounds sexy.”

Jin nodded. “I’ll set up the mat.”

“I need to piss, then I’ll be right back.”

Jin slid his hand reluctantly out of Taehyung’s pajamas and headed over to the closet, opening it to find the workout mat hidden inside. He set it up and stripped nude, lying on it on his back. He began to stroke his cock lazily, focusing on the gentle squeeze of his hand and the way his balls tightened and released with each stroke. Precome welled at his tip and he ran his thumb through it, shuddering at the sparks of pleasure that arced through his nerves.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Taehyung murmured. Jin tilted his head back, looking at Taehyung upside down as he reentered the room. He watched him strip out of his pajamas, cock still half hard.

“Come here,” Jin murmured. Taehyung went to him.

“Now, push-up position, with your cock over my face.”

“How many push ups?” Taehyung asked, stroking himself.

“Hm… At least fifty. Or until you come down my throat… Whichever happens first.”

Taehyung smirked. “But,” Jin cautioned, lifting a finger. “They need to be complete push ups. I want your balls on my lips every time.”

“Yes sir,” Taehyung teased. He crawled over Jin, placing his hands on either side of his hips, his thighs already tense as he held himself above Jin’s head.

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth. Don’t fall on me.”

Taehyung laughed. “I promise I won’t.”

Jin grunted. He angled Taehyung’s cock down, pleased to find it slipped perfectly into his mouth just past the tip when Taehyung was in his position.

“Start,” Jin said as well as he could, his voice muffled.

The first push up was slow and measured. Taehyung’s cock slipped into Jin’s mouth. He gagged hard, screwing his eyes shut. He breathed carefully through his nose, swallowing around the thick head of Taehyung’s cock until it slipped into his throat. Deeper, deeper - Jin relaxed when Taehyung’s balls pressed against his upper lip. He gagged hard when Taehyung raised himself up, spit filling his mouth. He retched, his cock throbbing even as his belly tightened.

“One,” he whispered when only Taehyung’s tip remained behind his lips.

“You good?” Taehyung panted, already sounding taken apart. Jin gave a thumbs up, reaching up with his other hand to pat Taehyung’s bare ass in encouragement.

Taehyung nodded and shifted his weight. He lowered himself down again, a little steadier this time. Jin swallowed him down, willing his throat to relax. Tears welled in his eyes. He retched again when Taehyung lifted up, laughing breathlessly. “Two,” he mumbled, still muffled by Taehyung’s tip.

Thrust by thrust, Taehyung picked up a steady pace, moving a little faster. Jin gripped the sides of the mat, his cock dribbling onto his belly as the thick cock gagged him, slipping into his resisting throat. Drool dribbled out from the sides of his mouth and down his cheeks, leaving cooling wet streaks. His throat convulsed on each thrust, forcing out wet, gulping, clicking noises that had his stomach twisting with the obscenity of it all. He’d lost count at twenty push-ups, focusing more intensely on not losing what little he had in his stomach as while Taehyung fucked his face.

Taehyung was moaning above him, his breath hot on Jin’s cock as he panted. Jin could see his stomach shining with sweat, and see the tension in his thighs, but Taehyung showed no signs of slowing his push-ups.

Another five minutes passed. It had to be at fifty by now. Jin’s throat was beginning to ache, his jaw already sore from holding it open wide enough to avoid catching his teeth on Taehyung’s cock. He gagged hard on a deep thrust, feeling his throat close completely for a second. It forced Taehyung’s cock out and he turned his head, gagging and retching.

Taehyung scrambled up, helping him sit up. “You okay?” He worried, panting.

Jin nodded. He coughed hard and drew in a deep breath of air. The motion forced a burp from his belly and they both dissolved into a titter of soft laughs.

“We should stop,” Taehyung worried. Jin shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he said, coughing again. “Just lemme catch my breath.”

“I’ve done well over fifty. It should be your turn.” Taehyung slid his fingers down the length of Jin’s cock. “You want me to try it?”

“You hate blowjobs,” Jin argued. He crawled over to the small fridge in the corner of the room, pulling out a bottle of water and chugging part of it. He passed it to Taehyung, wiping the spit off his chin and cheeks.

Taehyung pouted. “You’re not wrong,” he admitted.

Jin nodded. “And while I enjoy your delightful mouth…” He kissed Taehyung’s lips. “I don’t want to make you do something you find unpleasant. You please me in other ways.”

Taehyung smiled softly. “Okay, fair enough. But it is your turn to work out, my arms are exhausted.”

Jin passed the water bottle to Taehyung, thinking. “Well, you still need to come,” he finally said.

“Obviously,” Taehyung snarked, smirking when Jin glared at him.

“Ah!” Jin grinned. “I got it.” He shifted around and patted the mat. “Lie down on your back. This’ll be a work out for both of us.”

Taehyung glared, mistrusting, but did as Jin asked. Jin went onto his knees and elbows, gently nuzzling against Taehyung’s cock for a moment. “I’ll plank. You fuck my throat.”

“You sure you can take it?”

“Oh yeah, you know I like this sort of thing.”

Taehyung smirked and nodded. He lifted his cock, letting Jin get into position before grabbing his head and pushing his tip past his lips.

Taehyung laid flat, Jin’s hands on his sides. He began to use his shoulders and feet to thrust up, forcing his cock down Jin’s throat once more. Jin’s throat convulsed, his shoulders jerking. His stomach was already tight from the position, not giving his body much of a chance to really gag.

Taehyung grabbed the back of his head with one hand, forcing it to remain still.

“You’re losing your form,” he panted. “Quit letting your hips sag.”

Jin grunted around his cock and shifted his hips to the proper position once more.

“Good, tap when you need to drop the position for a few seconds.”

Jin grunted again, ending in a wet glucking noise as Taehyung’s cock penetrated his throat.

Jin tapped on the mat after a few more seconds. Taehyung tugged his hair and lowered his own hips, dragging Jin’s head down with him.

Jin smirked as well as he could, understanding. He began to pump his head along Taehyung’s cock from the new lying position, guided by his hand in his hair.

Spit and precome dribbled down Taehyung’s shaft. Jin stuck his tongue out, licking Taehyung’s balls as well as he could.

Taehyung moaned openly, his cock twitching in Jin’s mouth.

“Back up,” he panted after a bit, guiding Jin back into his planking position and resuming his aggressive thrusting upward.

Jin could feel his stomach rolling and twisting, the water he chugged churning dangerously. He retched hard and broke from the plank, moving back away from Taehyung’s cock.

Taehyung sat up. “You okay?”

Jin nodded, closing his eyes and swallowing hard to will his stomach to settle. “That water was about to come back up,” he admitted, laughing a little as his cheeks and ears burned.

“Oh geez, I’m sorry,” Taehyung worried, moving forward and kissing Jin’s cheek.

“Oh, I wouldn’t have minded,” Jin confessed, his face warming more when Taehyung looked at him. “I just mean…” Jin shrugged. “I moved back so I wouldn’t freak you out if it happened.”

“You’re into that?” Taehyung clarified.

Jin shrugged again. “I like being gagged. Comes with the territory.”

“What have you eaten today?”

“Nothing. Just water. Wanted to go out to breakfast after we worked out.”

Taehyung bit his lip. He looked at the bottle sitting on the floor for a long moment before grabbing it and shoving it at Jin’s chest.

“Take a few drinks. Your mouth was getting kinda dry. You have at least ten planks left and I still haven’t come.”

Jin looked at Taehyung, his brows rising in question. Was he really suggesting… Taehyung smirked and shrugged. “If it happens, it happens,” he said, stretching out on the floor.

Jin’s heart skipped a beat. He nodded and took a few drinks, swishing the last in his mouth to wet it. He went back into the plank position, opening his mouth to let Taehyung’s cock back in.

Taehyung didn’t bother to ease Jin back into it. As soon as he braced himself, Taehyung was pumping into his throat, fingers buried in his hair to keep his head still. Jin struggled to remain still and breathe, tears streaking down his face as his sore throat was forced open. His own cock was still as hard as a rock, dribbling precome onto the mat as his balls throbbed, pushed right to the edge of orgasm.

He hit the mat and Taehyung let him down once more, tightening his grip and forcing Jin’s head up and down his spit slicked shaft.

“That’s fucking perfect,” Taehyung panted. He pushed Jin’s head down, burying Jin’s nose in his pubic mound. Jin struggled, his breathing entirely cut off with Taehyung’s cock. His throat began to convulse, trying to dislodge Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung moaned loudly, letting his head go. Jin shot back, retching hard. He spat a mouthful of thick saliva onto the mat between Taehyung’s legs, looking up at him. Taehyung had one brow cocked, clearly waiting for the okay.

Jin nodded, offering a grin.

“Come on, get back into position,” Taehyung said, lightly patting his cheek. Jin obeyed, and Taehyung’s cock slid home once more.

Over and over, they repeated the process. Jin held the plank for a minute and a half, and lowered himself, letting Taehyung violate his sore throat as he struggled to keep his stomach together. He’d never been more turned on. They played rough, at times, but Jin was normally the instigator; it was nice to have Taehyung take the lead this time.

After the ninth plank, Taehyung pulled his cock free, stroking it. It was soaked with Jin’s drool. “God, I’m close,” he panted. He pushed another bottle of water toward Jin. “I want a nice, wet hole to come in,” he growled.

Jin moaned, his throat raspy. He opened the bottle with shaking hands, both from the workout and arousal, and tipped it back. He chugged the entire bottle, his belly tightening and aching in warning.

“Come on. Number ten.”

Jin groaned and settled back into position. Taehyung slipped his cock in, but didn’t immediately thrust deep. Instead, he just pumped his hips up lightly, letting his cock slide over Jin’s tongue. He stroked the exposed part of his cock hard and fast, nearly hitting Jin’s swollen lips.

Jin smacked the mat, signaling he was done. Taehyung lowered his hips a little, but continued to thrust as Jin lowered his body. And more, keeping his cock just beyond that sensitive spot. Jin lowered himself to the ground, sucking gently on Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung began to grunt, his cock twitching in Jin’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. He grabbed Jin’s head and forced it down, bumping his throat with the tip. Jin gagged hard and Taehyung pulled his head back.

“That’s it,” he panted, thrusting again. His cock slid a little deeper, a wet gwocking sound as he pulled back. Jin heaved and Taehyung pushed his head down again. His cock throbbed, shooting hot come down Jin’s throat. The sudden thrust of his cock and spurts of come were too much. Jin heaved, his stomach flipping. He felt the water forcing its way back up, and began to heave harder as Taehyung’s cock blocked its exit.

Taehyung threw his head back, screaming happily. He pumped his hips a few times moaning. “Fuck, fuck — Jin, oh God,” he moaned. He finally let his cock slip out of Jin’s throat. The water followed violently, spilling out around his cock. He thrust in again, still coming, forcing another retch from Jin.

Jin tried to sob, choking. His cock twitched and he lifted himself up on his knees, holding his aching stomach. Hot piss poured out of his cock and down his legs, arcs spurting further each time he gagged.

Taehyung moaned, leaning his hand down and catching some of the piss in his hand.

“Oh god yeah, let it all out, Jin,” he groaned, thrusting again.

Jin sobbed as he puked up the last of his stomach contents, his belly aching painfully as he dry heaved. His own cock jerked hard as the piss stream eased up, and moaned involuntarily, gagging on the come and water.

Taehyung let Jin go as soon as he stopped coming. Jin sat up, gasping for air. He looked down at himself, blushing. His belly was coated with his own piss, and streaks of water mixed with Taehyung’s come were running down his chest.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked again.

Jin nodded. He slid his hand down through the mess and grabbed his still hard cock. He began to stroke it. He met Taehyung’s gaze.

Taehyung smirked and rose to his knees, crawling over to Jin. He rose, his torso dripping wet. “I’m thirsty,” Jin rasped, hoping Taehyung would understand.

Taehyung grinned and grabbed his softening cock, allowing Jin to lean forward and wrap his lips around it. He set his hand gently on Jin’s head, stroking his fingers through his hair and untangling the knots he’d created by pulling it.

Jin closed his eyes, gasping softly at the first spurt of piss that hit his tongue. Taehyung didn’t hold back, forcing him to gulp as quickly as he could so he wouldn’t lose any. His cock twitched in his hand, and he reached down, gently squeezing his balls.

Taehyung’s stream finally tapered off and Jin slumped down, grunting and moaning softly as he worked his hand over his cock.

“Come on,” Taehyung soothed, kneeling in front of him. He began to kiss over his shoulder and neck. “Come on, Jin. Let it out, you’ve been so good, make yourself come. Look at the pretty mess we made together, one more load to make it complete.”

A cry ripped from Jin’s sore throat. His cock began to spurt, streaks of come landing on the mat between them, Jin’s legs, and even Taehyung’s thighs. He giggled and ran his hand through it, rubbing it into his beautiful, smooth skin.

“Good boy,” he murmured, kissing Jin’s cheek.

Jin whimpered, his entire body sagging. He tried to gather himself, to say something, anything. But he could do nothing more than kneel in the middle of his mess and shiver.

Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. He held onto Jin, a comforting anchor in a sea of emotions Jin couldn’t quite place.

Taehyung let go of him but remained in view, wandering over to grab a towel. He cleaned up the area around them and Jin as well as he could. Jin wanted to help. He tried, but his arms felt like lead weights. He sobbed brokenly, shuddering hard. “T—Taehyung—“

“I know,” Taehyung soothed, petting his hair and kissing the top of his head. “Don’t be scared, I’m here for you.” He helped Jin to stand and sit on the edge of the bed to finish cleaning up the area. He tucked everything wet into one corner of the room and went back to Jin.

“We’re gonna go shower now.”

Jin let himself be pulled up, walking with Taehyung to the bathroom. He leaned on the wall, closing his eyes as Taehyung ran the shower.

“Stay with me,” Taehyung said softly. “I still expect that breakfast you promised after this.”

Jin smiled lamely. He opened his mouth, surprised at how dry it was. Wetting his lips, he attempted to speak, his voice coming out a weak croak.

“I’ll get you breakfast,” he grumbled, relieved he was able to form a sentence at all. “I’m starving.”

“You and me both,” Taehyung agreed. He pulled Jin into the shower. “Starting to come back to me now?”

“Think so,” Jin mumbled. His body seemed to be coming down from whatever high it was on. He scowled, a deep unsettling feeling sinking into his bones.

“Hey, what’s that face for?” Taehyung worried, catching Jin’s chin with his finger gently.

Jin looked up at him. “Am I a freak? For what we just did?” He whispered. “Do you think I’m gross?”

“What?” Taehyung laughed. “Of course not. I encouraged it. And frankly, it was sexy. I don’t wanna do it a lot, it can’t be good for your body… But every now and again… I really enjoyed it. I wish you’d told me about it earlier, we could’ve figured something out sooner.”

“I thought it was gross,” Jin mumbled.

“Not at all. Now, if you’d just eaten a seven-course meal, maybe. But stuff like that, what we did there, not at all.”

Jin chuckled a little, looking at Taehyung timidly. “I really… Really liked it,” he whispered.

“I could tell. You got all floaty.” Taehyung tapped his nose with his finger. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was fun, I’m fine with it, I enjoyed it, okay? If you have kinks like that, please let me know. I love you, Jin – I want to make you happy in bed. You accommodate my preferences, I want to do the same for you.”

Jin nodded. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too. Now, I’d kiss you, but I do have limits.”

Jin laughed again, nodding. “Understood.” He leaned over and slipped his arm out of the shower curtain, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste. He stood upright again and held it up. “I’ll take care of that.”

“Please do.” Taehyung kissed his shoulder. “Then we’ll go have a nice breakfast.”

Jin nodded. He added paste to his toothbrush and chuckled.

“Hm?” Taehyung asked, wetting his hair.

“You know… We didn’t really work out,” Jin said, chuckling still.

Taehyung laughed. “No, but I’d say it counts. Sex is an excellent workout.”

“Mhm – I’m sure our trainer wouldn’t agree,” Jin argued. He began to brush his teeth.

“Well our trainer doesn’t have to know,” Taehyung said simply. He added shampoo to his hair. “Our early morning workouts are our own little secret from now on.”

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