#sorrryyy for disappointing!

[onlinekitsune]

LET ME IN: SAEYOUNG CHOI (PART TWO)

"make your way to me through the waves"

PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS ─ saeyoung choi x gnc!reader, not proofread, this is mostly comfort?? kinda just on saeyoung's side sorrryyy

SYNOPSIS ─ after a bit of an argument played out, between you. saeyoung returns back inside of the bedroom. unaware that you're actually awake, he begins to talk out his feelings.

WRITER’S NOTE ─ a handful of people requested a part two of the original!! which i honored and very gratful for!! i have a hard time liking my content, so when others tell me they enjoyed it, it means a lot! i tried my best with this but, kinda lost where i was going with it. again, a bit of dialogue is taken directly from the game. (day 8/9 iirc) i hope you enjoy! and again, thank you for all your kind words and support! i know i am off and on about posting content on here, but know that your words aren't just ignored!! so erm... anyways. do you think i could do a part three lmao

Your dreams were hard to recall as you continued to lay still in bed. Perhaps that was for the better, a dream about the argument prior or even recalling happier times in the chatroom would haunt you. You took a deep breath, not bothering to even open your eyes or get up. You felt exhausted, mentally and physically. It was ironic to you how crying provided the same effects as if you were to actually do something straining. Your hand slid through your sheets, blindingly guiding you to your phone. Before you could even reach it, you hear the door creak open. You laid completely still, unsure of what to do. Footsteps gently got closer, stopping as they reached right in front of you. The sound of fabric brushing against each other filled the room. Your heart raced, not sure what to expect. But you continued to stay still.

“You’re… asleep? Good.” Seven sighed, breaking the silence. He reached out his hand, brushing against the sheets. "You’re really quiet while you’re sleeping...” The room returned to its silence for a moment. You felt him lean his upper body on the bed, only being able to assume that he was kneeling before you. “You’re something, you know? I… must have hurt you by saying all those things, but you somehow manage to still be so bright. Even now. You remind me of the 707 I pretend to be in the chatroom. You have more in common with him than… Saeyoung.”

Your face slightly furrowed, hearing his voice become soft and vulnerable. You so desperately wanted to sit up and comfort him. But, you knew that if you did he’d immediately retreat. You continued pretending to be asleep, allowing him to continue. 

“Saeyoung is dark and pessimistic. His cold and complicated personality is the true me. I-I can’t wear the mask of the happy-go-lucky 707. I want you to realize that and be disappointed. I’m not a fun and cool person. I can put you in danger. So, don’t waste your feelings on me. I know telling you this won’t stop you. You’re so strange.” He continued. Hearing him talk bad about himself made your heart ache. If only he knew. If only he could see himself from your perspective. His hand hovered over yours before gently placing it on top, dissipating your thoughts. His touch was gentle, as if any friction could cause you to crumble beneath his fingers. “No, it's not you that's strange. It’s me. You’re actually… so nice and warm. You know, I… I sometimes dream about you accepting the real me. It’s a ridiculous dream, I know. But, thank you for allowing me to dream, at the very least.” His thumb brushed against the back of your hand before slipping away. 

The silence filled the room again, accompanied by your heartbeat in your ears. The weight on the bed returns to how it was, as he gets up. “Please, remember in your dreams that you can’t trust V… or even me. Be less nice to me, so that when I disappear, you won’t be hurt. Don’t trust anyone, and promise me you’ll stay safe. Allowing me to protect you is more than enough. It’s more than I deserve. It’s enough for Saeyoung.” He uttered, slowly turning away from you. You snuck a glance, seeing that he was now facing away from you but stood still.

“Saeyoung.” You let out, softly. You shifted from the bed, sitting up against the headboard. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just leaving-”

“Saeyoung. Please. Just wait a second.” You pleaded, looking up at him with soft eyes. He winced, hearing his name come from you a second time. He took a deep breath, and turned around to face you. He kept a straight face, but you could see the ache in his eyes. “Can we sit and talk?” You added. He hesitated, but ultimately gave in. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.

“So, I can assume you heard everything?”

“I…Yes, I did. I didn’t want to pretend to be asleep but, also didn’t want you to run off.” you answered, grabbing onto your wrist. Your gaze met him as he turned his head to look at you. “Listen, I know how you feel. Pretending to be this happy-go-lucky person. I have experience with that, clearly. I don’t know how much you actually found out about me but… just know we have that in common, okay? I like yo-”

“Even if you say you like me, my life can’t embrace anything. You don’t know how it feels to live this kind of life. You shouldn’t be nice to me when you don’t know anything. The person you truly like is the 707 in the chatroom, just… forget about me. About this.” he interrupted, turning away from you. He was mere moments from leaving out the door, you felt it. And if he did, it’d return you back to where you were. In a moment of desperation, you bolted forward, hugging him from behind.

“Then please, help me understand the person in front of me…” You muttered, resting your head on his back. Saeyoung didn’t pull away, or even try to. He stood frozen, unable to comprehend what his mind was going through.

“You!” He let out, stunned. His eyes shut, slowly giving in to your affection. “Why are you doing this to me? You’re making this harder than it should. I live a dangerous life, one you don’t need to be involved in. I couldn't even protect my own brother… I have to abandon the person I adore. My life is good for nothing.”

“I’ve been through a bomb and a hacker, it’s a little too late for me to not be involved. I like the you that’s in front of me. Regardless of how complicated anything else is, I want to know you.”  

Saeyoung shook his head, taking a deep breath. “Please, don’t do this. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. I… cherish you. I want to make you happy, but I can't! Why do you want to be with me when my life is so dangerous? Why do you… even like me?” He asked, his voice trailing off ever so subtly. You break off the hug, and sit beside him on the edge of the bed. 

“It’s more complicated than that. I can’t give a simple answer. I just like you, Saeyoung.”

“You’re impossible. What are you going to do if something happens to you because of me? What then?”

You gave him a soft smile, before reaching out to grab his hand. He didn’t bother to stop you, or even pull away. “No matter what happens, I won’t regret my feelings for you.” you uttered, now brushing your thumb across his hand. Another sigh, and again he shut his eyes for a moment. 

“I don’t know anymore. You’re so strange. I.. feel like i’m going strange too. No matter what I do… I can't seem to get rid of your feelings for me. Nothing good will happen by being close to me, you know. It’ll be too late to regret it later.” He muttered. You let go of his hand, placing it on his shoulder. You slightly tugged at him to turn. You two faced each other directly. You saw the sadness, the despair, the anguish in his eyes. Up close this time. 

“There’s no way I'll regret being with you, Saeyoung.” you softly replied, gently cupping his face. He stood there, as if he was afraid to touch you. To give into the affection. 

“You shouldn’t say that too easily. Ugh. I always told myself that I wouldn’t ever want to grow close to someone. But you’re making that so… complicated. I- I can’t believe you’re getting to me. Gods, what am I supposed to do now?” He asked, reaching to hold your forearms. You let out a soft breath, before leaning closer to him.

“First, just take some time and think about accepting my feelings. We can figure out the rest from there, alright?.” you answered, tilting your head slightly. You wanted to be his light, especially now.

“Alright… I’ll need some time.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait.”

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[tvgals]

it was a humid summer night outside with reiner and his friends, music going and drinks flowing. everyone was having a great time, including you — until reiner opened his big dumb mouth.

“mhm a-and y’know,” reiner starts, pointing his finger at no one subjectively. “i dominate y/n all the time…al-ways tellin’ her what and what not to do..” he stumbles, hiccuping occasionally. he earned the “ooo’s” from his friends he was searching for, he was on the top of the world for 10 seconds. until he saw your face. your eyes bore into his, an unamused smile on your face. reiner whimpered under his breath, pursing his lips together and looking down. “why don’t ya give us a show huh?” one of his friends shouted out, getting giggles and agreements. reiner couldn’t bear to look up, to see your disappointed face.

“let’s go inside reiner.” you suggest, standing up from your plastic chair. reiner nods and stands up, putting his beer on the ground. once you two are at the front door, you can hear the shouts of; “don’t go too rough on her!” and “be gentle!” and it boiled your blood. as soon as you two were inside you let reiner know the deal.

“i don’t know what you think you’re doing but it’s not working. go to the bedroom and strip. i’ll be back.” reiner looks everywhere but your eyes, with a, “yes ma’am.” he walks to the bedroom. you walk back outside and gather all the men’s attention. “y’all wanted a show right?” you call out, watching all of reiners little friends perk up. they all look amongst themselves and stand up, following you into the house. you guide them into your shared room and their mouth gape open at their oh so fearless leader face down ass up. you snicker.

“this is what y’all wanted to see right? reiner submitting like a little bitch?” reiner whined at your words, somehow not aware of his friends being in the room. you rummage through your closet to find a brightly colored shoe box, filled with you two’s sex toys. you grab the strap and hook it onto your body, grabbing the lube afterwards. you can hear the sounds of pants and belts dropping. this is all going according to plan. you walk over to reiner and pull his hair hard enough to bring his head up, his pretty eyes already flushed with tears. “they’re all here to see you, rei.” you whisper into his ear, his bottom lip quivering. you tell him to turn around to face everyone, still on the bed on all fours. he can’t bring himself to look at them. “like the view?” you giggle, spitting on reiner’s puckered hole. sliding one finger inside. reiner let’s the tears fall, sniffing occasionally. you lube up your strap and hold onto reiner’s hips, slowly pushing it inside. rei’s moans and whines fill the room, all his friends erections growing more and more each second.

“‘m sorrryyy!!” reiner whines, feeling you bottom out.

“no you aren’t. you’re embarrassed. embarrassed at how your friends are watching you get your brains fucked out.” you snarl, forcing reiner to arch his back. “i am sorry! so so so sorry!!” your husband cried, snot running down his face. “look at your friends, rei’. they’re getting off on you being dominated. about to cum by watching their friend get fucked.” you tell him, your grip on his hips getting more brutal each second. you bring one hand to jerk him off and the other to shove two fingers in his mouth. reiner couldn’t take it, and neither could his friends. reiner goes cross eyed as he feels his climax approaching.

“‘m gonna cum! pleaseeeee..” reiner babbles, all his friends already ejaculating, their shaky legs and pants egging on reiner more. “go ahead, rei. give them a damn good show.” and with that, reiner let’s go of himself, an animalistic moan escaping his lips. he falls flat on the bed as all his friends zip their pants up and say their goodbyes. maybe you could do this every weekend.

@thatwasntverycashmoneyofme

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[a-libra-writes]

u sent a submission instead of ask so i had to copy/paste this rq lol sorry about that, dumb rambling thoughts below

anyhoo its actually been a hot second since i thought about Linda and Arthur, and i remember just being disappointed. there was potential for interesting writing and it was squandered. Initially i thought she was meant to be too cheery, too nice and religious and she was some kind of nut but no. its so ... strange how Linda doesnt seem to understand she married into a crime family - compared her to Lizzie or Esme - and i always wondered if like. Did someone trick her? How did she not know what Arthur or the Shelbys were like? Why are we given like zero info on how they met. i always suspected that tommy sorta introduced them or threw them together because they wanted someone to "deal" with arthur but we just get no information.

and i just recall not really caring for Linda and Arthur's subplot, because I wasnt sure what they were doing with Linda half the time. everytime i thought something interesting would happen id just get disappointed in a "oh, the writers are doing this? ok then" kind of way if that makes sense? and im not one of those people who acts like Arthur is a total woobie whose totally justified in every fucked up thing he does. and i feel bad for disliking one of the shows lead female characters but im sorrryyy she just bored or annoyed meeeee.

Sorry if this doesnt make sense, i just wish their relationship was more interesting i guess. esme also got yeeted out of the narrative, so yanno... at least we had lizzie, ada and polly, the trifecta. if i rewatched the series i might have concrete examples rather than this rambling mess :/

#submission #also im tired lol #not writing #libra says

[jjpmoans]

pleasurable temptation | cyj [m]

word counts : 2.9k+

warnings : cosplaying kink, a hint of exhibitionism, pure smut (it’s bad lmao)

summary :  What did he do to be under this kind of situation? What did he ever trigger you with? Why is he helplessly moaning while you take him in your mouth without sparing him any mercy? While he is playing with his friends even? What did Youngjae even do to deserve such a torturous pleasure? 

“Wait, baby, I can’t. Please don’t do this to me.”

a/n : sooo for october, we decided to join together for a writing collab between the members or @got7creators​! It is called All Sins Week since we are posting a week straight at the end of October. Do check other writer’s kinktober fic as well! Also I am fourth in the order and please forgive me for this absolutely no filth fic. I have no idea what I wrote and I am open for critics bcs I know it’s bad wkkwkwkkwkw and sorrryy if you feel like it’s bland. But i hope you enjoy reading and please give a lot of love to other writers of this collaboration!

[ All Sins Week Masterlist ]

“If you’re Tatsumi,” you ask, breaking Youngjae’s attention from the anime he’s watching. You’re sitting next to him, as usual as he binges watching his anime. “Who would you choose? Akame or Esdeath?”

Youngjae’s eyebrow raises, looking at you questioningly. It’s not new, you’re always asking random questions about the anime he’s watching out of nowhere but this time it’s different. You’re asking him to choose between the protagonist and the antagonist if he’s Tatsumi, the main character. “Choose as in what? As in my comrade?”

“As in your lover?” you scoop your ice cream into your mouth, waiting patiently for his answer as he’s having a breakdown over whom to choose. Youngjae always has a hard time choosing between the protagonist and the side characters, saying that of course people always like the main protagonist but the side characters are also precious.

Which is why now you only want him to choose between the two sexy female characters but you can see smoke coming out of his head.

“Do I really need to choose?” he looks at you with a painfully desperate face, wanting a way out of the question. “I like both though!”

“Nope.” you tut, placing down your bowl on the side table. “You need to choose one. Like if Akame and Esdeath offer to have a one night stand with you, who will you choose?”

You can see Youngjae shifts uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze by keeping his eyes on the tv screen. It’s not long before you spot the growing tent under his pants that makes him shift a couple more times and whines, “Baby, you’re making it sound weird.”

“Well,” it’s not that weird but it does feel weird when your boyfriend is turned on by a 2D character. “Choose one, big boy.”

“Why would any of them wants to have sex with me?”

“I don’t know.” you laugh. You know it sounds kind of weird but who cares? “Maybe they think you’re hot.”

“Nonsense.” He inhales a deep breath, biting his lower lips in an attempt of rethinking his decision, before turning to you like he has made a decision. “Alright, background aside okay?”

You raise your shoulders, agreeing with whatever his condition is. You don’t really care about their backgrounds, you just want to see which one of the female characters that got your man hard. 

“I personally think Esdeath is sexier.” he confesses, grimacing when he sees your serious listening face. However you keep him going, no attempt to cut him off. “Her outfit is always on point, but she looks very sexy in this one episode. So-” Youngjae scrambles to shake himself out of the narration, ending his answer with a simple statement. “I’d choose Esdeath.”

Tonight is the second night of the weekend and as you both had agreed to, it’s Youngjae’s gaming slash anime night. Usually he would be watching anime up until midnight and then continue by playing games with his friends. However tonight he chose to start playing the game earlier than usual, claiming that none of the animes have uploaded a new episode.

This is where you come in.

You stare into the mirror, looking directly to the satin robe that hugs your curves nicely. It’s light but it’s thick and it’s new. You received it yesterday, just in time for you to wear it on the weekend. 

“I must be insane.” you ruffle your hair, watching it slowly turning into a mess, a beautiful mess. You almost can’t believe that it’s you in the mirror, you look insanely a hot mess. It’s crazy how simple the outfit is but absolutely sexy and alluring.

It’s nothing much. You just want to see his reaction, rile him up and see if you can have him a moaning mess under you.

“Mark, Mark.” Youngjae taps on the shift button repeatedly, moving his cursor to hide his character from the opponents. “They’re just behind the truck.”

“Jaebeom hyung, can you sit down for once?” Yugyeom whines into the microphone, annoyed by the fact that Jaebeom is going to expose their location.

Jaebeom on the other hand is hiding behind a tree, reloading his bullets into the weapon. “Shut up, Yugyeom. I’ve been playing this game longer than you’re born.”

“Shut the crap. You are still learning how to write when I was born.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does.”

“Okay I see someone moving.” Youngjae interrupts their bickering, moving out of his hideout to a safe place. He wants a chicken dinner tonight and he’s not going to let anyone ruin the fun for him. “I can see his head….”

A shot is fired and Youngjae screams in triumph, successfully eliminating the annoying opponent that has been trying to kill his teammates. As usual, Youngjae being the expert one among them and Mark comes second while Yugyeom and Jaebeom casually got killed and left both of them alone to carry the team. Youngjae had to be satisfied with the squad because at least, they know how to play. If he asked Bambam or Jinyoung to play with him, nevermind. Oh Jackson? Not even a chance. That man doesn’t know how to stop once he starts working.

“Have anyone heard from Jackson hyung?” Youngjae asks, moving his character to steal the weapons and other things from the dead bodies. “It’s been a month since I heard about him.”

“Yeah.” Jaebeom answers distractedly, still trying to load his weapon. “Last time I heard, he’s still in China.”

The door creaks open and if Youngjae doesn’t have one of his ears free from the headphone, he might not have heard the sound. It’s very discreet, very soft as if someone is sneaking into the room. Not that Youngjae knows anyone that is able to sneak into his gaming room without his permission.

Ah yes. Except this one.

“What are you-- what?” Youngjae’s jaw hangs open by the time he tears his vision from the screen to you, standing in your glory right a meter away from him. 

“Why? What happened? Is y/n there?” jaebeom.

“Not really a problem though. Can I say hi to y/n?” yugyeom.

“I can see someone coming, guys.” Mark.

Youngjae doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or to cry. You’re standing about a few feet away from him, in an attire that is foreign to his eyes but absolutely gorgeous, sexy, deathly- did he say deathly? -- and fuck you look so fucking sexy. Your satin gown is modest yet slutty, exposing your chest and only covers half of your breast, the only thing that probably holds the placket of your robe is the three little buttons on your navel which threatens to burst.

Shit.

Something comes to his mind and right when he recognises your outfit, a certain name slips through his lips. “Esdeath.”

“Es- what?” Jaebeom asks, still distracted by the incoming attack from the enemies. 

“Esdeath?” Yugyeom on the other hand, successfully shot the new incomer and went into hiding while still focusing on the topic. “Esdeath as in the Esdeath in Akame Ga Kill?”

“Esdeath visited you?” Jaebeom mutters incredulously through the microphone. Youngjae can see that he’s squinting at the screen, probably trying to see the ‘Esdeath’ he mentioned. “You’re talking nonsense.”

“What- what are you doing?” this time Youngjae totally feels like crying. He forgot that he’s video conferencing to play PUBG and the possibility of his friends watching this through their screen frightened him. Muting the microphone, he looks at you again with mixed expression. “Baby, what are you doing?”

His voice sounds desperate and you haven’t even started anything yet. Yet. 

You let Youngjae’s eyes wander from your collarbone, down to the valley of your breast and to the buttons on your navel and further until his eyes fly to meet yours again, lust clouding his mind. You can see his pupils dilate, eye blown and breathless. 

It’s fun to see him affected. It makes you feel powerful. It makes you feel extremely satisfied.

Perhaps this is what Youngjae has always been feeling whenever he dominates you during sex.

“Baby?” he calls out again, desperate to know what you had in mind. 

Your eyes zeroed on the growing tent under his pants, it’s evident that Youngjae is already half-hard.

“I just want to ruin your mind tonight.” the immediate satisfaction fuels your desire to make Youngjae bend for you after watching his reaction. Youngjae is, what you can make out right now, utterly speechless. 

“I- I don’t understand- wait-,” as Youngjae stutters with his words, you’re already kneeling on the floor, pulling his gaming chair facing the pc again, slotting yourself between the table and Youngjae’s inviting man spread. 

“There is nothing for you to understand.” you utter while the tip of your fingers play with the string of his sweatpants. Youngjae’s eyes follow your hand down, his breath hitches as you press your palm on his hardening cock, giving him a firm grip. His moan almost comes out as a whimper, grimacing at the slightest contact as he tries not to show it on his face. 

“Youngjae?” Mark calls, snapping Youngjae out of his trance. He scrambles to switch the microphone on, just in time you pull down his pants, exposing his cock to your eager eyes.

The coolness of your palm wraps around his cock and the way you grip him makes Youngjae hisses in pain and pleasure, enough to elicit a curse out of him. “Fuck.”

Yugyeom quickly detects the change in Youngjae’s mood, asking him if he is fine and able to continue the game. And in all honesty, Youngjae wanted to leave the game the moment you walk in with the outfit, the fucking sexy outfit. He can’t describe how turned on he was, seeing you almost naked with that Esdeath cosplay.

“One moment, Gyeom-ah.” Youngjae is about to reply when you tug on his shirt, wanting to say something to him. “What is it, sweetheart?”

For the third time of the night, Youngjae wants to cry out loud. You are sitting under his table in that robe, your breast threatening to burst out of the tight material and fuck- Youngjae is so fucking hard. 

“Let’s make a deal. If you can finish the game quietly while I suck you,” your aura is absolutely different tonight, Youngjae realises that. You’re more dominating and goodness gracious, Youngjae have no problem with that. You’re so hot and Youngjae would give anything for you to suck him. “I’ll let you rip this robe off me and fuck me senseless.” 

Youngjae’s eyes widen at your suggestion. You’re making a deal with him? For what?

“And what if I can’t?”

“Well, if you can’t,” you drag your nail along his shaft, sending shivers up his spine. “Then you’ll let me ride you. Let me fuck myself on your cock.” you challenge him, holding his cock towards your lips, sucking his head lightly. Saltiness of his pre-cum invades your taste bud and you’re now addicted, wanting more of his cock. 

Youngjae inhales a deep breath, shifting in his place before unmuting his microphone, resuming his attention to the game.

Oh, bring it on.

“Youngjae, why are you so slow?” Jaebeom asks, running towards the unidentified dead bodies. He starts collecting the weapon and life stock while Youngjae’s game character stops in the middle of the track as if it’s malfunctioning. Technically, the owner of that character is, indeed, malfunctioning.

Youngjae’s breath labored as you continued to bob up and down his length, fisting his cock from the base and stroking his scrotum. It’s hard not to moan. Youngjae has been enduring your teasing quite good so far, only occasional hiccups and soft whines escapes from him and went unnoticed by other members. 

Youngjae has long given up to switch his microphone from mute to unmute then to mute again, he now resorts to detaching his headphone away from his head after muting the microphone so he won’t have to hear anything.

“Baby.” he whines, hips thrusting upwards as you kitten licks his head and slots your tongue on his slit, collecting his pre-cums. Youngjae’s cock is dangerously red, as if if you try to lick him one more time, you’ll see blood. His veins pop up and paint his length angrily. “Please baby. I don’t want to play the game anymore.”

“Hm?” you ask, not quite hearing his pleas. You take him in your mouth again, going down on him until he’s deep in your throat, humming to your satisfaction. His cock isn’t exactly big but he definitely makes up for the girth with his length and his stroke. “You’re saying?”

“I just-” a loud moan escapes him after you deep throat him once again, hitting your gag reflex. Youngjae trashes in his seat, holding the back of your head gently but firmly. It’s too much pleasure for him you guess. “Fuck. fuck. Fuck. please baby. Don’t do this to me.”

You release him with a pop and watch his cock curves backward, smearing the mixture of his precums and your saliva against his shirt. You don’t care about the video conferencing at the moment, you just push him further from the table so you can stand up and straddle him on his chair. They can watch if they want to.

You tug on the string of your underwear, revealing your nicely trimmed pussy to his eyes. At the sight of your drenched core, Youngjae mutters curses under his breath, reaching a finger to your fold.

“Fuck.” he caress your fold with his middle finger, occasionally dipping it inside only to let a gush of wetness out of your pussy. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”

“Mmhm.” you agree. You’re wet from all the thoughts while you suck his cock, thinking of how good it would feel when you ride him. “Can I ride you now?”

“Fuck.” Youngjae’s hand grips your hip as he guides you, slowly sheathing his cock inside you at your speed. “Ride my cock, use my cock. Do whatever you want.”

“Oh-” you let out a long moan to the stretch of your pussy is extremely good, the feeling of being filled with Youngjae’s cock takes you to another level of ecstasy. Even though you have been fucked a lot, however, riding Youngjae’s cock is always, undefeated pleasure. 

“Are you being filled well, princess?” Youngjae asks as he’s balls deep inside you. 

“So, so full, Youngjae.”

“Goodness.” Youngjae’s hands roam all over your ass, then up to your navel, pinching your nipples through the satin robe. “You dressed up like Esdeath to have sex with me?”

“I just wanted to try a new thing.” You shift in your place and Youngjae’s tip nudges a certain spot in you, causing you to throw your head back, gripping on his shoulder tightly. Your eyes shut close as you start to ride his cock, feeling the bliss of his veins against your walls. 

Youngjae on the other hand is dazed with your breast, bouncing right in front of him. He reaches down and a quick flick of his thumb, your robe is open and you’re absolutely naked to him, at least. Your robe stays on your body but the upper part of the robe has slid down and exposed your shoulder, probably a good view for the boys.

“Look at these breasts.” he tuts, sticking his tongue to graze one of your nipples. It’s not a secret that Youngjae loves your breast and he probably has a fetish for your twin peaks. He always gives extra attention and he can go on for hours, licking and sucking your nipples.

“Want me to feed you?” you ask, hips moving up and down his length but you can always multitask, cupping your breasts and bringing them together, putting the nipples close. “Suck them, please?”

“Fuck. Yes fuck. Fuck.” he holds you by your waist, sucking your peaks alternately. Whenever the tip of his tongue grazes one of your nipples, your walls tighten around his cock, causing him to hiss in return. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

You nod, impaling yourself on his cock. You’re getting tired and you don’t really feel your legs so your movement starts to falter, slowing down after a few while. “Jae…”

“Tired?” he chuckles, tapping your ass as you nod to his question. As much as you enjoy riding him, you have to admit that your stamina would never surpass Youngjae’s. 

Youngjae lifts you in his arms and just like that, his dominant side appears again. Bringing you to the bed, Youngjae manages to press his cock deeper inside you, making you moan all the way. 

“Look at you.” he tuts when you’re spread on the bed, half naked in your Esdeath cosplay. “So beautiful.”

“So fucking sexy.”

“The death of me.” Youngjae’s hand trails up your leg, past your navel and cups your breast, pinching and rolling your taut bud. You actually shiver at the change of his emotion, retracting to become the submissive partner like you always did.

“Youngjae.”

“Hm?”

“Fuck me.” you plead, whispering as if someone will hear you. Ironic, you thought. Youngjae’s friends have probably disconnected the video conferencing because of your lewd moans and now you dare to whisper? “Please,”

“Oh yeah, of course my Esdeath. I’d fuck you hard and raw.” he promises, lining his cock at your entrance. “Be my guest.”

Copyright © 2020 jjpmoans. All rights reserved

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#the moans writings #got7creators #all sins week #kinktober collaboration #got7creators collaboration #got7 smut #got7 fic #youngjae smut #youngjae fic #youngjae got7 #got7 youngjae #choi youngjae #youngjae one shot #i am so fucking sorry if you feel this is bland #idk what had happened to me #i guess i lose my smut touch #i haven't been writing smut either #sorrryyy for disappointing!

[miasmatik]

Hey guys~~ I appreciate the support everyone’s shown me, but I’ve decided to go on hiatus until my right hand recovers & I can actually draw again. I’m not doing the best mentally & I’m still in a lot of physical pain, but my condition is really unpredictable, so I could be feeling better in a couple days or in another month. I just don’t have a way of knowing.  

I may schedule reblogs of some of my older pieces in the meantime, but the blog will be solely on queue until I feel confident enough to return. I love y’all and I’m sorry :/

#i'll keep messaging open in case anyone needs something #but i dont expect to check more than like once a day #im sorrryyy #im a big ole disappointment #:)

[manchesterau]

my thoughts after reading my policeman: SPOILERSS of course!! (ignore spelling or grammar mistakes) (this is very ramble-y and not as in depth as it could have been sorrryyy lol, if you want specifics send me an ask after reading this)

okay...so i read the book in 3 days....which....im very proud of myself bc it takes me so long to finish books but that’s not why you are reading this.

im not going to lie to you...i liked the book. i love angst, and this had plenty of it and i liked it. if you like books such as: harry potter, six of crows, red queen, red white and royal blue you will not like this book. i know many people found it boring, which yeah i can see that, but i didn't find it boring at all. but mostly because i love boring books but that's beside the point. 

the book flowed easily, there isn't a bunch of raunchy sex scenes that ive seen people say it has (i...the things ive read idk what book they even read????) and Tom does has backward views on marriage and what it means to be a wife. but he is not overtly sexist or misogynist or abusive, or subvertly those things either. to be frank he's a scared gay man in the 50s trying to not get caught and thrown in jail. that's literally it. (ill go more into detail on him later). but if you want to read this book i recommend you go in knowing that there will be homophobia (the word queer is used as a slur....3 times or 4 but no more than 5), expect outing, expect not supportive characters, and remember to have some compassion (more on this later).

next i want to go into characters: starting with tom, then Marion, then Patrick, and then the other characters. so if you are planning on reading this book or just dont want to be spoiled them....don't read the next bit.

Tom:

I'm going to get this out of the way.........Tom (who we never get to know outside of the two-point of views we are presented with, and who is being played by Harry) is a police officer in the 50s UK. to be frank when the rumors first went around I was mad like a lot of people were, which is funny because when we got those pictures of harry reading the book before all the speculation we were....happy, that he was reading a book about a gay man. now...I don't care honestly. I could call out the hypocrites (i won't) and honestly I'm hypocritical myself. I use to watch shows like svu (if you were to turn it on right now I wouldn't turn it off) and I enjoyed watching svu. I know and have seen a lot of mutuals, people on my dash enjoy cop shows like b99, or who like actors who have played the character of police before. so it would be hypocritical of me to be mad at him (this is just my single black opinion) and then go and turn on svu (which I don't do anymore). 

I'm not saying that no one can be mad, I'm not saying that the anger people have at him playing this role is bad or not needed or valid. all I'm saying is.....is that I don't care. I got angry over this months ago, and all that anger I felt I don't have anymore, and I can't tell you why. Harry is playing an abusive demented husband who traps his wife in a simulation, and then he will play a gay policeman trying not to face persecution..........and that's that. nothing I can say will reach him, he's playing these roles and there is nothing I can do. will I watch them (pirating of course) yes.

anyways let's get back to tom's character (do not use my opinion to silence other black people I will find you....don't do that shit weirdo): tom is......tom?? like I literally was expecting the worst when I read this because of what other people had to say. but as I'm reading him through the eyes of Marion (his wife) and through the eyes of Patrick (his...true love, fuck the 50s I hate the 50s) one word came to mind constantly: scared. Tom is very scared that he will be found out and his life will be ruined. His family knows about him, which is why I think his father (more on him later) pushed him to be in the national service (where he was a cook, which disappointed him). you don't realize his family knows and then his sister says something and then you go 'wait....THEY KNEW???' and then you will go 'oh so that's why-' 

tom does have old fashion views that you would expect of any man at that time (gay or not it's the 50s and gay men are still capable of saying sexist shit). when asked by Patrick if women should still work after having a kid he said no it's the men's job to provide, Marion said she would like to keep working, he said no when they do have a baby (they literally never did, and idk why he thought he could be intimate with her for that long to produce a baby lol). that's....the most sexist thing he said in the whole book (there maybe some small things im forgetting but nothing that really stood out). that's it. I know it's not small and that was a legitimate issue in the 50s but yeah. Just in case you were apprehensive about Tom's character being a raging woman-hater, no,....he just wasn't a true feminist yet (???? I don't know that's like..the most this book says about an issue women were facing at this time). It's still bad what he said (you'll see how Marion justifies it in the book and both Patrick and her don't agree and try and challenge him on his view).

i dont want to go too in depth but it is very obvious from the beginning he has no and i mean ZEROOOO interest in her at all (you can tell when it hits him that he needs a wife and he starts to act a littleee different but it's not romantic at alll). 

i feel like my review on tom is shit but like!! we don't really get to know him without bias from Patrick and Marion. I think Harry will play a wonderful Tom (even tho he doesn't not fit the description for Tom...at all....like at alllll).

To summarize Tom: very scared gay man from the 50s who is trying to do everything he can to not be found out. his family knows, even he knew at a young age, and yes he does quit being a police officer but it doesn't happen as soon as id like but then again he wasn't one for that long if you pay attention to the years.

Marion:

😑 

i just...if yall could see the notes i made on her.....

To summarize Marion: SHE IS LIVING IN LALA LAND, TOM LITERALLY SHOWS HER NO ROMANTIC INTEREST AT ALLL, AND WHEN SHE METS PATRICK FOR THE FIRST TIME SHE FREAKING NOTICES THAT HE'S ALL BLUSH-Y AND SHIT LIKE...GIRL.....

this is a note i wrote that sums up her and tom's relationship (which is more like friends then anything romantic i mean god their honeymoon was horrible and he proposed to her....nvm 😑)

listen...i can't lie and say i didn't feel sorry for her up until the end when she (spoilers: she outs patrick to his employer which ends up with him getting arrested). after that...ive never hated a character more in my fucking LIFEEEE like oh my god i was pissed

all she does is have fantasies about him being romantic with her (holding hands, hugging, etc) and none of them come true...BECAUSE HES GAYYYYYY i really....the author could have done a better job because there were so many damn red flags.

she's fucking annoying and whiny and yeah it sucked to be a woman in the 50s but you literally outed someone your husband was in love with and thought that you could just go back to being married like he's not devastated and instead of telling what you did you stayed unhappy and made your husband thing that at any point they were coming for him too.......*****

Patrick:

PATRICKKKKK

Patrick and tom deserved a fighting fucking chance i hate the fuck 50s fuck you 50s!!!! I absolutely LOVEDDD his pov and seeing Tom through his pov like it was just so damn refreshing seeing the world through his eyes and how he navigates his queerness in the society they live in. (the dichotomy between a proud gay man and a scared maybe proud but fear overrules that (talking about Tom here) gay man).

There was a lot more to say on how gay men were being persecuted at this time than how women were treated in this particular book. There were some little things here and there about what was expected of Marion as a wife and of a girl/woman at that time but it wasn't the focus.

I loved seeing the way Patrick navigated through his world of art and creativity. And how Tom seemed to fit right in with him.

I hate the things the author made Patrick go through (outed, sent to prison, stripped of his job, and later on in the present day he has had 2 strokes in his 70s). it felt a bit much but it's not too distracting (Patricks pov takes place in the past as he writes in his journal). 

Patrick and Julia (more on her later) are my two favorites in the whole book (Tom is third bc he's a very multi-facted character, Marion is not even on the list) and I wish we got a lot more of Patrick's pov.

Other characters!! (speed round bc this is wayyy too long):

Syvlie (Tom's sister): SYVLIEEE IM MAD AT YOUU I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WHYY WHYYY

Julia: JULIAAAAA QUEEENNN (you'll see why i love her at the end) 

Tom's parents: his father is abusive point-blank. or at least i think he's abusive (verbally). as im writing this i am now realizing that the way Tom's mom reacts to him (sometimes crying) is bc they knew he was gay omg wow.

tom's dad is very much a man's man guy?? Picture a sexist man from the 50s....now picture him with a gay son.....yeah, I'm not surprised Tom went into national service then to the police force. you can tell he didn't want anyone to find out about Tom so he pushed him to do what he thought best and Tom went with it, scared. 

overall: please do not go into this book expected things to be all flowers and rainbows...this is a book about two gay men in the 50s yall.....

there is something to be said about the tragedy that is in a lot of queer stories, I'm more interested in how white these stories are (that's a rant for another time). but I don't mind my policeman, and i think stories like this should be told. because this actually happened (here is a link to em forster's story where the author takes inspiration from, he really had an affair with a policeman!!! who had a wife!!!).

the ending is bittersweet, and i couldn't help but curse for what could have been. Marion could have not outed Patrick (which she instantly regretted), she could have gotten a divorce (she even contemplated it), they could have been more secretive, Julia could have not said what she said. I think Patrick and Tom were sadly doomed from the start, I just wish they had more time together because I loved seeing their love (the little glimpse we got) bloom into something bigger than them.

thank you for reading!! here are random screenshots of my notes as i read this lol enjoy!!

can’t*

#* #my policeman #godd this book...i cant wait for the movie #mp

[badheart]

meanwhile i dreamed that i played for the first time overwatch ... my mind was not kind with me but realistic, my team welcomed me and all were super friendly but once the first mission came, was clear that m the absolute loser and ... i have disappointed them all. 

#♚「 ooc. 」 #so sorrryyy #i felt also so disappointed in myself #but damn was i glad it was just a dream #so embarrassing #- is weird how i always dream more stuff when its already morning #never wakin up in the middle of the night #luckily

[icyharrington]

My tumblr is being DUMB and sending shit before I’m done but can you do 36 for Duncan ?

“does it hurt? good.”

(this turned out being a lil longer than i originally expected lmao. sorrryyy!!) 

//

You were almost finished getting ready for your obligatory function with Duncan when he appeared behind you in the mirror, large hands wrapping around your waist as his light scruff grazed your jaw. You grinned, sucking in a breath at the feeling of his lips pressing firmly against the side of your neck.

“You look beautiful, as usual,” he mumbled against your skin, trailing his fingertips along your hips slowly. You were wearing his favorite dress, a tasteful red one that clung effortlessly to your curves, the hem landing just above your knees. Your lips were painted a matching shade, the rest of your features enhanced gently with simple, classy makeup.

“But—“ he continued, his tone changing, his voice suddenly becoming gruff in your ear. “There’s just one thing I want to add.”

He brought one hand from your hip and gripped your wrist firmly, ignoring your questions as he guided you over to the bed and urged you to kneel at the end. You groaned, obeying him reluctantly, hoping your pantyhose wouldn’t somehow be torn by whatever he was planning to do.

You shifted awkwardly, knees sinking into the black silk comforter, tensing when Duncan poked you impatiently between your shoulder blades. “Bend over.”

“Duncan,” you protested, but he urged you forward again, flattening his palm against your lower back. “God, this better not fuck up my makeup.” You wiggled yourself slightly forward before lowering your upper body down to the bed, making sure your cheek touched the blanket with as little pressure as possible.

“Do you remember last week, at the charity event?” he asked you evenly, hiking up your dress. Your breath hitched, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your nude pantyhose and easing them down, moving on to repeat the motion with your flimsy black thong. “(Y/n)?” His voice was stern and serious; you squirmed.

“Y-yes,” you said, shivering as Duncan ran his warm palms over the smooth expanse of your ass, lifted high in the air for him. Fucking asshole, you thought, a familiar ache emerging from between your thighs. The driver was due to take you and Duncan to your event in about fifteen minutes; you were sure you were going to be soaked by the time you had to leave.

“And do you remember what you did, at the charity event?”

You almost laughed- of course you remembered. You should’ve known this would come back to bite you in the ass eventually. It’d started as a means of occupying yourself while your boyfriend chatted away with the most dull people you’d ever met in your life. One hand resting on Duncan’s muscular thigh, the other wrapped around the stem of an undoubtedly expensive wine glass, you pretended to savor your expensive red wine as your fingers crept up towards his crotch.

At first, he’d faltered a bit, much to your amusement- he’d nearly stumbled over his words at the feeling of your palm pressing against his bulge, something so uncharacteristic for a man as esteemed and poised as Duncan Shepherd. He’d shot you a sidelong glance, jaw clenched in warning, and in return you’d simply batted your eyes innocently in his direction.

You’d continued this for the rest of the night, becoming more and more delighted each time you’d realize how incredibly hard you were making him. You were sure, from the fiery look in his hooded blue eyes, that you were going to be in for it once the two of you returned back to Duncan’s penthouse. But, much to your surprise (and, admittedly, disappointment), he’d simply undressed himself and gone to bed upon arrival. He didn’t even mention your ruthless teasing. Well, at least not until now.

You realized now that he’d been brewing a plan of retaliation this whole time, all the while making you think he’d forgotten about your bold actions. Essentially, you were screwed.

Apparently you’d taken too long to respond for Duncan’s liking, because he landed a hard slap onto your left ass cheek. “Answer me, (y/n). Do you remember what you did?”

“Yes,” you said softly, whimpering as Duncan began to roughly knead your ass cheeks, spreading them apart with a bruising grip.

“And what was it that you did?” He broke away from you, but you didn’t dare turn around without his permission to see where he was going. You could hear him rifling through a drawer across the room, and immediately your stomach dropped, knowing exactly what sorts of things were kept in those drawers. What the fuck was he planning to do? Right now, of all times?

“I- I was teasing you,” you stammered, tensing as he returned to his spot behind you. “Touching you through your pants. Trying to distract you.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, and you could hear the telltale sound of lube being squirted out from the bottle. At this, your eyes widened. “Did you think I forgot?”

“D-Duncan,” you started, wriggling your hips forward nervously. He administered a sharp slap to your upper thigh and you cried out, attempting to still yourself. “What are you-“

“Stay still,” he hissed, the coldness in his voice sending waves of both fear and arousal throughout your body. “And don’t question me. You don’t get to ask questions after what you pulled.”

You whined, his hands returning to your ass and parting your cheeks obscenely. You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your lips into a thin line as something cool and slick brushed against your hole. It was, no doubt, the brand-new butt plug that Duncan had purchased during one of his many shopping excursions. He always loved surprising you with new toys, knowing that you were usually keen to try new things, but you’d been a bit apprehensive about that particular purchase after seeing how large it’d been.

“Duncan,” you repeated, breath hitching as he slowly eased the toy inside you. You’d worn a plug before, but never one this large, and it hurt, the way it was stretching the impossibly tight walls of your ass. He said nothing as he continued to push it inside, twisting the plastic toy around as he slipped it further. “F-fuck, Duncan, I can’t-”

“-Shut up,” he snapped, and all at once the plug entered you fully. You cried out, clenching your ass around the massive plug buried inside you as your fingers clutched desperately at the sheets; was he seriously going to make you wear this? In fucking public? “You’re going to wear this all of tonight, and you will be pleasant.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you demanded, lifting your upper body to turn and look over your shoulder. Duncan met your gaze with an unforgiving stare, lips turning downwards slightly, but you could detect a mischievous glint behind his pale eyes. Asshole.  

“If you’re going to act like an out-of-control brat, then you should expect to be disciplined like one.” He worked your underwear and pantyhose back up before pulling your skirt down over your ass and neatly smoothing out the fabric. You rolled over into a sitting position, wincing as your hole stretched more and more with each movement of your body. “Maybe next time you’ll know not to misbehave.”

You huffed, slipping yourself off the bed. You had no idea how you were going to function tonight, with something so massively imposing inside of you. “Fuck you,” you muttered through grit teeth. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked you, and for a second you perked up, thinking he might change his mind about the whole thing. You nodded quickly, tongue darting out to run along your dry lower lip. “Good.”

Your face fell, and he patted your cheek condescendingly, shooting you a self-satisfied smirk.

“Now come on. The driver’s going to be here soon, and you definitely need to fix your makeup.”

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd smut #duncan shepherd x reader #cody fern #michael langdon #mine

[mc-handsoap]

McHanzo: How do you think they first met? What were their opinions on each other then?

I headcanon that Hanzo and McCree first met after McCree was first recruited into blackwatch and was on a mission in Japan. They didn't think much of each other at the time, McCree being told to avoid the Shimada family at all costs, and Hanzo being told to watch his back after Reyes was spotted in town. At the time, they thought each other enemies. After the recall, however, when they intoduced themselves properly, they got a good laugh out of this. Hanzo was jumpy for months when he was out on his own, and McCree turned away at the first glance of the Shimada Clan symbol unless he was on strict orders to go closer than he was comfortable with.And when they kiss for the first time, McCree takes a step back for a moment, shaking his head in exasperation. He wonders what his old boss would think of him now.And Hanzo? Well, he often wondered whom his father was more disappointed by, and he thinks this time he finally has the answer.(I'm on mobile and I can’t tag this I’m sorrryyy)

[heyyyitsvalll]

I found another page on insta that had these amazing drawings. I was on there so late last night I didn’t even get the @ of the person, excuse me and I’m sorrryyy!!!! But these are amazing and SO deep man. I was in my feelings last night, battling my thoughts. One second I’m thinking crappy and the next I’m telling myself that I’ll be okay, EVERYTHING that I want is slowly falling into place. I’m 22 with a Bachelors degree, and I know I will score myself a job VERY SOON!! May 15, i closed a chapter in my life and I am beginning a new one and I want to go into this as positive as I can. May 15, 2020 i officially graduated college and I still remember going to Kingsville 4 years ago on August 2016 excited and completely full of life!! I started college in a relationship and that didn’t work, but i reflect on those times and i realize why I am the way I am now. I honestly don’t think I’m a toxic person. ATLEAST I wasnt in my recent relationship, but I can see how I might become toxic if I stay entertaining that relationship. You know, I fell hard for this kid that was a hoe (I low key knew, but I didn’t) that sold weed and hustled hard for what he set his mind to. HONESTLY, the fact that he sold weed was a little turn off but he was a full time student/athlete with a part time job that wasn’t going to feed him or satisfy his way of living. I looked at this as a temporary college thing. ALSO, when we met he wasn’t really selling because he was an athlete, so he didn’t have much time. So the first few months, things were cool but and the honey moon stage was bomb until it wasn’t. Eventually, I started getting that gut feeling and catching him in lies or in situations that didn’t add up to me. I started finding myself questioning him and not feeling secure like he first made me feel. Towards the end of the relationship, I wanted out but things weren’t always bad so I wanted to stay. We broke up because I found out he cheated on me when we firsts started dating. We weren’t officially, but we had been intimate already and knowing this KILLED me. I made him wait a little before I gave it up, I told him so many times how important intimacy was to me and knowing he had sex with a girl that he would bring around us/friend group I FELT STUPID, LIKE AN IDIOT, A FOOL, idk everything you can think of, I felt that. I was completely heart broken. I hate that I take myself back to that day that I found out. I was with him when I received a text and my heart was racing so fast that I couldn’t pull out my sweater from my backpack. My hands were shaking. I didn’t know that to do. I’ve gone through so much since that day and I don’t know exactly where I am now. I’ve given him multiple chances, but this last time I wasn’t disappointed at him but w myself and I think that’s the worst types of disappointments. May 16, 2020 i realized that i need to hold myself accountable for my own healing. I made a decision May 15, and I received some signs the next day and May 17 as well that i was not expecting. I hadn’t seen the girl that he cheated on me w in a while and all of a sudden the day after I was with him, she pops up on all my social media’s because of ppl that we both follow. Seeing her HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK. Hahahaha poor girl, I don’t wish he wrong but I can’t believe someone would intentionally hurt someone else for no reason. This girl did the most to mess me up mentally bro and all I can do is laugh about it now because if I think about it negatively I know I’ll sink myself into a hole that I just got myself out of. I told my ex I need time, but I don’t know if it’s time I need or if I truly don’t want that relationship anymore because all the bad memories come pouring back and I just want to be HAPPY. I’m on this journey on my own. I need to figure myself out. I need to learn how to deal with these things and it’s soooooo hard because I’ve never actually dealt w my emotions, I’ve always just bounced back into a new relationship and this time I don’t want anyone. I want to be happy with myself. AND THATS WHAT IM WORKING ON🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞

[jjpmoans]

Jaebeom, locker room, clubsmates 👀💋

Okayyyyy now let’s geddit sorrryyy I’m lateeeee

To All The J’s | viii. Jaebeom + locker room + clubsmates

warnings : smutty smutty 

You sigh when his lips nip on your tender skin, pressing open mouth kisses all over your neck. Goosebumps paint along trailing the path Jaebeom leaves, sending signals all over your body.

“Jaebeom...” his tongue joins marking your skin, licking the juncture of your neck before he takes a deep breath, taking the skin in between his teeth and sucks, earning himself a restless moan from you. His hands holds you place, thumb underneath your chin to bare your neck to him. The locker room is empty, the only thing that can be heard is the sound of hot water hitting the tiles and your whimper. “Jaebeom..please..”

His hand moves to cup your breast, tweaking the perking nipple in between his fingers. “Let me take my time with you, baby.” the way his wet hair is slicked back and water running down his body makes your mind go haywire, watching every droplet going down, down further his south.

“Jaebeom. Please. I need to be filled.” chuckles leave his lips, Jaebeom levels his face to yours, placing his hands against the bathroom wall, caging you effectively. “Please?”

“What do you want to be filled with?” he asks as he lowers down, sinfully biting one of your nipple and plays it with his tongue, giving you both pain and pleasure. He grazes his teeth and with his flat tongue, he flicks it expertly without breaking the eye contact with you. “If you don’t tell me-”

“Your cock. Please. I want your cock to fill me up.”

Both of your are stark naked under the hot shower but Jaebeom seems to have extremely better control even though his cock is standing, twitching every time he accidentally bumps to your hip. 

“I never thought my strict clubmates will be begging for me to fill her up.” he laughs but he never disappoints, hooking one hand under your leg. He slides his hard meat along your folds, creating torturous sensation that you know both of you are having a hard time dealing with. Occasionally the tip of his cock dips inside you and Jaebeom almosts ruts his cock against you but of course..... he’s able to control his hunger. “Say ‘please Jaebeom’.”

“Please, please, plea-se Jaebeom.” you are lucky that you’re leaning against the wall because the way your head tipped back when Jaebeom thrusts inside without warning is absolutely dangerous, you could have snapped your neck. However you can care less, finally, finally he’s inside you. 

“I told you to say please but goodness, you begged?” his grip on your hip is deathly, snapping his cock into you until he’s ball deep inside you, drawing it out and thrusting back with the same intensity. “Never thought you’d be this obedient for my cock?”

“Just- ah- that’s- it’s good- oh-” you can’t really form any words, your hands holding Jaebeom’s shoulder for your dear life, afraid of slipping even when you’re clouded with lust. “Deep- deeper. Deeper.”

You’re almost gone from the way his cock moving in and out of you, filling you up like no one else. Jaebeom is of course, well known for being a skilled lover but damn- this is above god level. 

Jaebeom laughs, wiping water off his face as it gets distracting. You know he easily has that effect on you but you can’t help yourself from squeezing him, knowing too well he’s gonna tease you after this. 

“Am I up to your standard?” okay did you say that out loud? You surely did not but you can’t trust your mind right now it’s too clouded with pleasure. 

“I- I don’t know-”

Jaebeom shifts you away from the wall, pulling another legs to wrap around his waist and brings both of you out of the shower. Every step he takes drives you crazy, the way his cock moves and makes you jolt in every thrust is simply effortless.

“Well then, I may not have feed you good yet.” Jaebeom places you on the bench, crouching over you and cradles you in his arm. “Let’s see if I’m up to your standard hm?” the glint of lust in his eyes and his taunting smirk tell you that he’s..... definitely on top of your standard.

To All The J's Writing Game

#the moans writings #the moans writing game #the moans game #to all the j's writing game #jaebeom smut