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lovebug — jimin (m.)

jimin/reader | angst, fluff, smut | hybrid!au

wordcount: 12k

contents: spider hybrid!jimin, hybrid mistreatment/bullying, love self esteem/self-worth, arguments, crying, physical altercation between jimin & reader, name-calling, attachment anxiety, possessiveness, kissing, scenting, dom!jimin, manhandling, size kink/difference, fingering, dirty talk, cunnilingus, sensitivity kink, wet & messy, lots of cum, cumflation, jimins duality

— synopsis: hybrids are lovable companions for humans. unfortunately, most people simply want a cat or dog with which they can cuddle and love on. while looking for one to adopt, a lonesome hybrid of an unusual breed catches your eye.

note: part of the unadoptable series; masterlist will be coming soon!

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Deciding to get a hybrid is a big responsibility. They require abundant care and love — having been genetically modified as an attempt at a 'super species' when the human race was close to dying out as an attempt to preserve the DNA of humanity.

Now, however, through years of evolution, they have simply become a daily part of life as companions for humans.

After moving out of your college dorm and into a new apartment, you found yourself extremely lonely. So, you decided that perhaps you could look into getting a hybrid. You saved as much money as you could — hybrids were expensive after all.

"Are you sure you want to get one from the shelter?" your friend, Minah, asked as you walked with her on the bustling streets of Seoul, "I mean, a couple more months of saving and you could find a hybrid breeder—"

"I don't really care about that," you waved her off, "I'm not looking to get the best hybrid out there. I just want someone to keep me company."

"Still...a shelter...you don't know where these hybrids have been," she cringed, opening the door which made the bell above it ring to indicate the store there were customers, "They could have diseases or be aggressive."

"I assure you, all our hybrids are tested for diseases and aggressive ones are rehabilitated to become suitable companions," a lady wearing a uniform smiled, hands clasped behind her back. Her name tag read 'Nayeon', "Can I help you with something?"

"I'm looking to get a hybrid," you said sheepishly, heart pounding in excitement as she grinned.

"Excellent! Do you have a type in mind? We have an excellent selection of feline and canine hybrids," she looked at you expectantly as you thought it over.

"I...didn't really think about it," you shrugged, "I just figured I'd look and see if any caught my eye, you know?"

"I understand," Nayeon nodded, seemingly unbothered by your indecisiveness, "Well, you can go through those doors and have a look at the hybrids available."

"Thanks," you smiled, tugging Minah's hand until she began to follow you.

Once you pushed the doors open, you were met with a long hallway that seemed to divert left and right. The floors were white linoleum and the fluorescent lights made the white walls seem glaringly bright. The walls were lined with large viewing windows that allowed you to peer into each hybrid's room.

As you walked, you could see the cat hybrid sleeping and dog hybrids busying themselves energetically. You reached the end of the hallway and paused, looking both ways to decide where to go.

"It looks like it's mostly empty down here," Minah said as she walked a couple of feet into the left hallway.

"Then we'll go right," you smiled, taking a look in the windows. It seemed they were mostly rabbit, rodent, and reptile hybrids in this section.

You were just beginning to give up when something caught your eye — a quick flash of purple. Pausing, you backed up a couple steps to look in once again.

"Whoa...creepy..." Minah squinted into the room that was seemingly covered in webbing with a purple haired hybrid sitting with his back to you.

He didn't have any hybrid ears or a tail and he looked strikingly like a human. Minah picked up the clipboard that held the information on the hybrid inside.

"Spider hybrid?" Minah cringed and made a sound of disgust, "Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

"I haven't, no..." you tore your eyes from his vibrant purple hair to look at the clipboard. "He's 24...no specific breed."

"Don't you think the concept of having a hybrid that'd older than you...strange?" Minah asked thoughtfully, "I think I'd have to get one that’s younger than me...the power balance seems weird otherwise."

"I haven't really thought about it..." you mumbled as you looked around his room.

There was no bed, instead there was a concentration of webbing in one corner that you assumed he probably used for a bed. You could see that he was messing with something in his hands but since his back was to you, you couldn't make out what exactly it was.

"Do you have your eye on anything—" Nayeon approached the two of you and paused. "I see you've found Jimin."

"Yeah, what the hell is up with him?" Minah asked, tapping on the glass. The hybrid inside showed no signs of caring. "I didn't even know spider hybrids existed."

"Ah yes...Jimin is quite special. It's very rare to have insect hybrids," Nayeon said.

"Spiders aren't insects," you said suddenly, taking the clipboard from Minah's hands, "They're arachnids."

"Same thing," Minah mumbled, "Quit looking at him."

"There isn't much information on him," you said, looking to Nayeon as Minah scoffed at you ignoring her.

"Oh um...Jimin is..." Nayeon shifted on her feet, "Well, he's a spider...not many people want a spider hybrid. They'd prefer one they can hold and hug and show affection to. Also...he makes webs and it’s such a huge mess...just not a very house-friendly pet, you know? Most people are creeped out by him."

"Me included," Minah mumbled, side-eyeing Jimin inside his room as Nayeon nodded in agreement.

"I can't go in there...he gives me the creeps. None of the staff really go in there and to be honest he's not very social," Nayeon explained. "Jimin, can you say hi?"

"He can hear us?" you asked, eyes widening as she nodded. You were shocked to hear her speak meanly of the hybrid when he could hear her words.

"See? He doesn't really care about anyone," Nayeon explained, motioning towards where Jimin kept his back to the window as he continued to mess with whatever was in his hands.

"What can you expect from a spider? I'm pretty sure spiders are just like..." Minah motioned vaguely with her hands as she spoke, "Emotionless. They don't have like...consciousness like cats and dogs do, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," Nayeon nodded with a sigh. "So, have any hybrids caught your eye, ma'am?"

"I actually..." you smiled lightly towards Jimin's figure.

"Oh...you really don't want him. Trust me," Nayeon shook her head. "Lots of people think they do but the second you go in there and meet him..."

"He's weird and creepy, I swear to God _____ if you get a spider hybrid I will actually beat you up," Minah grabbed your arm and tugged on you, "Please just get a cat or something I won't ever be able to come over if you get him. He's gross!"

You sighed, placing the clipboard up as you got fed up with Minah's whining. As she began to tug you away, you caught sight of what Jimin had been messing with in his hand — a little figurine made of web.

"I swear I'm never going to get the idea of a spider hybrid out of my mind now," Minah mumbled as you made your way home, "Are you seriously not going to check out any other shelters today?"

"Nah," you waved her off, "I'm pretty tired. I'll go tomorrow and see if I can find anyone."

"I have work tomorrow, I won't be able to come!" Minah whined, tossing her head back as she groaned.

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders, "I'm sure I can survive on my own. I'm a big girl."

"You say that as if I didn't stop you from getting a spider as a hybrid!" she cried, shoving your shoulder playfully, "Promise me you won't get any weird hybrids."

"I promise nothing," you turned your back to her, ignoring her whining your name as you disappeared into your apartment building.

You held your bag by your side, swinging it mindlessly as you stood in the elevator on the way up to your apartment. For some reason, your heart felt heavy and you couldn't help but flop onto your bed with a big sigh the second you stepped into your bedroom.

Staring up at the ceiling, your mind drifted to Jimin — unsure why the hybrid left such an impact on you.

When you woke up the next day, you still felt that heavy feeling hanging over you. As you got ready, you were looking up hybrid centers you could stop by to look at their selection.

Instead of going to the one you decided, a small family owned adoption center, you walked the same path as yesterday until you ended up in front of the same hybrid place you went to with Minah.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked at the door as you tried to decide what to do.

Suddenly, the door opened and a couple walked out snickering.

"Did you see it? How weird," the woman mumbled, "I couldn't even look at it without feeling sick."

"A hybrid like that should just be put down, no one's going to adopt it..." the man added, shoving his hands in his pockets, "It's probably just going to die in there."

"It probably doesn't even care...it's just a bug," the woman said before taking her partner's hand as they walked away.

After hearing them talk like that, you found yourself filled with determination to enter the building.

"Hi welcome!" a new woman was working at the main desk — her name tag indicating her as Yuri, "What can I help you with?"

"I'd like to adopt Jimin," you blurted out, watching as she froze where she stood blinking as if your words had thrown her through a loop.

"You...the spider, Jimin?" she asked, mouth falling open in surprise when you nodded, "I...are you sure? I mean there are plenty of other suitable hybrids—"

"I want Jimin," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"This has to be a joke," Yuri scoffed, customer service attitude dropping as she stared at you, "No one wants Jimin. You're just going to regret it."

"Whether I do or not isn't any of your business," you snapped, growing tired of her refusal to let you adopt him.

"How can you want a hybrid like that? Are you crazy?" she spat, narrowing her eyes to glare at you.

"What's going on here?" a sudden, masculine voice emerged from a once closed door behind the reception desk.

Yuri visibly tensed, her eyes going wide as she turned around to look, "M-Mr. Namjoon, sir...I-I didn't know you were in..."

"Right..." the man named Namjoon frowned down at her before looking at you, "Is everything alright?"

"I want to adopt Jimin and she's not letting me," you quickly ratted the rude girl out, not caring for her job after her attitude.

"Jimin?" Namjoon asked, shock evident on his face. "Are you sure?"

You were getting ready to argue again, when he suddenly reached over the reception desk to pull out a form. As he handed it to you, you realized it was an adoption form.

"M-Mr. Namjoon...surely you can't—"

"Yuri, you're dismissed," Namjoon snapped, pointing towards the door without giving her a single look. She scoffed, angrily grabbing her bag from by her chair before storming past you, muttering under her breath as she left.

You grabbed a pen and began to fill out the information on the page, acutely aware of Namjoon's eyes on you. He didn't say anything, however, so you tried your best not to pay him any mind.

Just as you were about to sign your name on the bottom, he placed his hand on the paper to stop you.

"If this is a joke..." he said, looming over you with a frown on his handsome face, "Then it's gone far enough."

"Why does everyone keep criticizing me," you mumbled, standing up straight to look at him.

"No one has ever...genuinely adopted Jimin or even really tried to adopt him," Namjoon explained, "He has been here for over 10 years...in that room, alone," you were shocked to see the way his eyes became glassy with tears, "So if you're planning...to get his hopes up for a sick joke...I really don't think he can handle it."

"I thought no one cared about him here?" you asked, watching his brows furrow,

"Who said that?" he asked.

"Girl named Nayeon," you shrugged, "I came here yesterday and she and my friend told me not to adopt him. I got annoyed so I left and came back without Minah so I could do this without her yelling at me."

"Well she's wrong," Namjoon said, "I own this center. I care for each and every hybrid that comes through those doors no matter where they come from, what breed or species they are, or how they act. Jimin is..." he sighed, "Jimin is special. No one ever looked twice at him unless it's to belittle him."

"Do people...try to adopt him as a joke?" you asked, your heart aching at the sympathetic pain that was in Namjoon's eyes as he nodded.

"A couple times," he said, "Stupid dares or attempts to look cool...they always get his hopes up only to be told it's a joke and that no one really wanted him to begin with."

"That's terrible..." your eyes burned with the appearance of tears at Namjoon's story.

"So please..." Namjoon whispered, voice cracking, "I am begging you to only do this...if you really want him."

"I really do," you said, meeting his gaze as he stared at you for several seconds. He seemed to be thinking it over, whether to believe you or not. Slowly, he removed his hand and nodded, "I'll go get him."

You nodded, watching him disappear down the hallway before signing your name on the indicated lines. Standing there, you couldn't help but think back on Namjoon's words. No doubt Jimin faced a lot of cruelty and ugliness in his lifetime. The very thought of him being shut in a room, forced to listen to people call him names for 10 years had your eyes filling with tears.

You would do everything in your power to make him happy with you.

"You're still here..." Namjoon's voice had you jumping and you spun on your heel to find him standing there — alone.

"Um...of course..." you shrugged, "Where's Jimin?"

"I didn't get him yet," Namjoon explained, walking up to you with his arms crossed over his chest, "Usually when I leave to get him...people run away. So..."

"You decided to test me," you said, chuckling when he nodded, "Did I pass?"

"You'll pass when you pay for him first," he said, rounding the reception desk to take a seat in front of the computer.

"Locking me in with the cash, huh?" you shook your head, slightly offended that he believed you were such a bad person but also understanding his desire to protect Jimin.

You opened your purse and pulled out your wallet, passing your debit card over to him. He held it in his fingers for a moment, looking at it with his jaw clenched. As you were about to question him, he punched a few things into the keyboard and slid your card into the chip reader.

"Alright," he printed the receipt and stood, handing it over to you.

"Hey..." you stopped him before he could get too far, "You only charged me $100. Isn't it supposed to cost $1,000?"

"Keep your money for Jimin," Namjoon said, giving you a dimpled smile before turning and disappearing into the double doors leading to the hybrids once again.

You stuffed the receipt into your purse and inhaled deeply as you waited for them to come back. The doors were pushed open and you turned around to see Jimin face-to-face for the first time.

He met your gaze for a fraction of a second — long enough for you to get a look at his face. His eyes were a striking amber brown with split pupils — two in each eye. The vibrant color seemed even more so against his black sclera. You could see the faintest sign of fangs poking out from between his lips. He quickly looked down at the floor as he and Namjoon approached you.

"Hi Jimin," you greeted with a smile. He didn't respond to you and you deflated slightly before looking to Namjoon, "Thank you so much. We should probably get home so he can get settled in."

"I think that's a good idea," Namjoon said, placing his hand on Jimin's back to urge him forward. The hybrid easily moved closer to you and you were able to see the wisps of web that were attacked to his hair, clothes, and skin. "Bye Jimin."

Jimin froze for a moment, looking over his shoulder at Namjoon. You watched for a second as Namjoon's eyes grew glassy and it occurred to you that Namjoon was losing Jimin after 10 years. Jimin reached out to place his hand against Namjoon's arm.

"You know..." you paused, making both of them look at you, "You have...my address and phone number on the file now. So...if you want to visit any time...you are more than welcome to. I don't live far from here...just a few blocks. I walked here today."

"Really?" Namjoon brightened up, smiling until his dimples appeared, "I appreciate that. I promise I'll visit you, Jimin, okay?"

The hybrid nodded, a smile of his own appearing — letting you see the sharp fangs in his mouth. The way he smiled caused his eyes to scrunch closed and you couldn't help but smile alongside him. He was cute.

"It's not much..." you mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your little apartment, "There's a spare room you can have but you'll have to share the bathroom with me."

He stood in the entryway, looking around with wide eyes at the living room. His mouth was open a bit and he looked amazed.

"It's...nice," he said, speaking the first words to you. His voice was soft, holding a gentle melody to it.

"Thank you," you smiled, waving him over to follow you, "I'll show you your room."

He eagerly trailed behind you, hot on your heels as you made your way down the small hallway to the last room — right across from yours.

"Is this it?" he asked as you pushed the door open, "My room?"

"Yeah, mine's across the hall," you said, stepping aside to let him step into the room. "It uh...doesn't have a bed but...I saw you didn't have one at the center so..."

"I don't need one," he said, confirming your suspicion, "Is it...alright for me to...web?"

"Um...yeah, it should be," you bit your lip, accidentally meeting his curious gaze.

"Do you not like the webs?" he asked, the happy glow around him vanishing, "I-I won't web anywhere else in the house, I promise. Or...if you think it's gross I can try not to but—"

"Hey, it's alright," you chuckled, shaking your head, "I was just worried that the web might mess up the walls or something. If there's damage then I won't get my deposit back on this place."

"Oh..." he relaxed and looked around, humming, "I don't think it will do anything. It's really soft and it's never pulled paint or anything."

"It should be fine," you waved him off with a smile, "If something happens we can lie or something," he smiled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips, "I'll leave you to do...whatever you gotta do."

"Okay," he said, a smile still lingering on his lips as you stepped out and closed to door behind you.

As you stood in the kitchen, you suddenly realized that you had no earthly idea what Jimin would eat. You hummed, going over your options before deciding you'd just ask him.

He'd been holed up in his room for a couple hours so you hoped it'd been long enough. Stopping at his door, you knocked a few times as you waited for him to answer.

"Come in!" he called and you pushed the door open.

"Whoa," you paused, looking around at the changed room.

There was a thick cave of web in the corner that he was sitting in front of, softly smoothing his hands over. He looked over his shoulder with a smile.

"I got my nest done," he explained proudly, "I didn't get to do anything else but...oh well, I have time."

"Yeah, you do," you nodded, "Hey Jimin...what do you eat?"

His smile disappeared immediately and you were worried you'd offended him somehow but before you could apologize, he spoke up, "What do you eat?"

"Um...mostly ramen or cereal, not really healthy stuff," you shrugged, "I get take out a lot — chicken or pizza."

"I eat whatever you eat," he smiled, nodding his head.

"Are you sure?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, "If you're just saying that because you're worried about bothering me, please don't. I have money saved up specifically for you so if there's anything special you need, Jimin..."

Jimin looked anxious for a second, twirling a piece of his web around his finger, "I really do eat anything you do but...there is something..."

"What is it?" you urged, kneeling on the floor beside him.

"It's really hard to get a hold of and I think it's kind of expensive..." he meekly met your gaze, giving you a small half-smile, "There's a special treat that Namjoon sometimes got for me — it's called SpiderSnack...it has supplements and things in it that...help web production and other stuff..."

"Do you know how to get it?" you asked, which Jimin hummed in response.

"I think there's a website online, Namjoon always told me it was delivered so..." he shrugged, sitting back on his hands, "You really don't have to get it though."

"I have no problems getting it," you smiled, patting his shoulder before standing up, "Now come on and help me decide what to get for dinner."

"Alright," he stood up and quickly followed you out of the room and into the living room.

It didn't take long for Jimin to decide he wanted a cheese pizza, which you happily ordered for him.

Once you were both finished eating, he decided to head back into his room to rest. After bidding him goodnight, you curled up on the couch with your favorite movie playing.

At some point, you'd fallen asleep. However, you were woken up by a soft sniffle coming from beside you. The sound had your eyes fluttering open, frowning as you saw Jimin sitting on the floor watching the TV play.

"Jimin?" you asked drowsily, sitting up.

He looked over his shoulder and you could see, off the reflection from the TV, there were tears on his cheeks, "S-Sorry...did I wake you?"

"What's the matter? Are you okay?" you asked, sitting up and kneeling on the floor beside him. "Why're you crying?"

"I...I don't know," he chuckled humorlessly as he wiped his cheeks, "I was trying to sleep and came out to get a drink and saw you sleeping here...I just...got emotional."

You smiled, placing your hand on his back, "A lot happened today, it's okay."

"Why did you adopt me, ______?" he asked suddenly, turning his teary gaze to you.

You were quiet for a moment, staring into his eyes — his double pupils trembling slightly, "I don't know...I couldn't stop thinking about you when I went home. I woke up that morning and I just knew that...I wanted to have you here with me."

He smiled, more tears falling from his eyes as he leaned forward and engulfed you in a warm hug. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his middle to hug him back.

"I'm so grateful..." he whispered, "No one but Namjoon has ever treated me the way you have. Even if you decide to give me back...I'll be happy because I've now felt kindness from someone."

"I won't give you back, Jimin," you promised, your own voice becoming watery with your tears, "You're here to stay and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Hey...how old are you?" Jimin asked, taking a bite out of his toast.

"22," you replied, jumping when he gasped.

"I'm older than you!" he laughed, fangs glistening in the sunlight.

"Don't let it get to your head," you mumbled, a slight pout evident in your voice.

Jimin laughed happily, his smile contagious.

"Hey, can I watch TV?" he asked suddenly.

"You don't have to ask, go for it," you said as you collected the dishes to prepare for washing them.

Just as you turned on the water, however, your doorbell went off. Jimin was standing in front of the TV, remote in hand as he stared at the door. You noticed the strong frown on his lips and the dark look in his eyes. He watched the door as if he were ready to attack whoever was on the other side.

Opening the door, you gasped when you saw Minah's beaming smile.

"Hey!" she giggled, stepping into the apartment. "Did you—" she froze when her eyes landed on Jimin.

"Um...Minah..." you swallowed nervously, "This is Jimin. I adopted him yesterday."

"You did what?" a look of what you could only describe as disgust crossed her face as she looked at Jimin.

Jimin had lost all light to him, curling in on himself as he kept his head down. You could see his hands were shaking as he held the remote. Your heart ached at the sight.

"_____, this is ridiculous!" Minah cried, turning to you almost angrily, "You got a spider hybrid? What is wrong with you? Who the hell goes to adopt a hybrid and thinks 'hmm gee a gross webbing freak would make a good pet!'"

Before you could say anything, Jimin dropped the remote to the floor and took off down the hallway — slamming his bedroom door shut.

"Minah!" you snapped as you turned back to her, "Just because he's different doesn't mean there's anything wrong with him! He's been called names all his life, I'm not going to let someone come into my house and do it to him!"

"_____, I'm sor—"

"Just save it," you hissed, yanking the front door open as a signal for her to leave.

"You can't be throwing me out over him!" she gasped, offended, "I told you if you got that bug—"

"Just get out!" your words made her flinch and she pursed her lips before storming out.

Slamming the door, you let out a sigh. Running your hands through your hair, you realized you were shaking. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself before making your way down the hallway to Jimin's room.

"Jimin?" you called through the door, tapping on it a couple times. He didn't answer and you sighed, "I'm coming in, okay?"

He still didn't respond and you pushed the door open. You jumped when your face was met with wisps of web. Waving your hand in front of your face, you broke the strands and stepped inside the room.

It was basically fully webbed and it felt almost like cotton beneath your feet — soft and fluffy. Making your way across the room, you stopped at the opening to his nest, kneeling down to peer in.

He was sitting down, knees drawn to his chest as he cried. Your heart ached at the sight and you sighed.

"Jimin..." you reached inside the nest to touch him but were met with a sudden, sharp slap that had you retracting your hand. You hissed in pain, bringing it to your chest as the skin burned from the impact.

"I should have known you were just like the rest!" he hissed, the glare on his face was nothing short of hateful.

"Wh-What're you talking about?" your own eyes becoming teary. You felt hurt that Jimin had hit you and was now speaking and looking at you like he couldn't stand you.

"Bringing your friend over to make me feel like shit!" he snapped, a curse surprising you, "I know you think I'm just a disgusting little insect you can step all over but I'm not!"

You gasped, flinching when he shouted the last word. Quicker than you could react, he was shooting from the entrance, knocking you to the side as he stood above you. His shoulders were heaving with anger but there were still tears falling from his eyes.

"Jimin—"

"Don't!" he shouted, shaking his head, "You're just like every other human. You're never going to accept me...I should have known you could never love me..." his anger seemed to dissipate as quickly as it appeared, "I'm not a cat or a dog but...I feel just like they do. Why...why aren't I deserving of affection and care like they are? I always have to watch normal hybrids go to good homes and find someone who will hug them and make them happy. I thought," he paused as a sob broke through his lips, hanging his head, "I thought I could be like that but instead I get stuck with a bitch who thinks it's fun to hurt me for a good laugh!"

Your mouth fell open at the insult, unable to say anything as he turned his back to you. Scrambling to your feet, you breezed past him, pulling the door shut behind you before going into your own room to cry.

The impact Jimin had on you was incredible. In just a day, you already felt nothing but love for him. But in the same amount of time, you'd managed to become the source of hatred. His words continued to bounce around your head as you stayed holed up in your room. Your phone went off, showing a few texts from Minah but you ignored them, intent on letting her know you weren't willing to forgive her for this.

What hurt the most, however, was the guilt you felt over allowing him to be hurt so severely. You'd brought him into your home to make him feel safe and just one thing went wrong and that safe space was shattered for him.

A few days went by with no sign of Jimin. You could hear him leave the room in the middle of the night to get some food or to use the bathroom before he shut himself away once more until the next night. He was doing everything in his power to shut you out and you were too scared to try and corner him. You didn't want to upset him like that again — listening to the way he cried and talked down about himself broke your heart.

He was so wrong, thinking he wasn't good enough to be loved. You wanted to tell him, but there was no way he would listen to you.

You sat on the floor of the living room, typing away on your laptop as you had an essay due for your class. You were on a roll when the doorbell ringing broke you out of your groove. Sighing, you got to your feet and opened the front door.

There was nobody at the door, however, instead there was a package sitting on the floor. Bending down, you scooped it up and brought it inside, kicking the door shut with your foot before bringing the package to the kitchen. With the help of the scissors, you managed to slice the tape and pull the cardboard flaps open.

The words SpiderSnack popped out in bright red letters and you smiled. Pulling it from the box, you took a look at it. Inside the bag looked similar to Chex Mix.

Tapping your fingers on the counter, you debated what you could do. You took a look down the hallway. He most likely wouldn't answer if you knocked on the door.

He would come out later that night, however. Taking a sticky note from the magnetic ones that were on your fridge, you wrote a quick note and stuck it onto the bag.

An olive branch, perhaps.

Smiling, you went back to your computer to attempt to complete your essay.

Entering the kitchen the next morning, you paused when you saw the SpiderSnack still sitting on the counter. The sticky note had been pulled off, crumpled, and tossed away like trash. You bit your lip to keep your tears at bay as disappointment washed over you. Attempt apparently not accepted.

You were laid in bed, watching a stupid reality TV show to pass the time as you had no desire to be up for the day. Suddenly, your phone being to angrily buzz from its place on the nightstand. Jumping, you snatched it up to see an unfamiliar number calling. Swiping to answer, you brought it up to your ear.

"Hello?" you asked through a mouthful of Lucky Charms.

"_____! It's Namjoon," you froze and sat up.

"Oh...hey, Namjoon," you winced at how stiff you sounded.

"How is Jimin doing?" the dreaded question had you casting your eyes downward in shame. How were you meant to tell the man that entrusted you with Jimin that you'd essentially broke his heart, "Is something the matter?"

"I..." before you could get any further, you burst into tears. Namjoon hurriedly spoke from the other side, urging you to calm down and tell him what was going on. After a moment of you attempting to get your breathing under control, he fell silent.

"You regret it, don't you?" his voice was dark, "Thought you wanted him and now you realize...you're trapped with a creepy hybrid you don't actually like as much as you thought you did."

"No!" you cried out immediately, your own volume startling you, "Th-That's not it at all! I just...something went wrong and now he just...he won't come out and I'm pretty sure he can't stand me now."

"What happened?" Namjoon asked, sounding less angry than he did a second ago.

"My friend came over...she got mad that I chose to get Jimin instead of another hybrid," you explained, sniffling as another wave of tears came over you, "She started saying awful things in front of Jimin and now he thinks I set him up for that."

Namjoon sighed, "What'd she say?"

Um," you thought back, "She called him a freak...I can't really remember it, Jimin and I got into a fight afterwards."

"He's rightfully upset," Namjoon's words had a sob breaking from your lips.

"I know...I-I'm so sorry, I didn't think it through. I-I was so caught up in-in getting him settled I forgot to let anyone know," you explained tearfully, covering your mouth as your breathing stuttered slightly, "Maybe I should just...give him back..."

"That would only hurt him more," Namjoon said, "Jimin's more fragile than he looks and when he's hurt he gets tunnel vision...he only wants to see what he thinks it the truth and refuses to listen to anything otherwise. I don't think giving him up is the right thing to do."

"He's only miserable here now," you mumbled, "He stays in his room all day and only comes out for a few minutes each night. It's not fair for him to live like that so he can avoid me."

"I see..." he fell silent once more, "I'm going to hang up now. Please call me when you've made a decision."

Before you could reply, he hung up and you were left with just the TV once more. You buried your face in your hands and cried out everything you needed to before laying back down to try and nap.

You heard a door creak open, rousing you from sleep. Your eyes burned as you opened them, feeling swollen from crying. Sitting up, you realized the TV was still on and night had fallen. You'd slept the day away.

Sighing, you grabbed the remote and began channel surfing for something more interesting to watch as you flicked the lamp on. It was going to screw your sleep schedule up but you didn't feel like sleeping anymore.

As you sat against the headboard, holding a pillow in your lap, you heard three delicate knocks on the door. Your heart stuttered in your chest and you called for him to come in.

He pushed the door open slowly before peeking his head inside, the mop of purple hair untamed and hanging in his face.

"I saw...your lamp turn on..." he said as he stood in the doorway anxiously.

"Ah...couldn't sleep," you explained, shrugging your shoulders.

It felt so tense and awkward around him now and that broke your heart. You bit your lip to keep yourself from breaking into tears again. Jimin slowly approached the bed, weight causing the floorboards to creak beneath him. He was silent as he stood beside you, running his tongue over his fangs.

"Please don't send me back," your head snapped up when you heard him whimper out the words. "I-I heard you on the phone...I'm sorry, ______. I'll do anything, I don't want to be put in that room again to have people stare at me like I'm a freak show."

"Are you sure?" you asked, your own tears breaking free, "I don't want you to have to live with me when you hate me."

"I don't hate you!" he cried, tossing his head back in frustration, "I'm such an idiot."

You watched as he reached up to knock himself on the head with his fist. Reaching up, you grabbed his wrist to stop him, causing him to look at you before sobbing.

"Th-The first person who takes me in and I-I go and ruin it," he whispered, breathing stuttering, "I knew I didn't deserve this."

"Jimin..." you tugged on his wrist so he would sit down on the bed with you, "I don't want you to go either. I-If you'll stay then I want you here."

He paused, meeting your gaze before wrapping you up in a sudden hug, "I want to stay here with you for as long as you'll have me. I'm happy here and I love you."

"I..." you smiled, burying your face in his neck as you smiled, "I love you too, Jimin."

The two of you exhausted yourselves from crying and you both decided to lay down. You reached over and turned off the lamp, snuggling beneath your soft fleece blanket with Jimin pressed against your side. You were pleasantly surprised by how warm he was.

"_____," he said, voice vibrating in his chest where you head lay, "I'm so sorry..."

"Hm? For what?" you mumbled sleepily, vision blurring as you watched the TV. His heart was faster than a humans and calming to listen to.

"I...I hit you and I shouldn't have done that," he said, his hand finding its way around your waist, "And I had no right to call you a bitch. I was angry but there's no excuse so I'm sorry."

You smiled, snuggling closer to him, "It's okay, Jimin. I forgive you."

Things seemed to calm down quickly and you fell back into an easy rhythm. You were happy to find Jimin eating out of the SpiderSnack that you had bought him.

"I really appreciate this, you know, ______," he said with a mouth full, "I'm sorry I didn't eat it earlier I just..." he sighed, "I felt bad for how I treated you and it felt wrong for me to take these."

"It's okay," you reassured, patting his back as you sat down with a bowl of cereal, "As long as you can eat it now."

You and Jimin dissolved into a conversation about the dream he'd had the previous night, wondering if he could look up the meaning of it. Just as you pulled out your phone to open google, your doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," you said, missing the anxious look on Jimin's face as you made your way to the door.

Pulling it open, you were pleased to see the glasses-clad face of Namjoon. He smiled sheepishly, hands tucked into his pockets.

"Hey! Come on in!" you grinned, opening the door wider, "Hey Jimin! Namjoon is here!"

There was a momentary pause before you heard the loud scrape of Jimin's chair being pushed back. His hurried footsteps grew louder until he came into view with a huge grin on his face.

"Hey Jimin!" Namjoon greeted, opening his arms as Jimin threw himself towards him for a hug, "How are you doing?"

"I'm great," Jimin breathed as he stepped back, "How are you?"

"Really good," Namjoon replied, nodding his head, "It's really good to see you. I really hope you don't mind me stopping by. I had you address from the adoption form."

"No, it's perfectly fine," you smiled, closing the door before motioning the man to come inside, "We were just eating breakfast. Would you like anything?"

"No, I'm fine thank you," Namjoon said, taking a seat on the couch.

"_____ found SpiderSnack for me," Jimin blurted out excitedly, making Namjoon smile.

"Really? That's great, now you can gorge yourself on it," he teased, making the hybrid laugh.

The atmosphere became one even brighter with the appearance of Namjoon. You could tell how happy he made Jimin and you felt thankful that Jimin at least him him outside of you.

As you stood in the kitchen, eating your cereal to give them some time alone, an idea came to mind and you smiled.

When it was time for Namjoon to leave, you asked to speak privately with him. As you stepped out and shut the door, you met his gaze.

"Do you think it'd be a good idea to introduce him to others...you know — get him some friends," you asked, flushing when he smiled.

"I think it'd be a good idea," he nodded, "Either your own trusted friends or some hybrid friends. There's lots of groups that actively get together in the community for hybrids to get to know one another."

"Really? Other hybrids don't...think badly of him?" you asked, frowning.

"Not typically," Namjoon replied, "They're typically quite uncaring of other hybrids' species...all they really care about is that they're hybrids as well."

"Alright," you smiled, "I have some friends with hybrids of their own. I'll meet with them and see if I can set something up."

"It's a good idea to slowly introduce them," Namjoon advised, "Too many new faces and scents could freak him out and make him insecure. Just expand his circle slowly and at his own pace, okay?"

"Alright, thank you, Namjoon," you smiled, bidding him goodbye.

When you stepped back inside, you were filled with a new found determination to brighten Jimin's life even more.

Your friend Taehyung and his dog-hybrid Jungkook were the first ones you contacted. They lived nearby and you had worked with Taehyung at a local cafe for about 2 years where a friendship had budded. His adoption of Jungkook was what opened your eyes to the possibility of getting your own hybrid.

"Jimin," you called from the front door, pulling your shoes on as you heard his door open. He came into view with bedhead and tired eyes, "I'm going to see some friends so I'll be gone for a little while, alright?"

"Alright," he yawned, "Be safe."

"I will," you waved him goodbye and left.

"_____!" the overexcited voice of Jungkook had a smile spreading across your face as you walked into the ice cream shop that you'd decided to meet at.

"Hey guys!" you greeted, walking up to the table but pausing when you found them, only to pause at the two new faces.

"I hope you don't mind..." Taehyung chuckled nervously, "I brought a couple friends...Hoseok and his hybrid Yoongi."

"You mentioned you have a new hybrid you're looking to integrate?" Hoseok asked, an almost blinding smile on his face.

"Um yeah, that's right...it's nice to meet you both," you smiled, taking a seat.

"What kind of hybrid is he?" Yoongi asked.

"He's actually a spider-hybrid," you said, watching all four faces turn to that of surprise, "I know it's unusual...but he's really sweet."

"Hey I didn't say anything," Taehyung chuckled, "I've just never heard of a spider-hybrid."

"They're like...crazy rare," Jungkook gasped, leaning forward, "I think they're basically an endangered species of hybrid now. There are so few of them, to be honest, I thought they were extinct."

"How'd you find him?" Hoseok asked in interest, leaning forward.

"I found him at a shelter," you explained, "He'd been there for like 10 years because no one wanted him. People are...surprisingly cruel to him."

"Poor thing..." Yoongi sighed, shaking his head, "I think it's great for you to introduce him to some friends."

"Humans can be so cruel..." Hoseok sighed, shaking his head.

"I guess we could hang out at your place in the future?" Taehyung asked, looking towards you.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Jungkook mumbled, "He probably won't like having strangers in his space right off the bat."

"How about a park?" Yoongi asked, "If he spent pretty much all his life in that shelter then...I'm sure he'll enjoy being outside for a while."

"You know...I haven't taken him out yet..." you admitted, "Do you think I should?"

"I don't see why not," Yoongi replied, "Expand his world, he may enjoy the bonding with you."

You smiled, thanking them for the advice before you all finally ordered your ice cream.

When you returned home, Jimin was sitting in the living room with a plate of pizza rolls while he watched TV.

"I'm home," you said, closing the door behind you as you kicked your shoes off and hung your jacket up.

"Hey! Welcome home!" Jimin greeted, looking over his shoulder as he stuffed a pizza roll into his mouth, "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" you grinned, making your way over to the couch to have a seat.

As you did however, you felt Jimin stiffen beside you. You reached forward and stole a pizza roll, popping it in your mouth with a sigh.

"You..." he turned to look at you, a dark look on his face that sent a chill down your spine, "You smell different."

"Eh?" you raised a brow, looking down at yourself, "I...have a new body wash..."

"No you..." he leaned forward, his nose meeting your neck before he took a slow inhale, "You smell like other hybrids."

"Oh," you smiled, shaking off the flutter in your chest from his proximity, "I met with my friend Taehyung and his hybrid Jungkook and they brought their friends Hoseok and hybrid Yoongi."

"I don't like that..." he growled, running his tongue over his fangs, "I don't like their scents on you, _____..."

"I..." the deep tone of his voice has your heart skipping a beat and you flushed hot in response, "D-Do you want me to shower then?"

He didn't say anything, simply nodding his head. You could feel his gaze burning holes into you until you disappeared down the hallway. When you reached the bathroom, you placed your hand over your heart to steady it as it continued to race.

There was something about sweet, soft Jimin acting so dark and commanding that just had goosebumps rising all over your skin. You quickly decided to jump in the shower before your thoughts could go any further.

Once out of the shower, you towel dried your hair as you made your way to the living room once again. Jimin was still sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees as he gazed at the TV. He didn't seem to notice you and as you looked at him, you couldn't help but admire his features.

A sharp jawline and pretty, plump lips that he mindlessly ran his tongue over up to the soft slope of his nose and pretty eyelashes that fluttered against his cheeks.

You stepped up to the couch, finally getting his attention and he turned to look at you. His eyes traveled up and down your body, as if inspecting you, the golden glow of his eyes making those double pupils even more prominent.

He stood up, gazing down at you intently, making you shudder. Reaching up, he cupped your jaw and roughly turned your face away to expose the column of your neck. He leaned forward, nosing at the skin. Your breath hitched as you felt his lips ghost of your pulse, pausing to inhale deeply there.

"Much better..." he breathed, suddenly pulling back and dropping to the couch with a smile, "Come on, I was just about to watch A Star is Born."

As he patted the seat, you couldn't ignore the flame he'd lit within you. His sudden behavioral change left your head spinning but you took your seat beside him anyway.

"Hey Jimin?" you asked, a few days after that incedent. Jimin hadn't brought it up and you pretended it never happened. The two of you easily fell back into a rhythm.

"What's up?" Jimin asked from his bedroom.

"Do you want to go shopping?" You asked, smiling when you heard his muffled footsteps before his bedroom door opened.

"Really?" he grinned, bits of web stuck to his hair.

"Yeah, come on," you reached up to pull the whisps from his hair before he stepped out.

It was endearing how excited Jimin was as you made the short walk to the nearby shopping district. He had his hands shoved in his coat pockets as he talked animatedly about anything that came to mind.

The place was bustling, you and Jimin having to weave in and out of the many people you passed. Jimin looked around in wonder at all the shops.

"Do you want to stop inside?" you asked as he paused in front of a men's clothing shop, "You haven't gotten any new clothes since you came here..."

"Really? Can I?" he asked, eyes sparkling when you nodded.

You followed behind him into the store, the scent of cologne in the air making you wrinkle your nose. Jimin disappeared into the racks of clothing as he located the hybrid section. You decided to follow his lead, taking a look around to see if anything stood out that you could make gift him.

You reached the back of the store, finding a wall of shoes. You heard muffled voices from up front and you turned around to see the top of Jimin's purple head. Frowning, you realized there was someone in front of him.

As you approached, you could make out the words, "What are you?"

"Um...wh-what do you mean?" Jimin asked timidly.

"Your eyes...they're fucking weird..." the stranger mumbled.

"I'm a uh...spider..." Jimin replied, though you could hear his voice tremble.

"Ew, seriously?" the man, you realized, asked in disgust, "Can you make webs and shit?"

"Hey!" you snapped, making both men look at you. Jimin relaxed in relief and the stranger raised a brow, "Leave him alone."

"This bug yours?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Don't call him that!" you spat, breezing past him to grab Jimin's hand, "Come on Jimin."

"Careful and make sure he doesn't end up splattered on a windshield!" the man laughed.

You felt Jimin's hand tighten around yours as you both left the store.

"Jimin..."

"I want to go home," he mumbled, releasing your hand before slowly making his way in the direction of the apartment.

"Okay..." you whispered, trailing behind him.

His form looked so sad, head hung and shoulders hunched. You cursed that man for ruining what could have been a perfectly lovely and fun day for the hybrid.

Once you entered the apartment, he made a beeline for his bedroom but you grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Don't, Jimin," you sighed.

"Don't what?" he asked, sounded so dejected that it broke your heart.

"Don't shut yourself away," you begged, feeling the prick of tears when he pulled away from you and made his way down the hall once again.

Instead of going into his room, however, he turned and went into your room. A small smile played at your lips in relief before you followed his lead.

He was sitting on your bed, hands folded in his lap when you entered.

"It's just a stupid name...I don't know why it bothers me so much..." he mumbled as you stood in front of him.

"It's okay..." you mumbled, running your fingers through his hand, making him shiver, "Your feelings are always valid, Jimin. If the name makes you hurt then...we just have to find a way for it not to."

"How do we do that?" he asked, looking up at your with teary eyes.

His lashes fluttered as you brushed a stray tear away, "How about we turn 'bug' into something positive?"

"Positive?" a small smile was finally playing at his lips as he looked at you, his glassy eyes shining once more, "What, you going to start calling me a love bug?"

"Jimin the love bug," you cooed, watching how face turn red until he had to break his gaze. You giggled, "Does that make you happy? Being called a lovebug?"

The way he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you as he laughed. You couldn't resist wrapping him up in a hug in return.

It had been such a long week and you felt drained. Jimin was bustling about as usual, happy as could be. You were bored, thinking of something to do when your phone went off.

You were elated to discover some of your girlfriends were going out to party.

"Hey Jimin!" you called as you began digging through your closet for something to wear, "I'm going to go out!"

"Huh? Where?" he asked, startling you as he appeared in the doorway of your closet.

"Out drinking with some girlfriends," you said, finally picking out a dress.

"Drinking? Will you be safe?" he asked, following close behind you as you picked a pair of shoes and placed the slowly forming outfit on the bed.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you reassured, feeling giddy at the idea of going out to have some fun.

Jimin lingered, watching you almost anxiously until you shooed him out so you could get dressed. Keeping your makeup light, you opened the door to find Jimin leaning against his bedroom door.

"Alright, I'll be back late okay?" you said, making your way down the hall as you slid your phone into your purse, "Don't wait up."

"_____..." Jimin whined as you opened the door, making you pause. You could see he wanted to say something but he only sighed and gave you a fake smile before saying, "Have fun."

You did feel bad leaving him alone when it was clear he didn't want you to, but you needed to go out and have fun. You adored Jimin but you needed some time away from him, just some simple girl-time with your friends and drinks.

You got buzzed pretty quickly — not wasted but you were feeling pleasantly buzzed. Naturally, such a state interfered with your inhibitions and logical decision making.

Which is why you ended up bringing a man you'd met at the bar home.

It didn't occur to you, as you kissed the man and let him pin you down to your bed, to think of Jimin. He pushed the hem of your dress up and roughly yanked you close to him, making you squeak in shock.

Pinning your wrists down, he began trailing his lips across your exposed collar bones. Before his hand could reach your panties, there was a low growl that ripped through the room.

"Oh shit!" the man gasped, jumping back in shock at the appearance of Jimin standing in the doorway, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Jimin," you mumbled, sitting up to push the hem of your dress down properly.

"Get out," Jimin snarled, approaching the man aggressively.

"Wh-What the fuck are you?" the man sputtered, scrambling out of your bed as he met Jimin's eyes — his double pupils easily following his every move.

"I...y-you should probably go..." you mumbled from the bed, biting your lip as you watched Jimin bare his fangs in warning to the stranger.

"Y-You're kidding right?" the man scoffed, shaking his head, "Fucking freaks."

With his departure, you were left with a very tense Jimin. His chest was heaving with anger as he stared at you, taking a few easy strides to you.

"Did you enjoy that?" he growled, crawling onto the bed. The way he crawled over you was predatory and you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together in response.

"Wh-What?" you breathed, keening at the feeling of his lips meeting your neck.

"Making me angry," he whispered, "Letting him taint you with his disgusting scent when you know...my scent is the only one you should have on your skin."

"I-I'm sorry Jimin..." you whimpered, your panties growing damper by the second, "I'm drunk I wasn't...thinking straight."

"Right..." he scoffed, the dominance he oozed nearly had you moaning, "I want you to go take a shower, wash his stink off of you and when you come back...I'll make you smell like you should."

He leaned back to let you slide off the bed. The way he scanned over your body, tongue sliding over his bottom lip made you clench pathetically in your panties. As quickly as you could, you made it to the bathroom and haphazardly stripped.

When you stepped back into your bedroom, Jimin was still sitting on your bed. The shower had significantly sobered you up and as you stood in front of him, you felt shy with his dark gaze on you.

"What's the matter?" he asked, a smirk growing on his face as you shifted on your feet, "You look nervous..." he stood up, the way he walked was confident and he had his head held high, "Do I make you nervous, _____?"

"I..." you licked your lips as you looked up at him, "I just really want to touch you."

"Oh?" he chuckled, cupping your chin, "Don't you mean you want me to touch you? Hm?" he leaned closer to you, his nose brushing against yours with his close proximity, "Isn't that why you brought him here? I saw the way you let him treat you, pin you down...is that what you like? You want to be treated roughly?"

Your eyes fluttered as you whimpered in arousal, the very idea of being pinned beneath Jimin's powerful form so tempting. Licking your lips, you met his gaze. You were able to see his eyes so much better and they were so beautiful and unique you could get lost in them.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, breath fanning over your lips. It took a second for you to remember where you were before you quickly nodded.

Then a fraction of a second later, his lips were on yours. The kiss started out soft, like Jimin was taking his time to enjoy his first kiss with you. Quickly, however, it turned hotter until he was licking feverishly into your mouth.

As your mind was occupied with his mouth, he reached up to pull at the hem of your towel. It easily came undone and fell to the floor — leaving you completely naked. You gasped at the cool air against your damp skin. He grinned against your lips and stepped away, leaving you feeling vulnerable.

Those enchanting eyes traveled over every centimeter of exposed skin. The urge to cover yourself was tempting and your fingers twitched by your sides.

“You are…” he breathed, tongue sliding over his bottom lip, “Stunning.”

“Jimin…” you breathed his name and you saw his jaw clenched at the desperation in your voice.

He could hear your heart pounding, could see the way your pupils displayed, and could smell your building arousal. His own cock was hard in his pants, dripping precum and no doubt making a mess.

“On the bed,” he ordered, watching as you scrambled to crawl on.

You turned and sat down, facing him. He grinned, showing those sharp fangs, at the sight of you sitting so prettily — waiting for him. You were under his control, giving your body up for him — trusting him to take care of you. The thought made his cock throb and he released a slow groan.

You bit your lip as he began to approach you, taking his time while keeping his eyes locked on you. When he was within arms reach of you, he inhaled deeply and grinned.

“I can smell how wet you are for me…” he whispered, making your cheeks flush hot.

“Y-You can?” he nodded, reaching up to gently wrap his hand around your throat. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, nosing your neck before inhaling deeply.

“Of course,” he breathed, “My senses are much more acute than yours are…and might I say, you smell delectable.”

“Y-You sound like you're going to eat me,” you whispered, making him pause.

He leaned back and met your gaze, his beautiful eyes trembling slightly as he rested his forehead against yours. Then, his eyes slowly scrunched up and he let out a little giggle that had your heart skipping a beat.

How could he go from taking your breath away with starling dominance to making your heart skip a beat with how utterly endearing he was? But as soon as that cuteness appeared, it vanished again.

“Of course I wouldn't eat you,” he whispered, slowly sinking to his knees, “But I wouldn't say no to a taste.”

You gasped as you were suddenly pushed flat onto your back. Rough hands roughly gripped the back of your knees, yanking you forward with surprising strength before pinning them open.

Your cunt was completely exposed to him and he groaned at the sight. There wasn't even a second for you to feel embarrassed before his tongue was diving between your folds.

The first thing you noticed was how hot his tongue was. The second thing you noticed was the foreign texture — similar to a cat's tongue only much softer. You could feel the barbs slide over your clit, making your hips jump.

Jimin moaned, sliding his tongue against your entrance to collect more of your sweet arousal. His lashes fluttered, enjoying the way you tightened around the intrusion.

Your fingers found purchase in his hair, not pulling but holding on. He grinned against your pussy, using two fingers to spread you open. Pulling back, he watched your hole spasm and your clit twitch in arousal.

“So small…” he whispered, bringing two fingers to your entrance, “How will you take my cock?”

“Fuck…” you gasped as he worked the two digits in. Your eyes rolled back at the light stretch, biting your lip as soon as he started scissoring them.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“S-So good...another finger, please,” you whined, a beg he quickly abided.

Jimin let out a soft moan of his own as he worked to fit the third digit in. Your walls were squeezing him tightly, trying to suck him in deeper.

“Y-Your tongue, please make me cum, Jimin,” you begged, lightly tugging on his hair.

He groaned at the feeling, the slight pain making his cock pulse. He had never been harder in his life.

Leaning forward, he swirled his tongue around your clit. Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your walls squeezed tight.

He felt your body trembling, tensing and your breathing picking up. Working harder, he worked his fingers inside of you. Suddenly, he hit a spot that had you exploding.

You cried his name, arching so beautifully as you gushed around his fingers. He groaned at the feeling of his fingers becoming soaked in your cum. Diligently, he worked your spasming clit until you were pushing him away from the sensitive bud.

Pulling back, he pulled his fingers from your cunt. Your thighs immediately snapped shut as you trembled, coming down from the high.

He brought his fingers to his lips, enveloping them one by one to lick your cum off of them. He could feel his underwear sticking to his length from the amount of precum he was leaking. His cock ached, desperate to be buried inside of you.

He stood suddenly, gaining your attention once more. You had more or less settled down while he was in his own world. Sitting up, you watched as he stripped.

His shirt was first, dropped to a pile on the floor. Then he pushed his sweatpants down, revealing his boxers. You licked your lips at the sight.

He was big and it made your throb with want.

Finally, he pulled the last article down and he was as bare as you.

His cock was very similar to a humans in shape. It was thicker than any you'd ever taken and it was drooling precum in strings to the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight and you shuffled forward.

Jimin watched you curiously as you grabbed his hip, urging him to the edge of the bed. You looked up at him and wrapped your hand around the base — your fingers not able to touch around him.

He shivered visibly, goosebumps rising all over his skin as he reached out to grab your wrist.

“F-Fuck…” he whimpered.

“Are you sensitive Jimin?” you teased. The glare he shot you sent shivers down your spine.

Leaning forward, you took the thick head of him into your mouth. His head fell backward and he moaned — a long, drawn out moan you'd only ever dreamed of hearing a man make.

You sucked the head of him, mouth already stretched without going any further. His cock was so fat and drooling precum on your tongue with every pulse you could feel of the thick vein on the underside.

Swirling your tongue around him, his breathing hitched you could see his body tense before a bitter taste coated your tastebuds.

Your cunt was soaking by then. He had cum just from you sucking the head of his cock.

When you pulled off, his cheeks were flushed and his lips were parted with his heavy breathing. You swallowed his cum down, the consistency a little more watery than a human’s cum.

Things were still for a moment before you noticed he was still just as hard as before — and leaking more precum. He moved forward, wrapping a hand around your throat to maneuver you into moving you backwards.

You were laying with your head in the pillows, Jimin sitting on his knees. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself with a sigh.

“Pull your knees up to your chest, show me your little cunt,” he whispered.

You did as your were told, hooking your hands beneath your knees to pull them to your chest. You were completely exposed, your dripping pussy utterly vulnerable to him.

He shuffled forward, positioning his cock at your entrance before pausing.

“Will you even be able to take me?” he asked, the fat head of him sliding over you sensitive clit.

“Y-Yes please, please give it to me,” you begged, watching the way his length parted your folds.

“Are you sure?” he asked, finally looking up at you, “I don't want to hurt you.”

Your heart fluttered as you smiled, “It's okay, Jimin, it'll feel good.”

He seemed to relax slightly before the tip finding its way to your entrance once again.

Neither of your breathed as he began to sink into you. The stretch burned, your pussy not used to taking something so big. Reaching down, you circled your clit as he stuffed you full.

He watched as more and more of his cock disappeared inside of you. Quickly, he bottomed out — bumping against your cervix. You gasped at the feeling and he pulled back slightly.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side curiously.

“A-A little…just don't go all the way, okay?” you asked, making him smile and nod.

Of course he wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

Replacing your hands on the back of your thighs, he pulled out — your juices clung to his cock and made his mouth water. Pushing back in, he was mindful to not go all the way just like you asked him.

Your moans rose in volume and he could feel your body tremble beneath him. His eyes were on the way your cunt was stuffed so fucking full with him. He didn't know how you were even taking him but it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

You were so wet that every movement was mingled with the slick sounds of your arousal. Reaching down, he brushed his thumb over your clit, making your mewl in pleasure. He could feel the way you clenched even harder around him as he circled the bud.

“Jimin...y-you'll make me cum…” you warned, voice wobbly as your body was jostled with the movement of his thrusts.

He looked up at your face finally, your mouth was open and your eyes were glassy with pleasure. You were beautiful and it made his heart flutter.

“Want you to cum,” he whispered, working his thumb in circles as he continued to fuck you. His cock was so big he didn't even have to try to touch your spot — he couldn't avoid it.

He worked you for less than a minute before you were cumming. Your walls spasmed around him and he felt the hot gush of your cum sprinkle across his skin and over his cock. He cursed, his own cock throbbing in pure arousal at the sight of your squirting for him.

Your cries were of pure ecstasy and it sent him to his own high.

You felt him still, his mouth falling open before a low whine escape his lips. His cock pulsed a few times before he was filling you with cum.

You were surprised by how much there was — much more than he'd released in your mouth. It filled your cunt up and kept coming. His cock plugging your entrance made it impossible for it to leak out.

It was hot and you could feel his cock throb with every spurt of cum he released. You felt so full and for some reason it turned you on to be so full of his cum.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, he began to pull out. As expected, his cum gushed out once able to. It leaked to the bed and you mentally cringed as you realized what a mess it'll be to clean.

Jimin seemed transfixed on the way your ruined cunt drooled his cum. He had marked you as his — it was his scent on you now.

“_______…” he whispered, crawling up to cover your body with his.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, meeting your eyes. You were still obviously recovering but you still reached up to cup his cheek.

“I think...I think I really love you,” he whispered, watching as your eyes widened, “You're the only person who has ever...cared for me. I want to stay with you forever.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, “I love you too, lovebug.”

He beamed at the nickname, pulling back to press his lips against yours. It was soft again, he was pouring every ounce of his love into it.

His touch was soft as he treated you like you were the most precious thing in his life.

And to him, you were. You were his everything.

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johnkrrasinski · 3 years

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dwindling, mercurial high

full masterlist

Pairings: Andy Barber x female!reader

Word count: 2,733

Warning: SMUT!!! infidelity/cheating, age gap, unprotected sex, dirty talk, angst, lots of angst. (MUST BE 18+)

Summary: based on the song ‘illicit affairs’ by taylor swift. things changed between you and andy, the man you’d been crushing on for the longest time, after you returned home from college. what was born from a single glance & stolen stares turned into a secret addiction, something neither of you could get sober from.

a/n: the idea piqued my imagination after watching taylor’s folklore long pond studio session and i wondered what it’d be like to be the third person instead of the cheated one, thus this angsty fic was born. reblog & feedback are always appreciated.

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You closed your eyes as your back hit the wall repeatedly, you held onto him as tight as possible as you moaned in his ear. The bristle of his beard tickled your neck as he nipped your sensitive spot, causing your head to spin. The coil in your abdomen tightened, so did your legs around his waist, and you clenched around him, pushing him to thrust harder into you, chasing your orgasms. Your wailings grew louder and you cried out his name like prayer as his pace become sloppier.

Time became hazy as you plummeted into bliss while he continued to impale you, prolonging your release as well. You wanted the moment to last as long as possible as you presented your body as a vessel for him to obtain pleasure, the kind that he couldn’t get at home from his lovely wife. You didn’t mind that it took him longer to reach his peak, the comforting feeling of him being inside you was like cozying up to your favourite knit sweater and a cup of hot chocolate whilst it was raining outside.

But rains don’t last forever, and the sun was always around the corner, lurking to appear and scorch the planet once more, waking everyone up out of their comfortable place. And that’s what it was like being with Andy.

He groaned as he released deep inside you, resting his face on your shoulder while trying to catch his breath. He kissed you on the lips, claiming your mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair until he needed air. But you didn’t, because he was the air that you needed. Then he set you on your feet gently and he began putting on his clothes. “It’s stopped coming down, I should head back now, Laurie’s going to come home soon and I told her that I’d be working from home today. It’d be suspicious if I left the house without telling her.”

You nodded, “…okay.” But it wasn’t okay, how much longer were you going to have these clandestine meetings? How could you tell him that you wanted him to stay and hold you close just for once?

He slipped his feet into his shoes and untied the lace. You leaned on your hands against your study desk and watched his flushed state longingly as if you were trying to speak with your gaze and you wanted him to get the message because words would hurt both of you. He put on his coat and swung the hood over his head then stood before you, “are you okay, kid?”

No, how could you even ask me that? “Yeah.” He always asked the same question after every time you both made love but never once did you tell him the truth and he believed you. He kissed you on the forehead and there he goes, leaving you with your tears and fury once more without a single weight in his heart.

How did you end up here? It began last summer after you came back home from college. You were going to work in your father’s law firm once you finished law school and obtained your degree. Your father was a lawyer and had a good friendship with the Barbers since you were little. You even watched Jacob being born when Laurie went into labour. Besides living across from each other and worked in the same field, you were like a big sister to Jacob too. He was always a shy, introverted kid who didn’t make friends easily so Andy truly cherished your companion for his son.

You were always happy being a big sister figure to Jacob, you were both the only children so it was easy to bond over that. But what you’d never admit out loud, was also the fact that yous secretly had a crush on Jacob’s dad. What’s not to swoon over? Andy was extremely good looking, a good father and a loving husband. He was a top lawyer, courteous, soft-spoken and always treated you kindly whenever you came over.

It affected your dating life in high school because, despite all the boys asking you out, you never said yes to them. Because there was only one man that you wanted and you couldn’t have him. Even in college, you tried to forget him and seek for someone else, but even college boys couldn’t live up to Andy.

Three years went by and you finally returned home and were ready to start your career as a lawyer. Law and crimes always fascinated you because you believed that justice wasn’t as simple as black or white, or the good guy versus the bad guy so it came naturally for you to follow your father’s footsteps.

Your father invited the Barbers over for dinner to celebrate your homecoming. Laurie asked you about the college life and teased if you might’ve had dated a few boys and you nervously refuted the question by telling her that you were too busy with studying. Andy sat across you and you tried so hard not to make eye contact with him but you couldn’t fight the urge and you swore you saw him glance at you once or twice and he’d quickly look away once you caught him.

One afternoon, a couple of days after the dinner, when your father was at the court, and your mother was at her boutique, you decided to come over to the Barbers’ house. Jacob texted you earlier about his Physics homework and asked for your help on doing it. You were going to start working at the firm on Monday so you had plenty of spare time at home, doing whatever you wished for. You were bored, you had been reading books and watching Netflix all day so you decided to spend time helping Jacob with his homework.

You knocked on the door and texted him, “I’m outside.” You were a little early than the agreed time so Andy opened the door instead of the person you expected.

“Mr. Barber, hi! Is Jacob home yet?” You tried your best to keep your composure.

“No, he said he was staying for Math. He didn’t tell you?”

“Uh, he must’ve forgotten. He asked me earlier to help him with his homework and I thought I could come by early to hang out, but it’s fine, I’ll just come back later. Thanks, Mr. Barber.”

“You could come inside and wait for Jacob here if you want?” He offered.

“Um, are you sure, Mr. Barber? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“No, please, Laurie hasn’t come home yet, and I’d appreciate the company. And just call me Andy.”

“Okay, yeah, sure. I’ve got no one to talk to at home yet, anyway. Except for my cat who only comes to me when she’s hungry.”

He chuckled at the joke as he closed the door behind you. “You want anything to drink?”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you Mr. Barber.”

He gave you a look at the nickname. “Sorry, I meant, Andy.”

“You’ve really grown since the last time I saw you, ____. You’ve even gotten good-looking.” He nonchalantly said whilst he was making your coffee. “Milk?”

“Huh?” your heart was beating fast at his flattering words. “Do you want some milk in your coffee?”

“Yes, please.” You gulped, mentally screaming at yourself to keep it together. “Are you saying that I was an ugly duckling, Andy?”

He chuckled, “no, what I meant was, your appearance definitely changed and I like it.” He served the coffee on the dining table where he laid a bunch of papers and a laptop and you tried to maintain your distance despite every cell in your body was begging for you to sit closer to him.

You hoped he couldn’t hear the way your breath hitched so you drank your coffee with shaky hands. He asked you about college or shared some advice in becoming a young lawyer. He also caught you up with stories that you missed while you were away. How he found out Jacob was bullied by this kid in his school and how he and Laurie had been arguing a lot lately.

“I’m sorry about that, Andy. But you two will work it out, what marriage doesn’t have its disputes, right? If you both had made it this far, I’m sure you can make it for many more years.”

“Thanks, ____. Be sure to keep that in mind if a guy starts a quarrel with you, okay?” He sipped his own coffee.

“I’ll have to find a guy first, I guess.”

“Are you not seeing anyone?” He gave you a quizzical look.

“No, just haven’t found the time, I guess.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’re an intelligent and attractive young woman. You should go out and explore.”

“And what if I couldn’t find one that I want, Andy?” You stirred your coffee, unable to look him in the eye.

“What do you want, ____?” He inched his face closer to you, making it hard to breathe. His ocean blue eyes bored into yours, with the kind of look that you never saw before. In this proximity, you could see how his pupils had dilated, filling the rim with darkness lust. And you didn’t question his intentions or what he was thinking but at that moment, you had never wanted him more. And you needed him. You needed him to grant your heart’s greatest desire. Him.

“You,” you voice was barely a whisper. “I want… You.”

“Say it, say it louder.”

“I want you, Andy. I’ve wanted you forever.”

Then as if the time had frozen, he slammed his lips onto yours, nearly causing your chair to fall back if only he didn’t catch you. Andy grabbed your face and kissed you with a burning passion. You shut your eyes, reeling from the swirling emotions in your stomach. It wasn’t butterflies but the whole damn zoo. Andy licked your bottom lip and you parted your mouth for him, allowing his tongue to enter and tangle itself with yours.

You whimpered and you felt Andy smirked at the way your body reacted to him. Andy then stood up and lifted you onto the table, and he slightly pulled your hair back, exposing your neck to him. He began trailing kisses there and his right hand roamed around your body until it reached the hem of your off-the-shoulder top and it travelled to your breast and he toyed with it, pinching the nipple and fondle with the globe.

“Andy…” taking your whimpers as a green light, he moved his hand down to the zipper of your jeans, fumbled with the buttons and he pulled them down just enough for his hand to caress your womanhood. Blood rushed to your cheeks when he felt your arousal. He shoved the G-string aside, allowing his fingers to stroke you.

“If I knew how much you wanted me, I would’ve made a move sooner, baby.”

The coalescence of his voice, his plump lips and his hands touching you all over nearly made you forgot where you were until the act was interrupted by Jacob’s voice from the door, “Dad, I’m home!” Andy quickly stopped his assault on you and let you go. You stood on shaky legs as you tried to smooth over your rumpled top and zip up your jeans.

Luckily, when Jacob found you both in the kitchen, he didn’t suspect anything and you followed him to his room, walking away from Andy as if nothing even happened. And that was the beginning of your doomed affair.

His infidelity carried on for months and none of you had found the strength to break it off. You knew it was wrong in so many ways. You always considered The Barbers as your second family despite your latent feelings for Andy. You’d be letting down so many people if they found out about this affair. Each time you both ran off to find escapism in a secluded place, you were consumed by guilt. Every time you told yourself that you can always stop, that he can always stop, you were choked with words. The desire has rooted itself way too deep and none of you could go back now.

It started in your room and once he’d grown weary of the atmosphere, he’d take you to a motel a little outside of town where nobody really knew who you were and it has now taken you to an empty parking lot. Andy laid on the reclined shotgun seat with his clothes off and his pants around his ankles. You leaned your hand on the window as his cock stretched you open from under.

He loved the way your breasts jiggled with each thrust. You had your shirt lifted just enough to display your breasts for him while your shorts and underwear were thrown off to the backseat. His cock was hitting your G-spot repeatedly, creating tantalizing friction. You writhed above him, screaming his name as loud as you possibly could with your mind disarrayed from his thrusts. He had both of his hands gripping your hips solidly, controlling your move as you rode him.

“After all the time I’ve fucked you, you’re still so tight,” He groaned. He moved one of his hands to breast, pinching the nipple and you mewled from the pleasurable sting. He slid his hand up to your throat, cutting off your airway, suffocating you. Your whimpers your muted but it didn’t stop you from moving up and down on him. His other hand slid under your body, he toyed with your wetness and rubbed your clit, causing you to clench around him. “You gonna cum all over my fat cock, baby?”

His filthy words never failed to arouse you. If anyone had told fifteen years old you that the man you had such admired and respect, though from afar, had a foul mouth during sex, you would’ve told them to piss off because they had no idea what the hell were they talking about, but now you had an explicit, front-row seat view of it, you couldn’t look at him any other way.

The way his cock rutted into you and the way his digits worked you over and over again, while his massive hand made you struggle for air, sent your body into overdrive and you cried out his name as if it was your salvation. Your brain was clouded with ecstasy as he continued to ram into you, chasing his own release.

You lost the power to straddle him and collapsed on top of him. Andy’s hands travelled back into your hips, locking you in place as you were pliable with your prolonged orgasm. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, baby.”

Then Andy emptied his seed into you, filling you up with his load, and he groaned out loud in your ear. You both tried to abate your breathing while he was still sheathed inside you. The closeness felt intimate and comforting and somehow it felt like you were committing treachery. Your limbs were intertwined and you didn’t wanna untangle yourself from him because you knew if you did, he’d drive you home and take the less travelled by road and that would be it.

There was no post-sex cuddling or aftercare. There was no murmuring soft words under a duvet and exchanging tender kisses while basking in the afterglow with him. Because that’s all this was, an illicit affair. All there was after a steamy rendezvous were quick showers to wash off traces of each other as if you didn’t even exist and a spontaneously fabricated tale so the other person wouldn’t know where the other one had truly been.

You wanted to throw things at him and scream, don’t you fucking call me kid or baby, I’m neither of those things. You wanted to hate him for the godforsaken mess he’d turned you into, but you couldn’t. Because he had shown you colours you couldn’t see with anyone else and you couldn’t erase the secret language he taught you from your mind despite the idiotic fool that he made you.

And no matter how many times you witnessed him kissing his wife like a loving spouse would and how long he made you wait for a call, you knew damn well that you’d do it all over again for him in a heartbeat.

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constantlyunlightening · 4 years

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1000000 Times

Kinktober Day 6: Overstimulaion w/ Mirio Togata

Other kinks/Trigger warnings: praise kink, minor breeding kink

I say overstimulation but it was less of a focus than I would have liked. That being said, Mirio is a good boy and this fic is fluffy as hellllllllll. I actually ended up having a lot of fun with it, once I got in my groove.

Go and get your back blown out, bby

Disclaimers: Read/interact only if you’re 18+. Characters are all 20+

For clarification, you had been joking.

Dating Mirio meant an endless stream of joking and teasing and laughing. The man had always been an outstanding source of positivity for you and you wanted to be one back to him. He found strength in humor and you wanted to be another form of strength for him. It was perfect that way. You loved the dumb jokes and the silly chats you two had. You loved the way his smile lit up his entire face when you cracked a dumb pun. He loved your little giggles that turned into big belly laughs when he started cracking them back.

You two had a relationship that was, in part, built on humor.

So, when you had teasingly sent him a naughty message today, it was a joke.

“Maybe you should live up to your name and make me cum a million times 👀”

You thought his reply was a joke.

“Hah! Sounds like a challenge and I’m up for it!”

You had also thought he had been joking when he had brought home a wheelchair that very day and told you it was because you were going to have a real hard time walking tomorrow. An elaborate joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Now you weren’t so sure how much of a joke it actually was.

“That’s three!” In the wake of your third orgasm, your eyes managed to flutter down to the tuft of blonde that was between your legs and you soon met Mirio’s twinkling gaze as he smiled at you, lips left wet with your essence. “You’re handling those really well, princess! You sound so sweet when you moan out for me that I can’t really help myself.” His voice was as cheery and light as ever. It was almost hard to believe that such a sweet tone was coming from the same man who had been going down on you like a man starved and yet….

“Miri-” you almost whined out. Three orgasms on his tongue alone was leaving you a bit weak. Didn’t help the way he melted you with his words after each of them - telling you how cute you were shaking underneath him. “Y-you don’t actually have to count them.”

“That’s a good one! Impressive that your cracking jokes after you went all tremble-y on me like that. Just another thing for me to adore about you, huh?” He readjusted his grip on you. He was lying prone between your legs, both his arms having snaked underneath your thighs to prop them up and leave you open for him. However, one of his hands went from completely coiling around your thighs, to now moving to press down on your stomach, pinning your lower abdomen to the bed. Your last orgasm had left you back rounded off the bed and this was probably a measure to counter that. Easier to get you off when you were anchored in place. “If I don’t keep track, how am I going to know how many more I have to go, silly. I mean, you can try counting if you want but-” he trailed off and you could see that mischievous gleam in his eyes as he licked the taste of you off his lips, “-I’m not sure you’ll be able to keep up no matter how smart you are.”

His head dove back down, seeing the way your body finally started to melt a bit - muscles unwinding just so he could wind them right back up again. His tongue was circling at your velvety entrance and a warm breath fanned over you with his low chuckle. “You’re still quivering, princess. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get enough of you when your body is this irresistible.” His tongue dove into you and the one arm that was still wrapped around your leg tugged. Your body dragged against the bed until his face was pressed right up against your cunt, the muscle inside you now digging in as deep as it could reach, lazily contracting and expanding to toy out your reactions. The low groan of his voice sent a vibration through your core that caused enough of a rush of pleasure that you hardly noticed how bruising of a grip he had on your leg, keeping you flushed against him as much as he could.

He had taken his time with the first three climaxes and this seemed to be the case with this one too. This man had the potential to be an absolute brute- but he was treating you as if you were a fragile gemstone. Caution was to be heeded but you were in need of plenty of admiring. His tongue fucked you slowly and sweetly, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit every once in a while just to leave you mewling with each graze. Your own energy seemed to be coming back to your body too, because a particularly good thrust of his tongue had you freed leg involuntary jerking and knocking the side of his head with more force than you’d like to admit. You were caught in your own euphoria but you did have enough sense to realize that might have hurt and you gasped out. “S-sorry!” Your squeal tampered into a whine as his tongue retreated from you, leaving you feeling more empty than you wanted. But you had just kicked him. It was understandable he pulled away but your body was already desperate for your fourth.

Luckily he didn’t seem hurt. In fact, he appeared rather amused as he let go of your stomach and let his thumb move down to gently circle your clit, refusing to let your pleasure die down. “You got real squirrely on me there, huh?” He asked, flashing you the same charmed smile that caught your heart in the first place. This man smiled at you as if he had the world just to give to you. “Did it feel that good?” Softer now, his voice carried as a loving whisper in the space around you. So tender. Your pussy was clenching but your heart fluttered. “Let me make it feel even better.”

His finger moved to push inside you. Like everything else about this boy, his fingers were big too. The single digit stretched you out enough to make you keen and he moved to let his mouth lathe attention back to your folds. “Kick me as much as you want, princess. I’ll take whatever you got. Just let me make my princess feel soooo good.” The rumble in his voice vibrated against your heat as his finger worked and trusted inside you. Each stroke had you clamping down on him tighter, clinging to the intrusion as your hands moved to thread through his hair. Pleasure was rippling through your nerves and he fed off your reactions - your moans, your quivers, the drip of your heat around his finger. He picked up the pace each time you got needier, letting your bliss build and build and build. The pressure was so close. And when it got just right - just about ready for him to push you off the edge - he let his tongue focus solely on that pretty button of yours, playing it like a master musician. Your crying of his name was his masterpiece.

You came again and as that molten heat flooded your system, you barely registered the cheeky “four!” that was called out from inside your thighs. You did regain your senses enough to hear his sweet coos as he dropped your legs and moved to a kneel. “That’s it. You’re doing so, so well for me. I’m really proud of you, ya know? You’ve been handling it all and coming undone for me every time. You’re so gorgeous. How am I ever supposed to take my eyes off of you?”

He was leaning over you, kissing your lips till they were swollen, big hands soothing over your shaking body. “You’re not starting to hurt yet, are you? I’m trying to go slowly for you, but a million? That’s going to get you real sensitive. I’ll try and drag you into the pleasant parts of it a little faster now, alright? Just keep on taking me in, okay, pretty girl?” His hand found its way to your hair, smoothing over the top of it only so he could cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just like you always do. Yeah, you got this.”

His tip was pressed to your entrance and he suddenly had his hands off your face and grabbing your legs was more, bending them up over his shoulders. Mirio talked sweet and then had the tendency to bend you like a pretzel. But the way he had your body worked up had created enough heat within you to give you the flexibility he needed to get you into position. It also had you positively dripping and Mirio used that to lube up his cock as it glided from your entrance to between your folds and back, getting a layer of your sticky coating. “Ready for more? Getting such a good taste of my pretty girl got me all excited. Feel it?” His head was brushing alongside your entrance and it tipped in slowly, your hole protesting with a squeeze against the girth of it. “I’m practically bursting and it’s all because of you and how amazing you are. I can hardly hold back.”

Mirio’s hands found your own and pinned them above your head, intertwining fingers and squeezing as he pressed each individual inch of cock into your needy cunt. The stretch burned. Even with four orgasms and the stretch of his own finger, it still didn’t completely accommodate for his size. It was painful, but that’s why he went slow, letting you adjust as he got deeper and deeper and… his tip kissed your cervix and you mewled out, hands tightening their grip around his. He let you settle over him, adjust and when he felt you relax is when he started to pull his hips back.

“Don’t hold back then.” Your voice was tiny- sweet and peacefully blissed out but he had heard. His hips stopped midway on the outwards and the groan he emitted was so deep that you almost mistook it for a growl..

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you.” He slammed his hips back in. He didn’t mean to hurt you by any means but you got him so riled up some days he didn’t know how to handle himself. And with you having given him the go ahead, Mirio was finding his own pace, slamming heavy hips against your tight body. You could feel your vision blur with the force as the bed creaked underneath each motion. Mirio had a dick that could rearrange your guts if you weren’t careful. A mixture of pain and ecstasy dance over you, fighting for the spotlight with each snap of Mirio’s hips. But as he got faster, deeper, it was the euphoria that overcame and whimpering cries shifted to needy moans that only fueled your lovers movements.

The slam of the headboard bucking the wall now joined the chorus in the still-growing noise that had been created in the room. Tears pricked at your eyes but that didn’t dissuade you from calling out for more. “Miriii, pleaseeeee! Need ta’ cum-”

“How could I-” a grunt as he swung his hips down deeper still “- ever turn you down? Want me to cum with you? Cum inside you, princess?” You babbled out something that sounded like a yes and he groaned loudly. “Yessss. That’s a good girl. Gonna give you a kid, you want that? Your body sure does.” Another clench and Mirio managed out a strained laugh as he pressed your legs deeper to your chest. “Yeahhhhh, it does. Try not to spill a drop. But even if you do-” a slam of his hips “-ill just cum in you all over, okay? All for my-” slam! “-good-” slam! “-little-” he banged into you harder, harder, harder “-princess.”

You screamed, feeling like his dick was splitting you in half as your orgasm sprang up on you. The first four had been honey like - sweet and slow. This one was more like a bolt of lightning as it rocked through you all at once, leaving your body in spasms. Those spasms were enough to coax Mirio too. Through your mental haze, you could feel warmth gush through your core, spilling deep inside your body - spilling out of it Mirio leaned further against you. He stopped himself from fully collapsing on you, not wanting to crush you. Even in his orgasmic bliss, his priority was keeping you safe at all costs - especially now with how utterly vulnerable and wrecked you looked underneath him. Were your eyes going crossed? They certainly were teary.

Cute.

He let you course through the sensations, keeping his cock situated in your depths. Hero stamina was fantastic. Having his cum lodged deep within you, spreading through your body gave him a mental image that riled him back up again even as your eyelids got heavy. Refractory period, who?

He chuckled gently, watching you start to doze off underneath him. He released your hand, only so he could tap your cheek and then jolt you awake with another buck of his hips. “Sorry, but no falling asleep yet! We’re only on number five!”

#mirio togata #bnha smut #mirio x reader #kinktober #pretend this isnt a day late #im going to make it up by writing two fics a different day #but for now #this is fine

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lexacoolfox · 3 years

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What type of partner dancing I think some danganronpa characters would do with their S/O

Pt.2 (bonus)

Kokichi Oma

Tango

This guy would totally do the tango with you

He likes to tease and flirt but he can be romantic. Ok. no. Sexy is more like it

He found out a big fancy party was coming up

“S/OOOO!”

“Yes Kichi?”

“There’s going to be a fancy party soon!”

“Let me guess…you want me to help prank everybody who is going to the party.”

He almost made a change of plans but he really wanted to dance with you

Nope! I want you to come with me as my date!”

Insert confused look

“Really?”

Yeah! Is it so hard to believe?”

“Knowing you. Yes.”

“S/O you know… a lot of people would kill to go with the ultimate supreme leader! But I only have eyes for my queen/king.~”

He was getting really close. You looked away cause how close he was to your face.

He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. His eyes just drew you in.

“So do you accept? Will you go with your super hot supreme leader?”

All you could do was nod slowly

“Great! Tomorrow we’ll start looking for outfits and practice dancing. So no sleeping in!”

he just then walked away

The next day he picked out his outfit and cockily walked into your room.

“What do you think?”

He was in pose and wore a smirk that seemed to say ‘I already know I look amazing!’

But I’m pretty sure deep down he wanted your opinion

“You look handsome Kichi! Definitely fit for the oh so great supreme leader!”

You did like his outfit! You decided to be extra cause you thought there was no harm in feeding his ego

“Great! Now get up we have to get you an outfit.”

(Your dress or suit)

“Wow, if we weren’t trying to get the outfit for the dance. I would say your trying to seduce me~”

You walked over to him and did a kabedon. Keep in mind your in a very attractive outfit.

You grabbed his chin and made him look at you, like he did yesterday.

“Maybe this outfit…”

You went to his ear

“Is for you~”

You whispered

You then back off took it off and went to the cashier saying you’ll buy it.

Kokichi was still in the place you kabedon him with a giant blush on his face.

When you got back to your place. You put your outfit away

“Kichi let’s practice. Wait what dance are we going to do?”

You both thought until Kokichi came up with one

“S/O let’s do a tango!”

You’ve always wanted to try tango, it always looked so romantic.

“Yeah let’s do it!”

Your guys spent the next few days practicing for like 2-3 hours

The night how the party came and when you guys arrived. You were definitely getting a lot of attention. Kichi went to get you guys some drinks

“Hey baby~ what’s a good looking thing like you doing by yourself?”

You didn’t know this stranger. You nervously laughed

“O-oh I’m not alone m-my boyfriend j-just went to get me some d-drinks.”

“How about you ditch whoever that loser is. And come with a guy who can show you a good time~”

You were done being polite

“No.”

He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you

“Sorry doll~ I don’t take no. For an answer.”

“Let go!”

Then the man suddenly got splashed with punch

“Hey pal keep your dirty mitts of what’s mine!”

Kokichi looked so mad, if looks could kill he would be six feet under.

“Who do you think your are!”

“The ultimate supreme leader. Kokichi oma.”

The man face went pale. He quickly ran off

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Ok let’s both go get punch. then we start dancing.”

You didn’t know that DICE was there so at some point when you weren’t paying attention. Kokichi let of a silent signal to hijack the music and put on some certain music.

He played a song that nobody really knew but you two knew cause you practiced to it plenty of times

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At first you were nervous cause nobody else was on the dance floor and eyes were on you two.

But when you started, you got really into it.

The movements and moment was just filled with so much passion.

Everybody was staring in amazement at this couple dancing like there’s no tomorrow

There a bunch of different comments floating around

“Wow that’s really hot!”

“Do you guys see that babe with the (h/c) hair?”

“Oh my gosh girls. Do you see that purple hair cutie!”

“They are so cute! And they are dancing with such passion!”

You nor Kokichi notice, you two were so focused in the moment that nothing else seemed to mater.

When the song ended. You noticed everbody was either cheering you guys or recording. Maybe even both.

After that the normal music was put back on

“That was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I think we also did great!”

Later in the night, Kokichi sneaked you out the back

“What are you up to kichi?”

“Can’t say... it’s a surprise!”

He covered your eyes and eventually you guys stopped

You could hear water.

He uncovered your a eyes and you were both in some type of park with a fountain in the middle .

“Why are we here?”

“I just wanted some alone time with you. I was getting tired of some girls trying to flirt with me while you were away, and some guys eye balling you. Your mine! I’m yours!

You giggled at his silliness

“You don’t have to tell me, I know I’m yours and I know your mine.”

He looked so cute pouty, then you got a sly idea.

“Kichi.”

“???”

He looked at you and then your grabbed his tie and smashed your lips against his

He was shocked at first but slowly got into it.

The kiss quickly turned into a make out session. Unfortunately you both needed to breath

“What’s with the sudden kiss?”

“I don’t know if you notice but we kinda had some people following us. So I thought why not show them, who you belong to and who I belong to.”

He was a little surprised, he looked around. But they were long gone.

You then you went down to his neck

“I might also just wanted to kiss you~”

You sucked on his neck

He let out a short gasp. His skin was actually very sensitive

left a huge very purple hickey. You also bite it before you pulled away

“If that little show didn’t show them. That definitely will!”

Kokichi has never seen this side of you. He can’t tell if your being just flirty or jealous

You leaned towards his ears. And bite it. then whispered

“I saw some of those girls flirting with you and getting all touchy. Your mine! I love you more than you can imagine.”

He loved this new side to you. So flirty, passionate, and cute jealousy.

“S/O I love you too. I love you more than my purple panta. I love you more than I love pulling pranks. I love you more than lying.”

That’s a lot of love

“Hey S/O promise you won’t Leave me.”

“I promise from the bottom of my heart, I never leave you, but that means you can’t leave me either.”

“I won’t”

“I love you kichi.”

“I love you too my queen/king.”

#anime #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #dance #tango #kokichi x reader #danganronpa

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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shut up and drive

fucking in grayson’s porsche. that’s it.

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warnings: quickly, badly stress-induced written smut

“I think I might get a Tesla.”

Grayson’s deep voice breaks the comfortable silence in the Porsche other than the noises of the highway you’re speeding on and the quiet tunes of Post Malone floating through the speakers. You jerk your head to look at him rather than out the window, confusion written all over your features. This is the last thing you expect (or want) to hear from him as the two of you drive to your friends’ engagement dinner.

“What? Why?”

He shrugs, giving your hand a squeeze where your fingers are interlaced on your lap as his eyes stay glued to the road responsibly. “E’s been in my ear about it ever since he got his. It’s better for the environment and everything.”

You hear what he says, but distantly; the way he looks right now is so distracting, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. His short-sleeve button down is a tailored fit to his torso but is too tight on his biceps, and exposes the veins in the forearm that controls the steering wheel loosely. His hair is starting to flop again, with the little waves barely brushing the top of his dark sunglasses. His Louis pants stretch taut across his lap enticingly, leaving nothing to the imagination and allowing your mind a clear picture of what lies beneath them. He’s beautiful all the time, but nothing beats looking over and seeing all that against the soft brown interior of the Porsche.

You don’t want to tell him what to do with his money, though, and if he wants to get a Tesla then that’s his prerogative. You tear your gaze away from him and look out the windshield instead, hoping you don’t sound passive aggressive with your answer. “Hm. Yeah, I guess, if that’s what you want.”

He glances over at you next to him. “What, you don’t like the idea?”

Well, since he’s asking. “I mean, Tesla’s are great, but… I don’t know. The Porsche is you.” A small smile breaks across your lips as you look down at your clasped hands, and start to tickle your manicured nails over the brisk hairs and sensitive skin covering his forearm; he loves when you do that. “And I like watching you drive. The self-driving car thing becomes a little bit of a one-trick pony after a while.”

Grayson smirks at that, his teeth pearly white and tooth jewel gleaming in the evening sun. He glances over his shoulder to change lanes, and your point is proven when your thighs clench involuntarily. He feels it against the back of his palm, and his grin widens. “Am I a multiple-trick pony, then?”

“I don’t think that’s a thing, but sure,” you giggle, wiggling your fingers in the crook of his elbow before allowing yourself to squeeze his bicep gently. Your hand doesn’t even make it halfway around the muscle, especially when he flexes it for you. That, combined with how he simultaneously revs the engine so the car speeds forward in the fast lane, makes your head spin momentarily in a weird rush of arousal. You never thought you had that much of a thing for cars, but maybe it’s just this car with this man. Actually, that’s definitely what it is.

You watch him intently as you remove your hand from his arm and take his hand again instead, surprising him by slipping it under the skirt of your dress so his calloused fingers brush the petal-soft skin of the inside of your thigh. He mumbles your name warningly, even as his hand starts stroking up and down when you part your legs for him, and you grin mischievously. You’re not too far from the restaurant in Beverly Hills now, so he knows you’re only teasing the both of you at this point.

That doesn’t stop him from letting his middle finger slip under the lavender lace crotch of your panties, eliciting a surprised moan from Grayson and a needy one from you when he lights upon the considerable wetness at your slit.

“Fuck, baby, already?” he asks incredulously, gathering the slick on his fingertip and swiping it up to your clit. You moan again in response, eyes closing as your head thumps back on the headrest when he circles the nub a couple of times. “You like seeing me in my car that much?”

“Yeah,” you whisper with a nod and a grin, eyes fluttering open to watch him wantonly as he takes his finger out of your panties and sucks it clean. You miss his touch immediately, but he just smooths your skirt back down from where it has pooled around your hips as he takes the exit. The beginning bulge in his pants has your mouth watering, and you start to reach out to brush over it, but he snatches your hand midair before it can find purchase.

He holds your fingers and kisses your knuckles as you approach a stoplight. “No time,” he says, making a right turn with his free hand. “Why am I just now finding out that my car turns you on so much, though?”

You drag a hand through your hair as the Porsche approaches the line at the valet of the restaurant. Grayson releases your hand and puts the car smoothly in park, shifting in his seat so he can undo his seatbelt and look at you over the top of his sunglasses. You can see the lingering lust in his eyes, and he just looks so good in that driver’s seat that you can’t resist making him sit back so you can snap a few pictures of him. The candid nature of them makes you squirm as a fresh rush of arousal wets your ruined panties.

“Guess I didn’t know what I have until it might be gone.”

***

Dinner is one of the most delicious and miserable meals you’ve ever had. Your friend Sadie and her new fiancee Michael chose a beautiful restaurant in the heart of Beverly Hills to celebrate their engagement. The menu was simple and refined and offered plenty of vegan dishes for you and Gray to choose from. Grayson even joined you in a rare glass of white wine, spurred on by the warm summer night and the joyful atmosphere at the large table you’re all sat at on the outside patio.

The whole time, though, you think of the moments in the car. How soon you could find an excuse to leave and get back to the car. What you would do once you are back in the car. It’s all too much, and you down an extra glass of wine with ease, especially when Grayson sits back in his chair with is arm slung around your shoulders and a hand on your knee once you’re both done with your food. His lips press gently to the buttery skin of your bare shoulder chastely a couple of times, then linger affectionately at your temple when he drags you closer to him. You're buzzing, and you can’t resist tipping your head back to meet his lips quickly. The brief touch sparks that flame in you again, and it’s a good thing he’s completely sober, because your filter for the occasion and your surroundings is impaired to say the least.

He pulls back with a knowing smile. The nearly-set sun makes the restaurant glow under the twinkle lights that have switched on all around the patio, and it illuminates the green and gold in his eyes. You feel warm and happy and in love and turned the fuck on. The only thing you can do to until it’s time to go is lean into him as you distract yourself in conversation with the person next to you. Sadie is getting louder and louder at the middle of the big table as her martinis come and go, so you know you’ll be able to leave soon. It’s your biggest driving thought so you don’t break down and drag Grayson to the bathroom, Porsche be damned.

Finally, you send up a prayer of thanks when Michael stands and drags up a thoroughly drunk Sadie with him. You hug your friends goodbye quickly, then take Gray’s hand as the two of you make haste to the entrance of the restaurant, ensuring you're the first ones at the valet stand.

While you’re waiting, the lobby is loud and boisterous, giving you the perfect cover to lean against Grayson’s side with your arms wrapped around his waist. His own muscular arm secures you to him with it tucked around your shoulders, and your heels make you the perfect height to tilt your head and whisper straight into his ear.

“Let’s go to that lookout we like close by. I’m not ready to go home.”

Half an hour later, after a car ride full of teasing him over his pants and only just slipping your hand into his underwear when you turned the corner to find the lookout empty, the two of you are making out heavily in the backseat. Grayson sits in the middle of the bench seat and you’re straddling him, your dress pushed up around your waist and Grayson’s shirt untucked from his pants. His big hands grip your ass firmly, dragging you along the hard ridge of him through his gaping fly as you work to push his open shirt off his broad shoulders.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” you breathe out once he’s shirtless and you're sitting back in his lap to admire his sculpted torso. He just stares up at you, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath, taking in your wild hair and flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. You smile, trailing your hand down the center of his pecs. “You look just as good back here as you do up front, baby.”

Grayson grins back, and reaches up to tug at the thick tie holding together the neck of your halter dress, sighing when it drops open and exposes your tits for him. He cups them at once, pushing them together and squeezing as he nuzzles happily in the supple flesh. You giggle, which turns into a light moan when his full lips wrap around a perky nipple, and you clutch him to your chest by the back of his hair.

Your hips start rocking again, and he suckles harder before releasing you with a wet little pop. “Love your tits,” he growls, fingers playing with your wet nipple as his mouth encapsulates the other.

His mouth and fingers feel amazing, but he’s rock hard beneath you and your pussy is positively soaking. You need him to fuck you in this car before you combust from want rather than action.

You tug hard on his hair. “Gray, please. I need you now.”

He sits back, and you instantly take advantage of the space between you to fish his dick out of his boxer briefs, whimpering when your fist closes around his hot, hard flesh. You spit into your palm and start stroking him, then when that’s not enough you dip your hand into your panties and coat it in the seeping wetness coming from your center.

“Ok…fuck!” he gasps, groaning with his head thrown back when he sees you lubricating him in your small hand with your own juices. He lets himself indulge in the sensations you're bringing about before he reluctantly closes his fist around yours to stop you. He hooks his other hand around the back of your neck and drags you down for a wet, sloppy kiss. You both pull away after a few moments, gasping desperately for breath.

“Turn around, lean over the console.”

You don’t need telling twice, and your pussy throbs when you realize this is it. You shift off his lap to the seat next to him as he lifts his hips enough to push his pants and briefs down to his ankles before climbing back to the middle. Your feet touch the floor, and you plant one hand on the bottom of either seat in the front.

Grayson pushes your skirt all the way up and tugs your thong aside, holding it against the fleshy skin of your ass so he can dive in to lick a firm, thick stripe up the slit of your pussy all the way to your asshole. You cry out sharply, the softness of his tongue a far cry from the blunt head of his dick that you were expecting, but it’s welcomed for the moment nonetheless. He dips it into your hole, eating you up and swallowing you down as your pussy leaks into his mouth. You can hear the strings of your arousal clinging to his lips when he moves further down to suckle on your clit for a few seconds, before he’s pulling back and slapping your ass sharply.

“God, that tastes fucking good,” he grunts. You moan in reply, and he unzips the back of your dress before pushing and wiggling the fabric down your body until you can kick it off to the side once it’s pooled at your feet. He shifts a little awkwardly behind you until your eyes catch his in the rear view mirror, and you can see him position one knee onto the back seat while his other foot plants firmly beside one of yours. His hand swipes up the wet mess of your pussy and gives himself a couple of slow strokes. “Ready, baby?”

You nod frantically, eyes glued to his in the reflection of the mirror as he sinks the tip into you. You can already tell this will take no time at all on your end, your walls already fluttering madly as he pushes incrementally into you. The view of the brown leather and the gear shift and the fancy little dashboard and Grayson makes you heady, ready to have him give you the best dicking down of your life, in this Porsche.

Grayson groans loudly once he’s fully seated inside, and he pulls back at once to start thrusting. He builds it up, starting slow but quickly getting harder, faster, his balls slapping against your clit repeatedly. His hand slides up your back and hooks over your shoulder for leverage, the other holding your underwear out of the way so tight you can vaguely hear the threads ripping rapidly.

Despite the state of arousal you're in, how good his dick feels pushing the copious amount of wetness out of you with every thrust, you need more. You need the sharpness of his hand spanking you, the dull ache of his finger deep in your ass, the light but suspenseful pressure of his hand around your throat…anything to get you over the edge.

“Fuck me harder, baby, harder please!” is all you manage to say. Your whines are high-pitched and desperate and loud, filling the car with the sounds of his grunts and whispered curses.

You couldn’t articulate what you want, but Grayson knows you like the back of his hand by now, and he knows what you really mean. He moans and you squeal at the sharp pain of the lace at your hip digging into your skin until it finally gives way to his strength. He tosses the ruined scrap of fabric to the side blindly and brings his palm to smack against your ass, enthralled at the bright pink handprint left on your skin, before grasping a handful of your hair in his fist. The pleasurable pain as he tugs hard enough to pull at your scalp and arch your back so the angle becomes that much better is exactly what you need, and he continues to pound you as he speaks.

“Dirty girl,” he murmurs into your ear, and the ease with which he speaks makes your eyes roll back almost as much as the sensation of his breath tickling your ear, or his dick pumping at that perfectly steady pace. How does he have you reduced to a fucking puddle of pleasure in the middle of his sexy car, while he talks like he’s barely breaking a sweat? “Wanting me to fuck you in my nice car. You like it, baby? Like how I fuck you in my fucking Porsche?”

You can’t answer him because your jaw just gapes open as your orgasm builds so suddenly, so intensely, that you can’t even make a sound when you finally cum hard on his dick. You're silent with the first couple of clenches around him, your legs shaking and collapsing and trapping his throbbing length inside of you, until you’re literally brought to your knees with shrill cries and moans of bliss.

“Oh my god, baby, fuck,” you groan out gutturally, your chest collapsing over the console as you gasp for air. Grayson moans and releases your hair, moving to grip your hips with both hands as he starts pumping into you again, using you for his own orgasm.

“Gray, cum for me, please!” you whimper, moaning as you listen to his gasps and grunts get louder and more desperate until finally he’s pulling out with a sharp groan and shooting up along your sweaty back.

You sigh happily and encourage him with heated whispers, and when you hear him let out that final, tired ‘fuck’, you smile and reach back to swipe your fingers through the mess on your spine. You suck the white liquid from your fingers lasciviously, and feel his own hand collect what you missed before offering it to you as well.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, plopping back in the middle seat and pulling you with him by the waist for a cuddle. “That was…awesome. Best car sex we’ve ever had.”

You grin tiredly and snuggle up to his side, planting a kiss to his sweaty chest. “Yeah. Don’t get a Tesla.”

#wrote this bc im still unemployed and have nothing better to do #idk its been a weird couple of days #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fic #dolan twins fanfic

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spadejin · 4 years

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could i request sfw and nsfw headcanons for dabi and hawks with a non-binary s/o?

Warnings: NSFW Under the Cut, 18+. Mentions of Public Sex. Mentions of BDSM. Slight Dirty Talk. Mentions of Exhibitionism. Mentions of Praise Kink. Oral Mentions (Giving/Receiving).

A/N: You sure can, anon! Sorry for the late submission, it’s been kinda hectic on my side lately, I hope this makes up for it, <3!

Dabi

SFW

He’s not used to being affectionate through words, so he always uses his actions to show his love for you.

Dabi isn’t really romantic, either. Don’t expect much from him unless it’s a REALLY special occasion. He doesn’t really expect you to do much as his S/O either, he’s pretty low maintenance.

He calls you a lot of pet names: Baby, Babe, Cutie, Sweet Cheeks, Sweetheart, Toots, Peaches, Angel etc.

Actually, I doubt there’s a time that he ever calls you by your name unless it’s serious.

His quirk makes him hot all of the time, so he’s basically a personal heater for you, especially when you’re outside in the winter. He’ll roll his eyes and call you clingy, but he won’t really stop you.

Dabi’s favorite place for you to sit is in his lap, no matter where you both are. In public (the rare times you both are out), around the league, or alone, he wants you in his lap with his arms around your waist.

Because of his affiliation, he tries not to be out in public too much, and that’s something you’re going to have to understand. More than likely, you’ll be aware of his position in the league, so you both usually settle for at home dates.

If you both do end up going out in public, then it’s at night.

His kisses are a bit rough, and usually unexpected. Sometimes he catches you off guard and he just yanks you back by your arm and slams his lips onto yours. You almost always get a smack delivered to your ass when he’s finished.

Dabi’s a tease. In the streets, and in the sheets, there’s no getting around that.

He’ll always say something to get you flustered, and he almost never has any shame about it.

The league is around? Who cares, he’s still getting you all worked up.

Dabi will randomly come down the hallway and corner you, getting really close to your ear to whisper something completely underwhelming for his actions.

“You’re lookin’ pretty sweet there, peaches.”

Walks away like nothing happened, but he can’t hide the smirk on his face whenever you flush at his actions.

Dabi rarely “argues,” just for the simple fact that he really doesn’t give a fuck. If you want to address him about something, then do it calmly. Otherwise, he’ll just stop listening.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a temper though. If you push his buttons enough, he’ll probably raise his voice at you a little bit if he’s stressed out.

Arguing with Dabi isn’t fun. He’s so blunt that it hurts. To add more salt in the wound, he’ll just leave after you both have said your pieces, giving you both time to reflect upon what you said. Sometimes he’ll stay gone only for a few hours. If it’s REALLY bad, he’ll stay gone for about a week or two.

However, arguments ALWAYS lead up to a “fun night.”

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Remember how I said Dabi was a tease? Yeah.

He’ll tease the hell out of you before you both even get in the bed. When you’re around Dabi, you have absolutely no choice but to get horny.

If his aura doesn’t get you going, then he will.

He’ll use his fingers to caress your body “innocently,” even though you both know that’s not his intention.

When you’re sitting on his lap, there’s a 90% chance that he’s going to start kissing you neck, and this man isn’t an amateur. Dabi knows exactly where to put his lips to make you feel good.

You’d better get up and bring him someplace private if he doesn’t pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, because he WILL start touching you in front of everyone else.

He loves leaving marks and hickeys up and down your body. You belong to him, and he wants whoever that sees these marks to know that. He refuses to let you cover them up if it isn’t necessary.

He prefers receiving oral other than giving.

Go down on him and expect your hair to be pulled at and tugged whenever you do something to please him. Don’t be surprised if he starts to thrust into your mouth, making you gag on his cock.

As stated before, he knows how to put his mouth to good use. Though he isn’t a frequent giver of oral, you’ll remember that his mouth is heavenly when he uses it on the area in between your legs.

Dabi’s pace depends on his mood, honestly.

He’s usually rough and fast when he’s impatient. If he’s feeling lazy, he’ll let you take control, but don’t get too cocky, because he doesn’t take well to teasing.

He’ll indulge you if you like dirty talking. His mouth has no filter, and the words that formulate on his tongue are sinful!

He’ll be on board with almost any kinks you have.

Degradation? You got it. Restraints? Definitely. Orgasm Denial? Fuck yeah. Overstimulation? Yep. Public Sex? Good luck getting him off you.

Dick piercings. The most prominent one he has is a Jacob’s ladder.

He wakes up horny in the middle of the night often, so be prepared to deal with that.

His favorite place to cum is probably in your mouth or on your back.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

SFW

In contrast to Dabi, Hawks is pretty romantic, ngl.

Though he might be busy with hero work a lot, he always makes time for you. He’ll go out of his way to see you during his off times.

He basically knows your schedule.

You’re on a lunch break? Nine times out of ten he’ll drop by and pick you up to take you out to your favorite café or restaurant.

Sometimes in the morning he’ll bring you coffee or tea if that’s what you like. Maybe one of your favorite snacks.

He’s known for meeting you after work just to make sure you get home safely.

Sends you frequent texts to check up on you. He’ll remind you to eat, take meds, drink plenty of water, and all that jazz.

He’s also a frequent pet name user. Some are general, some are kind of biased. Babe, Love, Darling, Honey, Sweets; Baby bird, Songbird (Yagami Yato, anyone?), My Little Feather, Chickadee, Hatchling, etc.

I can see him calling you “Kid” pretty often if you’re younger than he is.

Hope you’re not afraid of heights, because he likes flying around with you in his arms. However, if you are scared of heights, then he’ll leave you on ground. He wouldn’t want you to have a heart attack.

Hawks is pretty clingy. He loves being around you. He’ll pull you in his lap, lay his head on your lap, sling an arm around your waist/shoulder, etc. He has no idea what personal space is.

He’s also always kissing you. Expect about a thousand kisses a day from him. He’ll kiss your cheeks, your jaw, your forehead, your nose… Everywhere!

Whenever you both are walking together, he’s always holding your hand, tugging you behind him or letting you drag him around.

He pays you a lot of causal compliments.

“Babe, you’re dressed up all nice. Are you trying to impress me or something, kid?”

He’s always thinking about you, and he lets you know that.

He has a fairly good memory when it comes to you. If you tell him something once, he’ll more than likely remember it for next time. This comes in handy whenever he gives you gifts.

If you both are on a date together and you mention that you like something in a store, it’ll probably appear on your nightstand within a few hours/days.

Not many things ruffle his feathers (literally), so he probably won’t get into a serious argument with you. He’ll probably just call you silly for being upset. Honestly, there’s probably not much you can get mad at him for anyways. I can only think of him being way too playful.

Hawks may be calm and laid back, but you’re probably one of the few people that can make him excited. His wings probably flutter when he’s excited too. Big baby.

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Hawks is a switch. A HARD switch.

Sometimes he’ll want to dominate the hell out of you and trap you under him while you squirm with anticipation. His expression is either very serious, or hella playful.

If he’s feeling playful, he’ll tease you.

“What’s that look on your face baby bird? You’re squirming around like you want more.”

If he’s being serious, good luck dealing with him. He’s only ever serious when he gets jealous, which is NOT often.

“You’ve been a naughty one today, babe. I’ll show you who you belong to.”

His voice doesn’t help his dirty talk. His tone is just naturally teasing and smooth, so when he starts talking like THAT, you can’t help but to get all excited.

Though he’s a bratty bottom, he usually turns out to be a whiny submissive. He’ll act like whatever you do doesn’t faze him in the beginning, but he’ll eventually break and start begging.

His wings are sensitive. If you caress them out of nowhere, he immediately melts and moans, submitting easily to your touch. He’ll flinch, trembling under your fingers and his wings will flutter away whenever you stroke them.

Hawks also has a huge praise kink, giving and receiving Tell him how good he looks pleasing you, or while you’re pleasing him, tell him how good he sounds and that the facial expressions he makes turn you on.

He prefers giving oral as opposed to receiving it, but he’ll never turn down some good head.

He likes hearing the sounds you make for him as he’s using his mouth and tongue on you.

Hawks is also a big fan of quickies. Sometimes he needs some quick satisfaction in the middle of a busy day, so if he gets his hands on you, you might as well just let it happen or you’ll be in for it that night.

He likes to release inside of you. Inside of your hole, or inside of your mouth, it’s just whatever he feels like doing at that moment.

When Hawks is feeling particularly loving, he’ll be slow and caring. He’s very sensual, and it’s been a long time since he’s done something sexual with someone he actually loves. He pulls you close and looks into your eyes as he slides his cock in and out of you.

He probably has a thing for dry humping/grinding. He likes the feeling of cumming in his pants because of you.

He’s really good at phone sex, so you should be cautious whenever you answer calls from him. He’ll just come out of nowhere with it, and get you all desperate to see him later.

In addition to this, he likes sexting too, and he will usually start off with sending you a picture of himself. Perhaps it’ll be a picture of him fully clothed with his bulge clearly visible, straining against his pants. OR he’ll send you a straight up nude, cock dripping precum and everything.

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Stevie

Authors note- listen... I'm sorry for this but at the same time I'm not. Anyway this was inspired by an arc from the anime gintama.

the female captain america graphic does not belong to me.

Do not repost or steal my works. Reblogs are welcome

Summary- Steve has been on a space mission for a week. When he gets back he's a completely different person.

Pairings- Steve Rogers x reader, Stevie x reader

Warning- smut, sex toys, bi curious reader, gender bender(Tony nat and steve get turned into the opposite sex)

Word count- 3.3k

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You had been monitoring Steve’s mission status for the past week. You were both used to the other being gone on missions. But a mission in space was something else. Steve, Tony and Nat were helping Carol out with a situation in space. Since the guardians were mia. In another galaxy. It was still hard to wrap your head around. Last you heard going to Mars was considered a huge accomplishment now people are travelling to another solar systems.

It was hard not to worry. So many things could go wrong. They could be sucked into a black hole or encounter a hostile species. You were one of the few Avengers who had never been to space. As you were blipped after the snap.

You had heard about it from Steve. He had a far away melancholic look in his eyes whenever he talked about it. You understood how hard those five years must’ve been for him. You weren’t sure if you could even last 5 weeks without him.

As much as you would’ve liked to go explore space you had decided someone had to stay home.

You were going about your night drinking some coffee to help with your fatigue in front of the monitor waiting for updates from Steve’s team. You had not left the room, you pretty much lived there. They were supposed to be home two days ago. With no updates from either of them you were at the end of your rope.

You were jolted awake when you felt your chair along with the whole room vibrating. You didn’t even realise you had fallen asleep. You rushed outside hoping that the team had made it back.

You looked at Carol approaching you from the ship landed on the compound lawn.

“Hey there”, she greeted giving you a nervous smile.

“Is something wrong?”, you asked looking at the ship hoping to see Steve come out of it.

“Well yes and no. Something happened. I’m going to need you to stay calm.”

“I’m always calm”, impatient you walked towards the ship.

You stopped in your tracks when you see three more people come out of it. Two women and a man. Confused you looked back at Carol who just smiled and shrugged.

“This must be weird for you”, you heard the man say, his hoarse deep voice say.

You looked back at the three of them and wished to pinch yourself or slap yourself, anything to wake up from this dream. You looked the three of them up and down. It wasn’t too obvious but they looked a lot like Steve Tony and Nat.

The redhead man had broad shoulders, a square jaw and a Bob haircut. He was shorter than the blond woman standing beside him.

You stopped breathing for a minute when you looked at her. She was tall, taller than any woman you’d ever seen probably taller than most men. She had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Her short blond hair was slicked back. If you didn’t know better you would be scared by her sharp features but you couldn’t help look away from her piercing blue eyes. That’s when you realized.

“Steve?”, you breathed out after what felt like forever.

“No no, she’s Stevie now”, you whipped your heard to look at the short brunette woman standing behind the redhead. Her hair was short with flicks of grey. She had wrinkles around her eyes and mouth.

“Yeah and she’s Toni now. As in Toni with an i.”, she redhead said.

“What is going on here?!”, you yelled and looked at Carol for an explanation.

“Well we were on the mission everything was going quite well. But then somebody decided to make some sexist jokes.”, she gave Toni and the red head a icy stare. “So they changed these idiots into the opposite sex. To teach them a lesson. They will go back to their old selves soon enough.”

“Ok it was just a joke! How was I supposed to know they would be so sensitive”, Toni whined.

“Wait who are ‘they’?”, you asked her

“Aliens”, she answered and walked back to the spaceship “alright I have to leave good luck”

“Oh no you don’t. How are we supposed to fix this?” Toni chased behind her asking and then begging her to stay.

You looked at the red head who would most probably be Nat and then at Stevie. Not really knowing what to say your gaze went down Stevie’s body. Your eyes widened when you looked at the curve of her breasts. You couldn’t see them properly under her tshirt but you could tell that they were big. It was no surprise, Steve did always have big assets.

“Uh... can we go inside?”, Stevie asked awkwardly rubbing her forearm with her hand.

You hadn’t uttered a single word still speechless and in shock. Was this real life? You had solved so many problems, seen so many things over the years but never in your life did you think you would be here. Looking at your boyfriend or girlfriend, you couldn’t deal with the feelings emerging inside you or how much you wanted to touch her to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

You could only see her arms and face as she was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. She had a soft sheen of blond hair on her arms, not nearly as coarse as Steve’s arm hair used to be. Her arms were still muscular and definied but much more slimmer. And she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Not that you were complaining.

She was looking down at her thighs closing them and then opening them again, probably not sure how to sit. She looked up at you and smiled.

“How are you feeling?”, you asked her.

“Strange”, she said running her hand through her short hair. “Are you okay?”

“Well...”, you started not knowing how to finish. Would she be mad if she knew what was going on in your head? She was confused and in distress this is neither the time nor the place to have unsavory thoughts.

Nat came into the common room and plopped down beside Stevie. “I just used the bathroom. It was quite interesting.”, she said nodding to herself and staring off into space. She looked like she was contemplating her entire life.

You looked at Toni grumbling and making herself a drink. “She left. Said we’ll be back to normal by tomorrow”, she sat down on the sofa in front of you sipping her drink. She looked down at her breast before squeezing one.

“Toni!”, Stevie chastised him and looked away. You laughed at both of them, Nat and Toni joined you as laughter filled the hall.

“Imagine if Stark was born a woman”, Nat wondered.

“They definitely wouldn’t call you a playboy. They'd call you much worse names.”, you said before going back to admiring Stevie in all her glory while you had time.

“I’m going to head out. Good night kids. Pray to your gods that we go back to our old selves tomorrow”, Toni said putting her empty glass on the coffee table before leaving.

Nat yawned and stretched her back. “I’m going to bed as well. Long mission. Good night”

“So, what do you wanna do?”, you tentatively asked Stevie. You were suddenly nervous around her, the way someone would be around a new crush. You went back and forth between looking at her eyes, breasts and your lap.

“Let’s just go to bed. But... uh.. I could just sleep in the guest room if you like.” She scratched her neck blushing just like your Steve would. You smiled at her. There was no need to be nervous. This was the same Steve you knew and loved.

“No. We can sleep together. I’ve missed you”, you take her hand in yours. It felt the same but a bit different. Maybe because her hands were much smaller than Steve’s.

“I’m not me though”, she mused looking at your fingers linked together.

“I don’t mind. In fact I like it”, maybe you were being too bold but this might be the only chance you ever get.

“Oh?”, she looked at you her pink plump lips pouting. They looked even more kissable right now. Her nose was slimmer but still a bit crooked. The cute confused expression on her face reminded you so much of your Steve. Which was bizarre because she was still your Steve.

You couldn’t help it anymore, you leaned in putting your hand on the armrest for support and joined both your lips. She was stiff at first but then relaxed. You licked her lips and she opened her mouth kissing you deeply. She had missed your lips and your touch for the past week.

You broke apart after a few minutes. You looked into her eyes trying to catch your breathe. You decided to sit on her lap like you usually do. She put her hand around you as you nuzzled into her neck breathing her in. She smelled different, more feminine, but you could still smell hints of Steve’s soap and cologne.

“Are you sure about this?”, she asked intensely looking into your eyes.

You cradled her face in your hands. “I am as long as you’re comfortable. I’ve always wanted to do that. Be with a woman. Just never got the chance.”

“I... uh.. wouldn’t know what to do to”, she murmured looking away.

Steve, bless his heart, would never go anywhere near porn. He always found it too gratuitous. Never mind that the few sex tapes the two of you did make were plenty gratuitous.

No matter how much he liked to act like a boy Scout you knew all his kinks and perversions. But you had seen and read your fair share of erotica and you knew what you liked. You could make it work.

“You’ve always wanted to be with a woman?”, he asked and you nodded “you never told me that”

“I don’t know. I like women but don’t even feel like thinking about anyone else when I have you. Man or woman”, you shrugged. She blushed at that giving you a wide grin.

“Well... maybe Carol..”, you trailed off. You had developed a slight crush on her since the moment you met her. She was so fierce and strong. She didn’t take shit from anyone. You smiled at how she just left everyone here and went on her next mission to save the universe.

She was someone admirable. Or maybe it was just because she was a lot like Steve. Captain and everything.

Stevie hummed at that. She had seen you looking at Carol in adoration, her suspicions were just confirmed. She didn’t feel bad or jealous. She knew you were hers.

***

You had made yourself at home between Stevies leg while she laid her head on your pillow. She was apprehensive about letting you go down on her or see her. But you were adamant about giving her the experience of a female orgasm.

Maybe you had your selfish reasons as well. You couldn’t stop looking at her pretty pink pussy. It might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You were tempted to whip out your phone and click a few pictures.

There were little dirty blond hair sprinkled around it. You wondered if you liked it because it was objectively pretty or because it was attached to the love of your life.

You smiled to yourself when you noticed it was glowing. She was probably getting impatient. She had been on a tasking mission, she deserves some relief. You were a bit anxious even if you knew what you had to do, you had never done it before. Your core tingled when you remembered the first time Steve ate you out. How you had to direct him and tell him exactly what to do. He was pretty much a pro at it now.

You licked a shy stripe up her lips. You gained a little bit of confidence when you felt her gasp and shiver. You licked a few more stripes before sucking on her clit. She seemed to like it when you did it faster so you increased your pace.

You pushed your tongue inside of her while licking her up. You decide to try incorporating your fingers as well. Pushing one and then two inside of her before thrusting them in and out with purpose.

She grunted and pushed your head back towards her core. “Shit”, she screamed as you began lapping her up again.

Steve never had any qualms about cursing during love making. It gave you great pleasure knowing you’re the only one that ever gets to see this wild feral side of him. Or her.

“Oh god”, she clutched your hair fisting them in her hand before coming all over your mouth. You lapped up everything you could.

You climbed up on your bed and looked down into her eyes. “How was that?”, you asked stroking her cheek.

“Pretty good”, she smiled up at you her blue eyes twinkling.

You raised your brows at her frowning. “Just pretty good?”

“It was perfect. But nothing different, I think”, she replied bringing your hand to her lips giving it a kiss. “Now it’s your turn”, she smirked.

“No”, you said firmly and got off the bed disappearing into your closet.

“No?”, she asked before sitting up trying to see what you were up to.

You return to your bed tying your favorite strap on to your hips and coating it with a generous amount of lube. You smirked when you looked at her staring at it. “What do you think?”

You already knew the answer to that question. You had used the very same toy on Steve’s ass more times than you could count. As much as you loved being dominated by him you also liked pleasing him, having him completely at your mercy.

She visibly gulped down. “How do you want to do it?”

“I’d like to look at your face.” You said holding her face in your hands stroking her cheeks. You push her down on the bed. Kneeling between her legs. You groped and stroked her body. It was unsurprisingly as soft as you imagined it would be. You held her breasts in your hands for a minute squeezing them and stroking her nipples. “they’re so soft”, you wondered out loud.

“Now you know why I like yours so much”, she said chuckling

You squeezed her pink hard nipple between your fingers before taking it in your mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

“Fuck... doll I need you”, she whined grabbing your dildo lining it up to her pussy.

You released her nipple with a pop swatting her hands away. “Be patient”, you scolded. She pouted at you but kept her hands to herself.

After sucking on her breasts for a while you lined your dildo upto her pussy. You snaked a hand under her hips to pull her up towards you, just like Steve used to do with you. You needed to be as close to her as possible.

You have her an open mouthed kiss slowly pushing into her. She moaned into your mouth. You fucked her nicely and slowly. Holding her in your hands as if she was the most precious thing to you, which she truly was.

You increased your pace when you felt her moaning and grunting loudly, knowing she was probably very close. You looked down at her face scrunched up in pleasure as she came around your cock.

You had never been able to look at Steve’s face when he came, either you were too fucked out from your own orgasms or were focusing on making him last longer.

Now looking down at her, doing something that was only pleasure able for her felt incredibly intimate. It felt better than any orgasm could’ve.

You pulled out of her, taking the strap on off before cuddling with her.

“That was something else”, she mumbled feeling high from her intense orgasm.

***

Later that night you had some how convinced Stevie to let you put make up on her. She didn’t agree at first but with some pouting she was basically putty in your hands.

You lips were set in a firm straight line in concentration as you tried not to mess up her eyeliner. Her hair was incredibly short so there wasn’t much you could do with it. You wondered if she would let you take some pictures.

“So what exactly happened? Why did they turn you into women... and man”, you asked still not sure how they were able to do it.

“It was something Tony said about never understanding women and then Natasha argued with all men are the same or something along those lines”, he said a frown on his face as if he was trying hard to remember it “I was caught in the middle of it trying to get them to stop fighting” You decided to let it go for now. Maybe she’d tell you the whole story some other day.

“One good thing about this is now you can take my name”, you smiled as you imagined Steve with your last name.

“I always thought you’d take mine. I like the thought of you as Mrs Rogers”

“Oh and why would I do that? I was one of the most renowned sheild agent and I am the best avenger”,you said puffing your chest out proudly.

“You might have some competition with that”, she teased smirking at you to which you stuck out your tongue putting some final touches on her face. “I guess our kids could just hyphenate”

You gasped at that, “kids? If you think I’m having more than one child then you’ve lost your mind. You know what it’s like to have a vagina now. Imagine pushing a child the size of a watermelon out of it”, you huffed but looking at her pretty face all your anger melted away.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. You know if I could go through it instead of you I would”, she said stroking your thighs and you knew she was sincere.

Steve would never let anything bad happen to you. Not if he could help it. After he got you back he had vowed to you that he would always protect you.

You looked at her sad face hunched down staring at the ground. She looked as if she was in another world. “Stevie what’s wrong?”

“It’s just what if the kid inherits all my illness. Or the super serum. That could be a danger to you”

You knelt down between her legs so you could look into her eyes. “Hey it’s okay”, you said softly “we don’t have to have kids. And we can always adopt. That gives us much more time”

“Are you sure?”, she asked shyly playing with a strand of your hair.

“Absolutely positive”, you beamed up at her.

***

The next morning you woke up earlier than usual. Stretching your back muscles you smiled looking at the sun shining through the window. It was a beautiful day. Perfect for a picnic. You looked to your side smiling at Steve sleeping peacefully. Wait a minute.

“Steve”, you shook him harshly.

“What?”, he rose his voice heavy and hoarse. He looked down at his body touching his pecs and abs before looking back at you. “I’m back”

“Yeah you’re back”

You both went down to the common room to find if Toni and Nat had went back to their normal selves. They were already waiting for both of you.

“Oh Rogers is back too!”, Tony said eagerly.

“Did you two have fun last night?”, Nat smirked suggestively at the two of you.

“I see neither of you learned your lesson then”, Steve shook his head at them before looking at you, catching you staring at him. “What do you miss Stevie?”

You shook your head at him. Lightly slapping his chest. “I like what’s in here. Doesn’t matter how you look”

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #424

“got no superspeed, but i’m running this town”

What is the first line in the song you are currently listening to/last listened to? "I’m running out of time; I hope that I can save you somehow.” Are you an easy lay? Not in the slightest. What was the last reason you cried? Life and how inexplicably I'm failing at it. What’s hurting you right now? More like what isn't. Do you remember important dates? Only some. I'm awful with numbers. Do you own anything with the Playboy Bunny on it? No. Do you own a bean bag chair? No. Have you ever played Gamecube? At a friend's house. Have you ever played with toy cars before? Yeah, with my nephew. He LOVES monster trucks. Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Oh, definitely. I loved picking them up as a kid. What is your favorite kind of salad? Just plain 'ole iceberg lettuce with ranch, really. Are you any good at Ping-Pong? Holy hell no, I SUCK. What was/is your high school mascot? A firebird. Can you make cute little animals by folding paper? God no, I'm awful at origami. Like, I have zero concept of how to do it. What kind of music do you like? Various types of metal and rock. Do you like apple juice? Yeah. Do you like to draw? It's funny, like I do love it, but I barely ever do it because I get frustrated when I can't get what's in my head onto paper. What do you put on your french fries? Generally ketchup. How many people can comfortably sleep in your bed? Two. Do you want to have a big family in the future? I don't want kids, just pets. Probably a lot of pets. Is Vegas one of your must-see places? No. Pet rat: yay or nay? I've had multiple pet rats and I adore them. I've come to find I'm not the best at keeping rodents because changing the bedding so much sucks ass, but nevertheless they are fantastic pets for people who don't mind the maintenance. Would you call yourself a writer? Written any stories lately? Yes. I haven't written in a while, though. I just have absolutely zero motivation to RP. Are you good at reading people's body language? I probably overanalyze it, really. Ever threatened somebody and actually went through with it? I don’t threaten people. Does holding newborn babies scare you? Extremely. I feel like they're made of thin glass. Piercings: yay or nay? I LOVE piercings. They add an interesting touch to your appearance and to me just (usually) look super cool. There are very few piercings I don't like. Do you have a collage of pictures in your bedroom? No, but I want to make a motivation board very badly. Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? Ghost Rider. Were video games better in the 1980s, 1990s, or the 2000s? Why? '80s games bore me honestly, but I love some '90s and many 2000s games. I've got to say ultimately newer games win, because of graphics increasing immersion (no, I do not whatsoever believe graphics are everything or always make a better experience), voice acting improving immensely, etc. Have you ever watched The Beverly Hillbillies? Yes! Mom loves it so I used to watch it a lot with her as a kid. I'd still watch it. Did your mother ever sing lullabies to you when you were younger? Yes. Are you ready to get out of this town? I HATE THIS TOOOWN, IT'S SO WASHED UUU-UP, AND ALL MY FRIENDS DON'T GIVE A FUUU-UUUUUCK god hell yes get me the fuck out. Do you know anybody that is pregnant right now? Quite a few. What are you listening to? "Superluv” by Shane Dawson. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? No. Does your father have any facial hair? Yes. Did your grandparents teach you anything? My maternal grandmother, the only one I really ever knew, taught me I'm a disappointment, pretty much. And a bitch. Do you want/have a Bachelor’s degree? It'd be nice to have one, but I don't, and I'm not pursuing it again. I've wasted enough of my parents' money. Are you into superheroes? Who’s your favourite? Not seriously, but I enjoy them well enough. I like Spider-Man. What did you have for dinner last night? Mom ordered Mexican. I had two shrimp and cheese quesadillas and rice with cheese. Do you think you look similar to your siblings? No. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? Yeah, it's fun. Do you know your best friend’s middle name? Yes. Are you close to your father? I am. Have you ever had a serious conversation with your dad? Yeah. Would you rather have long or short hair? I enjoy having short hair way more. Who did you go/plan on going with to prom? I went with Jason twice. Have you ever been to a debate and speech tournament? Hell no, and I never would. Arguing makes me cry lmao. Are you someone who enjoys stand-up comedy? Yep. What’s one thing that scares you about living alone and being independent? A lot of things do, but one thing in specific that I fear is that I let the house become cluttered and messy. I'm so shit at cleaning, especially when I'm depressed. It's why my own bedroom isn't even fully decorated, and we've lived here since I wanna say last November. If someone offered you an all-expenses paid trip to one European country, where would you go and why? Germany, 'cuz I enjoy the culture and would love to try some foods and visit places. Have you ever won anything on the lottery? No. Are you interested in the World Cup? I couldn't possibly care less. What’s the longest time you’ve ever been on a plane for? Idk. Do you let your hair dry naturally or do you towel-dry it or blow dry it? I use a towel to dry it some, then let it really get the job done naturally. How many of the Harry Potter books have you read? None. Who last gave you their number? When I posted on Facebook about going on a mental health hiatus, my good friend Alon messaged me her number if I ever needed to talk. I was really thankful. Are you often the last one to understand a joke? Honestly yeah. I'm slow to grasp a lot of things. Your first black eye: Did you give it or get it? Never gotten or given one. Have you ever slept in a tent, indoors or out? Yes to both. Are you mad right now? I'm annoyed, but not mad. Are you allergic to nuts or dairy products? No. Has anyone ever called the cops on you? No. Do you ever actually drink milk alone? Yeah, I love milk. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex? It is EXTREMELY sensitive. What was the last situation to upset you? I'd rather not talk about it. Have you ever had an online argument? I have been heavily active on the Internet since I was like, 11. Maybe younger. I have been in plenty. Are you at risk for any medical issues? A lot of heart problems run in my family. I'm also suspicious I may develop diabetes, which also runs very heavily in my family. What were you doing at 7:00 a.m.? Surprisingly, I was asleep. Do you own a robe? No. What would you consider your life to be? A wreck. What is your favorite mark of punctuation? I like question marks. Who knows your biggest secret? Nobody. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Probably not. How do you know? I just doubt it. I'm so unlikable right now. Could you go a day without eating? I don't think I could. I do not react to stomach pain well, and that includes when I'm hungry. How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? None. What’s your favorite drink? Strawberry Sunkist, but I don't allow myself to have it. I will DESTROY a can or five of it. Who was the last person that texted you? My mom. What are you craving? Nothing really right now. What was the first thing you ate today? An everything bagel. What was the last type of meat you ate? Pork. Have you taken any medication today? Yeah, I take some prescription meds in the morning and at night. Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but that'd be cool. Do you know anyone who has diabetes? My mom, for one. Have you ever made a boy cry? Sadly. Who are you talking to? Nobody. Do you think you’ve ruined your chances with someone? Absolutely. Your parents split; would you want to live with your mom or dad? My parents are divorced, and I stayed with Mom. Would you strongly prefer to go out with someone of your own skin color/racial background? I couldn't care less. For you personally, is abortion an option in case of an accidental pregnancy? For others, absolutely. It's your right. For me myself, it's possible, idk. If I was God forbid raped, I probably would have an abortion. If I accidentally got pregnant in a healthy relationship, I'd probably have a "too bad, so sad" outlook where I'd suck it up and go through with the gestation because having sex and risking pregnancy was my own decision. Even if I'm pro-choice, I think I'd feel too guilty aborting, especially with the child being someone's I love. Is it a requirement that you communicate every day with your significant other (via phone, text, in person, whatever)? IF I had an s/o, no. I like to, but sometimes you just want space. Are you fetish-friendly? I'm not gonna lie, some fetishes are just too fucking weird for me. I TRY not to judge, because I doubt you can actually help fetishes, but I inevitably do sometimes. If you're asking would I engage in fetishes because my s/o liked them, possibly, but it would really depend on what it is. Have you ever cosplayed? No. I think cosplay is really cool, though. Do you support the exploration of outer space? If yes, would you consider taking a trip into space, or even to another planet? As creatures who crave knowledge and understanding of our universe, I do support space exploration, but I do NOT believe we should be spending as much money as we do on it. Taking care of the planet we're actually on is far more important imo. I wouldn't personally go to outer space. Is it okay for men to wear makeup? What’s your opinion of male crossdressers? It's totally okay! Guys with makeup can be super attractive. Crossdressers, too. Go for it. You’re in a new relationship and your partner admits that they have had 14 sexual partners. Does that sound like a lot to you? For me personally, yes. I don't even know if I'd date someone with 14 past sexual partners, honestly. I would admittedly question their loyalty. Would you let your children under 13 watch movies with full nudity? No. If someone asked you, “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” would you know the answer right away? I would. What is your opinion concerning strip clubs? Not my scene at all, but so long as you respect the dancers, whatever. You do you.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''superluv'' by shane dawson

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magicsmutshop · 4 years

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When You See My Base Line - Pt 4 (Final)

Part 4 of 4

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader

Genre: Multi-chapter smut

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~2800 words

Warnings: Sex, drooling over Hoseok's perfect face and body

Summary: You and nude model Hoseok finally put the velvet chaise in the art room to good use.

Navigation: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Hobi: Out walking Mickey, look at this cute squirrel!

You: Aww, it kinda reminds me of you…

Hobi: 😳😂

You spend the next few days glued to your phone. Hoseok keeps up a steady stream of emoji-laden texts with cute anecdotes from his dance classes for kids and pictures of his fluffy little dog, Mickey, while you share the latest gossip from Ashley and snaps of your trip to a park to sketch. And you’ve bonded over a shared love of taking pictures of your food--somehow Hoseok managed to make a picture of Panda Express orange chicken look magazine-quality without filters. But you haven’t yet managed to actually get together to share a meal, despite your best efforts.

You: Going to that bar by the rec center with Ashley, do you and Namjoon want to meet us out?

Hobi: Wish I could, but have to cover the 4 year old ballet class, the teacher is out sick 🤧

You: Boo, I wanted Namjoon and Ashley to meet each other!

Hobi: Oh, is that all… you don’t want to see me???? 💔

You: Nah, I’m good. 😝

Hoseok has been crazy busy with his full-time job as a choreographer and his nighttime dance classes at the rec center, while you’ve been working a few late nights for a big work project, so you haven’t been able to see him in person. But that hasn’t slowed down your texting in the slightest. Hoseok’s cute selfies are a consistent bright spot in your day.

Hobi: New jacket, what do you think?? <picture>

You: Looks amazing!! But are you wearing yellow shorts with it?

Hobi: Thought you loved the yellow shorts 😘

Not all of the texts were so innocent. There was the night he wasn’t able to meet you at the bar, so you decided to send him a little reminder that he still owed you something…

You: You still haven’t returned them, Hobi.

Hobi: ???? Returned what?

You: Look how empty my drawer is. <picture>

Hobi: Ohh.. thought you proved the other night that you don’t need to wear any.

You: But those are my favorite pair.

Hobi: Looks like you have plenty of other nice pairs right there.

You: I want these.

Hobi: Yeah? How about a little trade?

You: <picture>

Hobi: Good girl. <picture>

That had been a very satisfying evening, but by the time the next art class rolls around, you’re pent up with longing and anticipation to see Hoseok again.

When you walk into the classroom, Hoseok greets you with a beaming smile and a casual hug. As he wraps his arms around your waist, he leans in and whispers into your ear, “Can you stick around after class today?”

You blink up at him. “Sure, I’m free.” You sound equally as casual, but your heart rate is starting to pick up.

“Good.” he gives you a squeeze and a wink and then disentangles himself, whipping out his phone. “Look at what Mickey did earlier, he was adorable…” His cologne lingers in the air as you will yourself to calm down. What is he up to?

As always, the art class speeds by fairly quickly once you’re in the sketching zone. You’re working on your final drawing of Hoseok, who has his back turned to you and your classmates, showing off his defined back, narrow waist, and muscular ass. During the breaks, as he chatters away to Namjoon, you can’t help but wonder what he has planned for afterwards.

Finally, 2 hours have gone by, and Namjoon calls the class to a close. As you slowly pack up your satchel while your classmates file out of the room, Taehyung turns your way. “Are you in for the bar tonight?”

You stutter. “Um, no, I think I’ll pass tonight.”

Taehyung frowns in disappointment. “Boo, why not?” You can’t help but look over at Hoseok, but Jimin jabs Taehyung with a sharp elbow.

“Don’t interrogate her, Tae. She obviously has other plans.” Jimin links elbows with him, steering him towards the door. Jimin looks back at you and makes an obscene expression with his tongue. “We’ll see you next time, byyyyye!”

Willing the blush out of your cheeks, you busy yourself with putting your pencils away in your bag. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon with a mulish expression on his face, shaking his head at Hoseok. However, Hoseok leans in and whispers something into Namjoon’s ear. Whatever he says brings a reluctant smile to Namjoon’s face.

Finally, Namjoon digs a key out of his pocket and hands it to Hoseok. “We’re even, ok?” He grabs his bag and heads out of the classroom with a nod to you, leaving you and Hoseok alone for the first time.

“What was that all about?”

“Namjoon owed me.” Hoseok leans back on the velvet chaise, looking relaxed but in perfect control. You can’t help but follow the way his robe rides up his thighs as he casually spreads his legs. Naturally, Hoseok notices where you’re looking. “Didn’t look your fill earlier?”

Maddeningly, you blush again. Despite having gotten this man off--and having him get you off--he manages to fluster you like nobody else.

Hoseok pats his thighs invitingly. “Why don’t you come a bit closer?” As you start to approach him, he speaks again. “But leave the clothes behind.”

You stop in your tracks. Say what?

Hoseok smirks, blatantly looking you up and down. “You’ve gotten to see my body so many times at this point. Don’t you think it’s time to return the favor?” He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.

“Here?” you look behind you at the door, which is firmly shut. The hallway beyond is dark, Namjoon clearly having turned off the lights behind himself. The lightbulb dawns over your head--this is what Hoseok got the key for. You look back at him.

“Here.”

The clear desire in Hoseok’s eyes makes you brave. Never breaking eye contact, you slowly strip your clothes off, one piece at a time, until you’re standing directly in front of him in nothing but your lacy panties. He tears his eyes away from your hard nipples to raise an eyebrow at you.

“I thought you might like to take these off yourself, since you still haven’t returned my other pair.” You cock your hip, sending him a smirk of your own as he brings his hands up to encircle your waist.

Hoseok growls. “I’ll buy you five more pairs if you let me do this.” He hooks his fingers into your panties and tears them off in one smooth motion.

“Hobi!” you shriek in surprise, your face turning red.

“Yes, baby?” He calmly tosses the shreds to the side, and takes you by the hips again, pulling you down into his lap.

You try to scowl at him, but he kisses you firmly, stroking his tongue against yours. All the thoughts fly out of your head as he caresses your back and sides with his slender hands. “God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters lowly, ducking his head down to kiss your shoulder. You’re getting the front of his robe wet as you grind down into his lap.

“Says the art model,” you shoot back at him. Pulling back a bit, you fumble with the knot of Hoseok’s belt, pulling the sides of his robe apart. Once his chest is revealed, you press back up against him, sighing at the feeling of his bare skin against yours. But before you can enjoy it for too long, he flips you around until you’re on your back on the chaise, blinking up at him. The casual display of his strength sends a tingle throughout your entire body.

Hoseok sits back on his knees in front of the chaise, shrugging his robe off his shoulders until he’s as bare as you. His cock hardens as he fully takes in the sight of you lying on the chaise. “You deserve to be the one who’s up here, but I have to admit... I like being the only one who gets to see you like this.” Hoseok leans forward, taking one of your ankles in his hand. Slowly pulling you down the chaise towards himself, he trails his lips up your leg, sending little shivers throughout your entire body. He stops to nibble at your inner thigh before sucking--hard.

“Oh god--Hoseok--” You instinctively reach out towards him, but he grabs your wrists in each hand, pinning your arms down onto the chaise while he continues to suck and bite your sensitive skin.

You wriggle and whimper underneath him, but Hoseok doesn’t let up until he’s marked up your thighs thoroughly. Letting go of your wrists, he surveys your dazed expression with a gleam of satisfaction in his dark eyes.

“Gorgeous.” He licks his lips and leans in close to where you’re spread open, dying for his touch on you. Just before reaching your clit, he looks up and pins you with his intense stare. “Put your hands above your head -- and keep them there.”

You’re too turned on to even think of ignoring his command. Slowly, you raise your hands above your head, feeling your nipples harden in the cool air as you arch your back, trying to get closer to his tantalizing mouth.

Finally, Hoseok brushes his lips against your dripping center, slowly dragging his tongue up from your hole to your clit. As you cry out, Hoseok licks his lips again. “You taste as good as I remembered.” He flickers his tongue up and down your lips, dipping it in and out of your center to lick up your wetness before returning his attention to your clit. He alternates between light touches and sucks, never quite letting you come to completion.

You can’t take it anymore. Having enough of being teased, you finally grab his hair.

“Hobi, please,” your voice already sounds completely wrecked. His gaze gets impossibly darker as he sees the effect he’s had on you.

“You have two choices,” he slowly caresses the marks he’s left on your inner thighs. “You can come now, or you can wait until I fuck you.”

Your pussy clenches. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He allows you to use your grip on his hair to pull him up your body, but once he’s hovering over you on the chaise, he takes your wrist and pins your arm down above your head again. “Then be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You obediently bring your other arm up and leave your hands above your head, watching as he gets a condom out of his robe pocket--so, he planned this-- and rolls it on.

Returning to the chaise, Hoseok kneels over you, coaxing your legs to wrap around his waist. He slides into you slowly, watching your reactions, until he’s fully seated, his hips pressed up against you. He pauses. “This okay, baby?”

You come this close to coming at the feeling of finally having him inside you.

You nod breathlessly. “Feels amazing. You’re amazing.”

Hoseok smiles brightly before the dark, intent look takes over his face again. “Then hang on.” And he starts fucking you with his dancer’s rhythm. Minutes stretch out into what feels like hours as you cling to him, feeling him pressed up to you head to toe.

There’s only one word for it--intense. There’s a lot of power behind his hips as he grinds into you, perfectly filling you up with every inch. It’s almost good enough to get you there untouched, but you need just a little bit more. You squeeze your legs a bit more tightly around his waist, trying to get even closer to him.

Reading your expression, Hoseok effortlessly shifts his weight to one arm, his bicep popping as he raises himself up a bit to look at you. He brushes a lock of hair out of your eyes with his free hand before trailing it down your body. “Need something, baby?” He tweaks your nipple in tandem with a sharp thrust, forcing a gasp out of your throat.

“I need you… faster. Harder.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you try to pull him back down on top of you, but he only brushes his lips against yours before propping himself up again. A little whine escapes your lips, bringing a smirk to his face. All the while, he’s fucking into you with a steady pace, never letting up for a moment. “I’m so close.” Your eyes are starting to water from being on the edge for so long.

With his free hand, he unwinds one of your arms from around his neck, bringing your hand down to where you’re joined together. “Make yourself feel good, baby, just like you’re making me feel so good. Take what you need.” He’s starting to sound breathless, but his hips never stutter.

Hoseok finally takes his gaze off your face, watching you as you start to rub your clit in little motions. Bracing himself on both hands, he bows his head and starts to speed up his pace, pulling out and snapping his full length back into you in smooth strokes. He bites his full lower lip in concentration, never letting up even as both of your moans and gasps start to fill the air around you.

You rake your other hand down his back, feeling the powerful muscles as he works himself into you, settling your grip on his ass. You’re feeling good on multiple levels between your fingers on your throbbing clit, the stroke of his cock hitting all the right spots inside you, and the sight of his face lost in pleasure as he watches the spot where you’re joined.

It’s been a long buildup to this moment where you’re fucking on the same velvet chaise where you originally admired his golden skin and lean muscles.

When Hoseok’s gaze snaps back to yours, you get lost in his intense eyes, one final circle of your fingers tipping you over the edge into your climax. Your pussy squeezes around him as he leans down and captures your lips with his, muffling his low moans as he finally loses his rhythm and thrusts into you one last time.

You kiss him for a few long moments, feeling his chest heaving against yours, both of you slowly coming down from your climaxes. When his arms start to shake from the exertion of keeping himself propped up, Hoseok gently pulls out of you and rolls over, flopping down onto the side of the chaise next to you but staying close.

His bangs are damp with sweat and his lips are swollen and glistening from your kisses. You’re struck with the sudden urge to get your sketchbook--he’s never looked more gorgeous than he does right now. “I wish I could draw this moment.” you can’t help but share.

Hoseok laughs, tracing a finger down the side of your face before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I wish I could draw at all.”

“Oh, so there’s something you’re not good at?”

Hoseok laughs again, a bit shyer, hiding his face in your neck. “So, was this worth the wait?”

It’s your turn to laugh. “Hobi, I’m pretty sure I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I saw you in those yellow shorts.”

***

A few weeks later, you’re standing in front of Namjoon in your final art class. He hands you your sketchbook with a dimpled smile. “The progress you’ve shown is really incredible! You have so much life and energy in your lines, and you really nailed the anatomy, especially in the musculature.”

You think back to your favorite model and his defined quadriceps and leg muscles. “I had a lot of inspiration, I guess.”

Namjoon looks at you earnestly. “Will you be taking more art classes? I think you’d kill it in Advanced Sketching.”

You blush in pleasure, but shake your head. “I really enjoyed this class, but I’m actually going to try something a little different next semester -- dance classes.”

“Dance? Why dance?”

You shrug. “I’ve heard good things about the instructor…”

A loud laugh interrupts you from the door. “Oh yeah, what kind of things?” Hoseok leans against the doorframe, his heart-shaped grin lighting up the entire room.

“Oh, you know… talented, patient, kind...” You saunter up to him.

Namjoon rolls his eyes fondly. “OK, get outta here. I’ll see you two at the bar?”

Hoseok wraps an arm around your waist, tossing Namjoon a finger heart. “See you there!”

You wave goodbye to Namjoon and lean into Hoseok’s side, getting a good whiff of his sunshiney scent as you walk down the hallway together. “I wasn’t done…”

Hoseok looks down at you, amused. “What else?”

“I also heard the instructor looks really hot in yellow shorts.”

~fin~

#bts smut #j-hope smut #hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #j-hope x reader #hoseok/reader #hobi x reader #hobi smut

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Warning: This article contains spoilers about Frozen 2

When Frozen premiered in 2013 and didn’t feature any significant solo songs for star Jonathan Groff, some fans were understandably miffed. After all, Groff earned Tony nominations for his roles in the Broadway musicals Spring Awakening and Hamilton (maybe you’ve heard of it?), and he played Jesse St. James in the musical-comedy series Glee. In other words, the man can sing.

Much to his (and fans’) delight, Frozen 2 rectifies this issue with the ’80s soft-rock ballad “Lost in the Woods,” which his character Kristoff sings surrounded by reindeer. The scene is reminiscent of cheesy music videos of the era and is one of the film’s highlights.

Ahead of Frozen 2’s opening weekend, Groff spoke with EW about his first reaction to the song, why he was worried it would get cut, the importance of seeing “a Disney leading man with a sensitive side,” and more.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: The only solo snippet we got from you in the first Frozen was the short number “Reindeer(s) Are Better Than People.” Were you aware going into the second film that people were upset that you didn’t sing more in the original? JONATHAN GROFF: Well, that’s actually funny you say that about the reindeer thing because I feel like with Frozen 2, they didn’t take the easy route, which would have been to do a re-creation of the first movie or introduce a bunch of new characters. They just sort of dug in deeper with the characters from the first movie and cooked things and expanded on them. And they told me they were going to try and write me a song for the second movie, and I couldn’t imagine how they were going to do it. And then part of what inspired that song that I get in the second film is this weird personality quirk that Kristoff has where he expresses his emotions and subconscious through that weird voice for his pet reindeer, Sven — just as many of us who have pets do weird voices for — and that was sort of a funny joke in the first movie. Then in the second movie that quirk ends up becoming an entire ’80s soft-rock jam, and it’s sort of Kristoff’s way of expressing his deep, deep emotional feelings that he has for Anna. So they took that little quirk from the first movie and then expanded it into this intimate epic ’80s number.

What was your first reaction whenever they introduced you to the song and its concept? I honestly couldn’t believe that they were going to take such a left turn. I thought, “Oh, I can’t imagine that an ’80s slow jam is going to not get cut from the final product of Frozen 2,” because it was so shocking and surprising and jarring. And I think that’s part of what makes it so brilliant in the movie. It’s also really kind of a gift for the adults watching the movie because, you know, I’ve seen it three times, and the adults in the crowd are the ones that are getting all of the kind of ’80s references in the animation and the sort of execution of the song. The kids are laughing too, but the adults are the ones that are really in on the joke, and I’m thrilled that it made it into the final cut.

It’s so funny you say that, because earlier this week I was talking with a co-worker who had taken her daughter to a screening of the film. And she said her daughter got so mad at that part because she couldn’t understand why all the adults were laughing at Kristoff. [Laughs] They’re like, “Kristoff is really going through it!” It’s so funny because it makes sense. Even when we were recording it, I talked a lot with [composers Robert Lopez and Kristen Anderson-Lopez] about toeing the line between emotion and camp, and telling the joke of the song, but also doing it with real sincerity. Because those songs from the ’80s, they’re not making a joke. I mean, it seems like it’s funny now because they are such a music of a specific time period. But in those moments of those videos, it was a more innocent time. And there was a purity to it that we sort of laugh at now, but that purity is also actually what the character is feeling. So it was fun to kind of just have that balance of awareness and camp, but also actual emotion that maybe that little girl is plugged into, of “He’s really going through it.”

And you provided the vocals for all the reindeer in the song too, right? Yeah, I think it’s like 18 different vocal tracks that I laid in. It was the Kristoff and the Kristoff harmonies, and then the Sven background and the Sven background harmonies.

So we went from having not enough Jonathan Groff to having — Eighteen different vocal lines. [Laughs] Yeah, it’s chock-full in that particular song.

The film of course features plenty of empowering moments for young girls, but do you feel like having Kristoff sing a song might also be empowering to the little boys who are watching? I really do think so. I love that Kristoff is a Disney leading man with a sensitive side. And that’s what this song really expresses, is sort of his soulfulness. And oftentimes in entertainment, we’re seeing a man go off on an adventure and a girl left back at home singing about her feelings. And then this, as Frozen often does, they inverted it, and Anna goes off on an epic adventure and Kristoff is left to sing about his feelings and his love for her. And then when he joins the action towards the end of the film, he’s not there to sort of take control and take the spotlight. He’s there to support her. He rescues her from getting stomped on by a giant, and the first thing he says is, “I’m here for you, what do you need?” I think we really need to hear men saying that to women right now, culturally. And then at the end of the movie, she’s like, “I’m sorry that things are so crazy.” And he says, “It’s okay, my love is not fragile.” And that sort of enduring, supportive partner is, I think, a beautiful thing to have in an animated movie, both as an example for women of what they deserve and for men to take a page from Kristoff’s book.

Speaking of Kristoff’s playbook, how would you rate his proposal in the end? I think he nailed it because it came from the heart. And he meant it. He just felt it in the moment. It’s not that the other proposals were failures. It just wasn’t there. He saw it as a failure, I think, because he was feeling self-conscious, but it just was not the right time. And I think he spoke from the heart at the right time. I think that’s all you can ask when you’re expressing your deepest feelings for someone, which is just to know when the moment is to say it, and it just so happened that the three previous times weren’t the exact right moment.

A third film has not officially been announced, but if you could envision a song for Kristoff in a potential sequel, what would it be like? Oh, this is a really tough question because I couldn’t even imagine how Kristoff was going to sing in the second movie. I was like, “How are they going to get a mountain man to sing a song?” And they were so sweet, Bobby and Kristen, for saying, “We’re going to really try and get you to sing in this one.” And they ended up creating that ’80s ballad that I could have never in my wildest dreams imagined would have happened. So, I honestly have no idea.

Well, at the end of the film Anna becomes queen, which would make Kristoff the king… so maybe a riff on another song in the Disney canon, “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King”? [Laughs] That’s the irony of it, though, is that that’s not what he’s angling for. He’s just there to support her. I don’t know, is he a king if really the queen is the ruler? Yes, I guess he is, technically. It’s definitely not a position that he ever was anticipating or had the ambition to have. So maybe the words would have to change if we did that song.

Frozen 2 is in theaters now.

#jonathan groff #frozen 2 #interview

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americanroyalty-phff · 4 years

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Chapter 20 - A Romantic Night In

A few days have past since I went to the bar with Tim. Although the night had left me feeling weird, I shook the feeling off and tried to get back to normal.

I knew I should tell Harry about what was going on with Tim, but I couldn't help but feel scared.

I have been working from home, enjoying not having the many sets of eyes on me.

This was a big transition for me. I hope Harry knew that. I'm sure he did. But sometimes I jump into things full force and once I'm in deep, I get scared and want to jump ship.

---

I was landing in London for some time with Harry. I had even brought Peach with me on the flight so I didn't have to leave him with someone else for a long time. It felt like it had been forever since we had seen each other but it was probably at most 3 weeks time.

We were getting more and more attached to each other, more and more in love, and my heart has never been fuller. It sounds so corny, and I hate everything that's corny, but I felt like I was bursting at the seams with love. Just thinking that corny thought made me roll my eyes at myself. But I think I'm truly head over heels in love with Harry. And I think he is too.

I busted tail trying to get through the airport without people noticing me. I grabbed my bags as soon as it came around the conveyor belt and I went to the nearest exit to find the driver that Harry sends for me.

I was met with flashing lights, the sounds of cameras clicking, and people shouting my name.

I scurried over to where I saw the driver and he opened the door for me as soon as he saw me.

The driver put my bag in the trunk and he sped off, away from the crowd that was gaining more and more people.

I took a deep breath. Why does this keep happening? The only people who know I'm here are my parents, Emily, and Tim. I shook my head and glanced over to Peach who was laying in his carrier beside me. I'm glad that I brought him with me and I knew Harry and Peach would be happy to see each other again.

The car eventually pulled up to Kensington Palace and then Harry's cottage, nicknamed 'Nott Cott.' (For Nottingham Cottage)

Harry immediately came to open my car door, before the driver could have the chance to turn off the ignition.

"Hi, baby." he grinned.

"Hi, handsome."

He pulled me into a hug with me still sitting in the car.

I gave him a quick peck on the lips and stepped out of the dark vehicle.

I got the dog carrier out of the car and Harry took my suitcase and bag from the driver. We said our thank yous to the man and went inside.

As Harry closed the door behind me, I saw a new dog bed, a basket full of dog toys, and little dishes for Peach set up.

My heart melted. (Maybe I'm a little sensitive right now?) I turned to him and smiled.

"Thank you for all the stuff for Peach! You really didn't have to." I said as I bent down to take Peach out of his carrier. I snuggled him to my chest but he was much more interested in Harry and his new surroundings.

"I know I didn't. I wanted to. I want you to know that you and Peach have a home here. You've left stuff here. Toothbrush, shower products, a brush, lip balm. I figured the little guy should have some stuff too." He said and scratched Peach's little head.

I smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"Now you go shower, sleep, do whatever until dinner time! I have a surprise for you." Harry said and whisked me off to his bedroom.

"What's going on?" I turned around before I was fully in his room.

"Do you know what the word surprise means?" Harry said and took Peach from my arms.

"I actually do. But you know I don't really do surprises." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well I think this is a nice surprise so play along." Harry quipped.

"Harrrryyyyyy." I groaned.

"Beauuuuu, please." he pouted.

I give up.

"Alright. Is this a fancy dinner? Any dress code I should know about?" I asked.

"Casual but fancy."

"Okay, that sums up nothing but I'll see what I can pull together." I laughed.

"You just stay in here until I tell you that you can come out. I'll take care of Peach. Promise?" he asked.

I sighed.

"Promise."

We kissed and I shut the bedroom door behind me.

Since I figured it would be a little bit until dinner time, given that it was only 2:30 in the afternoon, I decided to take a long shower.

I washed my hair and body and decided it would probably be a good idea to shave. Because, well. You know. Alone Time.

After I finished my shower, I slathered on some lotion that I had brought with me and let my hair air dry.

I put my robe on and laid on the bed. I browsed my phone as I heard Harry talking to the dog.

I eventually got tired and drifted off to sleep.

(About fourish hours later.)

"Hey, Beau, babe." I heard Harry and felt him start to shake me awake.

"Hm?" I said, my eyes still closed.

"I have things ready if you want to get dressed and come eat with me." He said and bent over to kiss me on my head.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was hovering over me, wearing a button up and some nice slacks. He looked amazing. Even wearing cologne.

"Okay. I'll be out in a few." I said stretching and getting up.

He shut the door behind him as he left.

I picked up outfit I had planned on wearing and slipped it on.

After getting dressed, I ran a straightener through my hair brushed my teeth. I decided against makeup since Harry has told me on multiple occasions that he prefers me with no makeup. (Cliche, I know. But I'm going with it) I put a pair of small earrings on too.

I walked out of his room and was in total awe.

Harry's living areas had all been decorated with twinkly lights and he had set up candles, flowers, and wine at his table. He had a dinner all out together on the counter and soft music played in the background. Everything was picture perfect. Including the dog, who slept sweetly in his bed.

"What is all this?" I said as I slowly walked toward him.

I wrapped my arms around his stomach as he started to talk.

"Well, I just thought we were in need of a romantic night. And it's not really wise of us to go out so I figured I would just bring the restaurant in here. Plus some special little touches that mean something to us." he said.

"I love you, you know that?" I said and stared up at him. "No one has ever done anything this nice or romantic for me."

"I love you more. More than you'll know."

We kissed and hugged for a minute or two before he pulled away and went over to the counter to pick up two plates.

"Now, let's eat." he said and set the plates on the table.

He came and pulled my chair out for me then took his seat in front of me.

I looked closer at the flowers on the table, realizing they were my favorites.

"You got me peonies?" I smiled over to him.

"Of course." he said.

I grinned and shook my head. This man.

"So what's on the menu tonight, H?" I asked as I looked down at the plate sat before me.

"We're having some chicken alfredo because that's literally one of the only few things I know how to make without screwing up. And some fresh bread and a salad." He said as he focused on opening the wine bottle.

As he started to pour the wine into our glasses, I caught a glimpse of the label.

"Is that a tignanello?" I asked, cocking my head to the side to try and read it.

"Sure is." he said, capping the bottle. "You mentioned one day that it was your favorite. And I had never tried it and I think if I'm gonna be with you, I should educate myself on wines. You're very knowledgeable on the subject."

"I'm a wine connoisseur, what can I say?" I said as I swirled the drink in my glass.

Harry chuckled and lifted his glass.

"Cheers!" he said.

"Cheers!"

We clinked out glasses and both took a sip.

We dug into our meal when I started to notice the music that was playing.

It sounded familiar.

It took me a second before I recognized it.

"Is this Hamilton?" I asked, gesturing around us to the music.

"Oh, yeah it is. That's how we met and I thought it would be nice." he said and smiled.

I smiled back at him.

It really was the little things with Harry. He remembered the things that most people would forget.

I grabbed his hand over the table.

"You're amazing." I said.

---

After Harry and I had finished our dinner, we sat at the table and decided to finish the bottle of wine between ourselves.

"That was amazing." I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Thank you."

I leaned back up and leaned over the table to kiss him. Bringing my hand to cup his face, we started smiling into the kiss.

"We would be so annoying to hang out with." Harry said as we pulled away.

"Probably so. Hopelessly in love, lost in each other's eyes." I laughed.

We talked about Harry's polo match tomorrow, which is part of the reason I'm here.

After a while, we decided to call it a night and get ready for bed.

We cleaned up the table and kitchen together before we took Peach on his last walk of the day.

After throwing hoodies on, we left.

It was nice to walk around the grounds of Kensington Palace, knowing we most likely wouldn't be seen by paps and we could enjoy each other's company without that risk.

After a walk, which was entirely too long since I ended up carrying Peach back to the house, we got ready for bed.

I put on a pair of pajamas and washed my face. I went through my quick skincare routine and scraped my hair back into a bun.

When I was done, Harry and I climbed into his bed with cups of tea and snuggled up together to watch TV.

We settled on the show Love Island which I was slowly becoming addicted to. And even though Harry would moan and groan when I would put it on, his eyes were always glued to the TV and he made plenty of comments.

"I would never couple up with him." he said as he slurped from his cup.

"He's the best one!!" I exclaimed.

We bantered back and forth until we grew tired and fell asleep next to each other.

Until tomorrow, good night.

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lordofthenerds97 · 4 years

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You’ve Got To Be Kidding

Masterlist Warnings: Mild cursing, obviously cliche tropes because look who’s writing it, love triangles galore, all of it Chapter 2

“Who’s Y/N?”

Jim scrubbed a hand down his face as he looked at the girl in front of him. “She’s my niece. She’s like you, El.”

The girl frowned. “Like me? What do you mean?”

He paused for a moment, not quite sure how to answer the question. “She knows the Upside Down. And she has a number too.”

Her eyebrows furrowed and her dark curly hair fell in her face. “Really?” That surprised her. She’d had brief flashes of memories, seeing one or two others in a room with her. But she hadn’t ever thought much about it.

Jim nodded. “She’ll be here in a few days. And she’s gonna have someone else with her that can help us.”

El nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. She might be young, but she knew trouble when she saw it. She’d been through her fair share. And this situation smelled exactly like trouble. She wondered how Y/N would react to being back in Hawkins, especially if she came from the lab. El was still having her own difficulties in processing things. She wondered what type of power Y/N had, if she even had a power at all. But from the way Hop was talking, there was something special about the other girl. Something that El didn’t know if she wanted to trifle with.

~*~*~*~*~

You scowled at the car in front of you, crossing your arms and not looking at the man beside you. He snorted at your displeasure, more amused than anything.

“Just get in the car, Y/N.” he said.

“Just get in the car, Y/N,” you mocked, turning your sharp glare on Bucky. He just raised an eyebrow as you continued your rant. “I have absolutely no intention of getting in that deathtrap with you.”

Bucky let out an exasperated sigh, a few strands of his hair falling into his face. He was getting tired of your attitude. In reality, it was anything but a deathtrap. It was one of Tony’s nicer SUVs, one that had plenty of room for the both of you plus the few bags you were bringing.

You’d always had a weird thing about riding in cars. Well, anything that ran on a motor, really. You’d gotten so accustomed to simply blinking to where you wanted to be that being in a vehicle actually scared you. And being scared wasn’t something you liked to experience.

“Look, if it’ll make you feel better, I won’t go very fast.” He knew what you were trying to do; trying to delay this little excursion for as long as humanly possible. He didn’t really blame you. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to it either. But you didn’t see him procrastinating.

You narrowed your eyes and gave him a scrutinizing gaze. You knew that was a lie, but you appreciated the effort he was trying to put into this. The effort he was putting into trying to be civil. The response you gave came out as more of a mumble than anything else, but he took it as confirmation. He grabbed the duffel from your hands and threw it in the back with his before putting his backpack on the floorboard behind the driver’s seat and climbing into the Ford. “Coming?”

You huffed in response but followed his example. The messenger bag you carried with you held your laptop and a few hard copy files that you planned on studying during the trip to Hawkins. You were obviously uncomfortable with the situation, and Bucky could see that. But his attitude wasn’t really helping things either.

“Look, I’m not any more excited about this trip than you are, Y/L/N, but let’s try to get through this without ripping each other’s head off, alright?”

“Fine. Whatever.” you snapped.

Bucky growled at your attitude. “And that’s not helping.”

You just glared, not bothering to answer him. It wasn’t worth the fight it would bring.

“Goody for me,” he grumbled under his breath, gripping the wheel with his left hand and shifting it into gear with his right. You glanced at him as you settled yourself into the seat and got comfortable. His jaw was clenched, making the muscle pop slightly, and his eyes were focused in front of him.

Catching yourself looking at him for longer than you thought appropriate, you quickly averted your eyes to the floorboard. As he began to drive, you felt your heart began to race. Your breathing became a bit shallower and your grip on the door became tight knuckled.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” he said quietly. “Just breathe.”

You looked at him, wondering if you’d heard him correctly. Did he just try to provide you with a small bit of comfort?

He didn’t take his eyes off the road, though he could see you out of his peripheral vision. He didn’t need you having a panic attack before even getting off the compound property. “Deep breath in. Let it out slowly.”

Shaking the thought off, you followed his advice and felt yourself gradually relax into the rhythm of the car’s movements. It took a solid twenty minutes of tense silence and a few brief moments of terror. But needless to say, you were calmer now than you were when you first got into the vehicle.

Realizing that you spent that much time in an awkward silence, you reached for the radio. When you popped the button to turn it on, you and Bucky both jumped at the death metal that came blaring through the speakers. Your already sensitive ears rang with the sound of the loud guitar and Bucky visibly winced.

“Sorry,” you muttered, quickly turning it down and changing the channel.

He didn’t say anything, just clenched his jaw more. The thought struck you that if he kept doing that his face would stick in that position. The thought made you crack a smile that you had to hide behind your hand and a laugh that you had to cover with a cough. You knew this was going to be one of the longest trips you’d ever taken, but maybe you would be willing to shoot at being civil with the super soldier for once.

“Something funny?” Bucky asked, glancing sideways at you.

“Keep scowling like that and your face’ll stick.” you said with half a smile. You made sure to put a light edge to your tone so that he would know you were only joking. It seemed to work, as all he did in response was roll his eyes.

Having the radio turned to a rock station and the volume down low seemed to help ease a bit of the tension that still hung in the air. You were still on edge and you figured Bucky was as well. He didn’t say anything, but you could tell from his movements and his posture that he wasn’t relaxed. Sighing quietly to yourself, you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the headrest.

There was a lot of work you had to do before you got to Hawkins. Hop had sent you as much as he could without getting on the government’s radar, not that it really mattered. He still wasn’t hip on the idea of sharing that much sensitive information over the internet despite how many times you reassured him that it wasn’t traceable or hackable.

Feeling the heavy weight of the necklace on your sternum, you glanced down. The onyx colored gem was glowing slightly, the weight of it warming your skin. And that was yet another issue that you had to work out. Whatever was interfering with your connection to the Dimension was getting worse. And it was having a physical effect on you.

You were normally stubborn and feisty to begin with, but your attitude over the last few weeks had worsened. You snapped easily at everyone and your moods were constantly shifting. You’d even thrown Sam across the compound for making an ill timed joke.

Everyone tried to be understanding of what was happening, but you knew it was wearing on them. And you weren’t sure how much longer they were going to put up with you. Tony seemed to be the most resilient, as he had known you the longest. But even so, his patience was being tested.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, turning your attention to the super soldier on your left.

Bucky raised an eyebrow as he glanced at you. “You just did.” You rolled your eyes and bit back a snarky response. Seeing the effort you put into not being sarcastic, he nodded. “Shoot.”

“Do you ever feel…alone? Like you don’t belong with everyone?”

Bucky was taken aback by the question, looking away from the road to examine your expression. Judging that you had no apparent ulterior motive, he answered carefully. “Sometimes,” he said. “I know I’ve done a lot of really bad things in the past. I don’t think Tony has forgiven me for what happened…and I don’t blame him. I think that puts a damper on my presence.”

You pursed your lips, nodding slowly. Tony was always like a big brother to you. You knew him inside and out. And you knew he still held some resentment for the super soldier beside you. But you also knew that he wouldn’t let those feelings get in the way of cooperating to save the world.

Deciding to approach the topic cautiously, Bucky phrased his next question carefully. “What about you?”

You nodded. “Yeah. My powers aren’t exactly user friendly. And it makes me volatile and dangerous.”

Bucky glanced at you briefly. Your knees were pulled up to your chest and you rested your chin on them. Emotion rolled off you in waves, but there were so many that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what you were feeling. But tears welled in your eyes as you continued staring out the windshield.

“I don’t like it…” you said after a moment of silence. “I don’t like what these powers to do me…what they make me do to everyone else. I’m not even me when I use them. I don’t even know who I am anymore…”

He let out a sigh and gripped the steering wheel. He may not know exactly what you were feeling or what you were going through, but he had some semblance of an idea. “Look…putting yourself back together after having your identity stripped away isn’t easy.”

You snorted. “Yeah. Like you would know.”

Bucky held back a growl. He was trying to reach you, not push you away. “Actually, I do.” he said.

That gave you pause. You knew a little bit about Bucky’s past, but no one, including him, had been eager to talk about it. So you learned what you could from the museums. Half of which you knew to be nothing more than made up stories to get better press. You knew there was something deeper, some sort of dark secret that no one wanted to tell you. But before you could say anything, he continued talking.

“I was an assassin for an organization called Hydra. You know enough about them and have taken down enough of their bases to know what kind of terrorists they are. I wasn’t the only human experiment they had, but I was the most effective. I was sent to kill Steve.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t know that.

“To make an extremely long story short, he managed to break me out of the trance Hydra had me in. They would periodically wipe my mind of all memories except core instincts. I was the perfect fighting machine. I don’t know how he did it, but he pulled me out of it. He unlocked some sort buried memory.”

He paused to take a breath and you waited patiently for him to continue. You could tell how difficult it was for him to open up about it. And you doubted he talked about it with many people. Hell, Tony probably didn’t even know the whole story. But the fact he was opening up to you of all people spoke wonders.

“Since then it’s been nothing but a mess of me trying to put my memories back together to find out who I am. I’ve had to remake myself. And that wasn’t easy.” He glanced over at you at the tail end of his sentence, trying to gauge how much of what he was saying was actually reaching you.

You were about to say something when you happened to glance up. “Bucky!” you screamed, grabbing his flesh arm with a bone snapping force and throwing yourself back into the seat.

Surprised by the sudden outburst and with his reflexes taking over, Bucky immediately slammed on the brakes, making you scream once again as you were thrown forwards, the seatbelt the only thing keeping you from flying towards the windshield.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as the vehicle went skidding across the road, Bucky barely able to control it. Your grip on his arm increased and you thought he hissed in pain as the SUV came to a sudden and rapid halt.

Bucky glanced over at you before staring straight ahead, noticing for the first time the large black hole in front of them.

He made sure that you were still breathing before he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. “What the hell?” he muttered to himself.

“Bucky, Bucky no!” you exclaimed, trying to free yourself of the constricting seatbelt that had you strapped in place. It wouldn’t come undone, even with you yanking on it.

Bucky on the other hand was standing beside the front of the car, looking at the portal with interest. That’s what it was. A portal to the Dimension. But he didn’t realize that. And if you didn’t pull him away from it in time, it would swallow him.

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hotforharrison · 5 years

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Unholy Divinity ch 4

Chapter 3 <-- Series Masterlist --> Chapter 5

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader/Tom Holland

Summary: Choosing to spend your eternity in heaven or hell should be easy, right? Yeah, not so much.

Word Count: 3,494

Warnings: Language & Smut

A/N: My usual chapters are 1,500-2,000-ish words long, which isn’t too long or too short, in my opinion. It’s apparently your birthday today, so have a giant (for me) chapter! I’ve been working on it on and off for most of the day.

Tom stalked toward you, chocolate gaze piercing, not unlike a mighty predator approaching its helpless prey.

When he reached the edge of the bed, his fingers moved to deftly undo his button down, eyes not leaving you for even a moment.

Underneath his shirt, he was powerfully built, more so than you’d previously assumed. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to get your hands on his toned body. He was more conventionally attractive than any man you ever thought you’d end up with before you died.

You’d consider yourself a very lucky lady, if he weren’t the king of hell and all that implies, and if your mind wouldn’t stop returning to Harrison and how part of you wished Tom hadn’t interrupted, how most of you wished they’d both just stayed.

You continued to watch as Tom toed off his black oxfords and socks, slowing down his disrobing as he reached his slacks. You stared as he popped the button and unzipped them, both nervously and eagerly wondering what he was hiding beneath them.

You were pretty sure he was taking pity on you when he shoved both his pants and silk boxers simultaneously down his thighs, until they fell and pooled around his bare feet. Although you’d been staring, you couldn’t help but avert your eyes. For some reason, it was difficult to bring yourself to look at his completely nude form before you.

“Go ahead and look, darling. Let me ruin you for Harrison,” he urged you.

You took him in, eyes eventually settling on his erection where it rested against his flat stomach. You didn’t have any real life basis for comparison, but it was a little intimidating, not unlike Tom himself.

You swallowed. “How do you know you’re ruining me for Harrison?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he replied.

Your eyes widened. “Were you two, uh…”

He laughed. “No, nothing like that. We were roommates, and sometimes you don’t have the best discretion when you’re drunk and have a girl over,” he explained.

“Wait, there are roommates and alcohol and hookups in heaven?” you asked, wondering what other misconceptions you had about heaven.

“No, when we were alive,” he clarified.

You were surprised. “So you knew each other before you went to heaven?”

“He didn’t tell you? We were inseparable, even died and ended up in purgatory together at the hands of a drunk driver one night when we were on our way home after a concert,” he explained.

“No, he didn’t tell me. I just assumed you met in the afterlife doing, well, whatever it is angels do in heaven,” you said.

“But enough about Harrison and heaven. Tell me what you want, love -- anything at all, it’s yours for the taking,” he offered.

“I’m kind of scared,” you admitted, dropping your gaze to the duvet.

The bed dipped beside you, and a finger underneath your chin tipped your head up, your eyes meeting his again.

“Tell me what you’re afraid of, all of it,” he requested.

You swallowed heavily. “I’m afraid it will hurt.”

“I’m not going to lie to you. It might hurt,” he told you, “but I promise that I’m going to make you feel so good that it won’t be a big deal.”

You nodded.

“What else are you afraid of?” he asked.

You took a deep breath. “You’re absolutely sure I won’t automatically go to hell for doing this with you?”

He huffed a laugh. “Trust me when I say sex isn’t a one way ticket to hell.”

“Even sex with the king of hell? That seems somehow...worse,” you finished.

A smile crossed his face as he shook his head. “That’s part of the appeal for you, though, isn’t it? No one more forbidden in the afterlife than the king of hell.”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted quietly.

“You’re actually quite naughty underneath that pure exterior, aren’t you? Wanting all sorts of things a good girl like you shouldn’t even be thinking about,” he ventured.

Your stomach twisted into knots. “I’m, well, I’m not sure I’d say that.”

“You might not say it, but that doesn’t make it untrue,” he pointed out, somehow looking even deeper into your eyes. “I bet if I got my hand in your pretty little panties right now that you’d already be soaked from the mere thought of me taking you, without so much as a single kiss.”

If you were being honest, he wasn’t wrong. None of what he said was wrong.

He ignored your silence and continued speaking. “But as much as I’d like to kiss you breathless, I’m not going to, at least not right now. I was completely serious when I told you that I want my lovers to beg me to take them. I can tell you’re intimidated by me, maybe even a bit scared of me, and I don’t trust that you’d tell me to stop while I’m distracted. It’s true, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

You wondered if his king of hell powers, if he had any, included mind reading, with as much as he seemed to know what was going through your head. You found yourself unable to form words, so you simply nodded.

“I won’t completely deny myself, though,” he told you.

He closed the small gap between your lips, pressing his to yours, fingers moving from your chin to brush softly against the side of your face. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you parted them without hesitation, granting him entry. You were nearly a completely passive party to his thorough and passionate exploration of your mouth.

Making out with Tom was completely different from making out with Harrison, like night and day, or rather king of hell and angel.

When you kissed Harrison, neither one of you dominated. It was just a gentle and comfortable ebb and flow that went on and on, your arousal increasingly gradually to the point of desperation.

Tom had no compunctions about taking exactly what he wanted, exactly how he wanted it, with your explicit consent. Your arousal spiked quickly with him. He filled you with an insatiable desire for something less sweet and more primal, to be taken and possessed, fucked and filled.

He eventually broke the kiss, and you were surprised that he didn’t seem entirely unaffected by it, nothing like it was just another kiss in a long line of kisses for the king of hell.

After Tom composed himself again, his fingers traced the bare skin of your stomach below your top where it had ridden up.

“Do you want to?” you asked.

“Do I want to what?” he responded. “Use your words, darling.”

For some reason, his phrasing and tone aggravated you. Although it was entirely true that you were inexperienced and definitely a little scared, you didn’t need to be coddled like a child.

You decided not to ‘use your words,’ and batted Tom’s hand away with a roll of your eyes to tug your top over your head and toss it on the floor, followed by your bra soon after. Fueled even further by your annoyance with the king of hell, you hopped up off the bed and quickly shucked your pants and panties, too, plopping back down on the bed completely nude.

He licked his lips as he looked at you lustfully. “That struck a nerve, didn’t it, love? I think I rather like you feisty.”

You smirked at him, heart absolutely pounding in your chest with nervousness despite your bravado. “Well, now you’ve got me, your pristine and untouched and coveted prize, naked and at your disposal. What are you going to do about it?”

He chuckled. “Patience, my dear. Good things come to those who wait. Your slight trembling is a tell of how you really feel, by the way. I know you’re still just as scared and intimidated as you were a few minutes ago.”

You didn’t realize you were trembling, but noticed when he pointed it out. “You asked me what I wanted earlier. I really do want you to touch me. I want to know what it’s like when it’s someone else’s hand instead of always just mine.”

“That I can do,” he told you, tracing your lips with a fingertip.

You curled your tongue around it and sucked lightly on the digit.

He grinned. “Not completely naive, are you, sweetheart?”

You gave his finger a final swipe with your tongue, before responding, “I don’t know when you died, but there’s plenty of porn on the internet.”

“Yes, I’m well-aware of internet porn,” he said, as his now wet finger trailed its way down your body, leaving a slick trail in its wake. “Time passes differently here.”

You nodded, watching while he moved his finger from the valley between your breasts over the curve of one, until it reached the nipple.

He spread the remaining dampness over the sensitive nub, swirling his finger around it, before he leaned in and blew on it.

You gasped at the pleasurable chill it sent down your spine that also made you pulse with want between your legs.

His finger trailed down farther, over your ribs, down your belly, until it was just above your mons. Then, it stopped.

You looked at him expectantly, his eyes still on your face, gauging your reactions. “Why did you stop?”

“Giving you the chance to change your mind,” he replied. “I know I’m the king of hell, and you probably have some...less than positive assumptions about me because of that, but I don’t want anything we do together to be something you regret.”

“It won’t be. I still want this, still want you,” you told him.

He nodded and his finger finished its journey over your mons, slipping between your folds. “Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”

“Well, yeah, I want you,” you repeated.

He smiled as he swirled a few circles around your clit with his finger, before dipping lower toward your entrance, stroking over it a couple times. “Can I?”

“Please,” you responded.

His long, slender finger pressed into you slowly to the knuckle. “So hot, and wet, and tight for me. You’re going to feel fucking divine around my cock, darling. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please give that to me,” you told him a bit breathlessly, feeling more desperate than you had before.

“Someone’s eager.” He chuckled. “But not yet.”

You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your throat at that.

“Soon,” he reassured you. “I haven’t even made you cum.”

A second finger carefully joined the first, stretching you a bit more, and his thumb rubbed your clit this time.

You bucked your hips against his hand in an effort to get more stimulation, but he immediately put a stop to that and pinned you down effortlessly with one hand. His apparent physical strength was another turn-on. You wondered if Harrison was the same.

“You need to stay still for now. I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained.

You sighed and nodded, still thoroughly enjoying what you were being given, even if you did want more.

“Do you want another finger?” he asked, apparently deciding to compromise.

You paused for a moment. You hadn’t ever had three fingers inside yourself before, but you wanted Tom’s dick, and that was definitely bigger than three of his fingers. “Go ahead.”

He gently and carefully worked a third finger into you, eyes on yours. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” you told him. It was definitely a lot, and your orgasm was pushed a bit further away while you got used to it, but you were pretty sure that everything was going to be a lot at first.

It didn’t take long for the pleasure building inside you to start increasing again, his thumb moving a bit faster when he sensed you getting close.

“Go on, cum for me, love.”

That was the last little bit you needed to reach your climax. He lifted his hand from where it held you down so you could move your hips through your lengthy high, shaking against him and crying out his name.

He withdrew his hand from between your thighs when the aftershocks subsided, and you were left more relaxed and somewhat sated.

You stared as he made a show of cleaning his fingers with his tongue.

He smirked. “Do you want me to eat your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

Your face flushed at his words, and you swallowed before eventually finding your voice again. “Yeah.”

“I promise I’ll give you my mouth, and tongue, and fingers, leave you screaming until you’re too hoarse to make another sound,” he told you.

“But?” you added quietly.

“But I’m still not sure you’d speak up if you didn’t like what I was doing, and I’m not going to be one of your regrets,” he finished.

“I understand,” you said, and you did.

You found yourself wondering if there was a story behind his insistence that he doesn’t want you to regret anything you shared with him, wondering if he’d even tell you if there were, wondering how such a strangely considerate lover became the king of hell, wondering so many things that you weren’t sure you’d ever get an answer to.

“I won’t offer you my mouth right now, but I can offer you my fingers if you want me to make you cum again. I’ll make you cum as many times as you’d like. If Harrison returns before we’re done, I can tell him to leave. Or you’d probably rather I ask him to stay.” His eyes twinkled mischievously.

The thought of Harrison joining the two of you sent an obvious shiver through your body, raising goosebumps on your bare skin, and you already knew Tom was going to latch onto that and make you squirm.

He chuckled. “You know, you could probably convince him to do almost anything. I know him, and I saw the way he looked at you when he left earlier, like a lovesick puppy. As I told you before, a little ménage wouldn’t bother me, even if it was with him. Not when it makes you look and react like that.”

His words sent a new wave of arousal pulsing between your thighs, spreading through you. There was so much you wanted to do that you hadn’t yet, but the only thing you could really focus on was your need to be filled. “I want you now. Please, Tom.”

“That really gets you off, doesn’t it?” he commented, amused. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

You spread your legs to make room for him between. He climbed on top of you and positioned his erection against your entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” you responded.

He pushed forward slowly, but steadily.

You hissed when he finally breached your body, immediately stilling. The ache of the stretch was intense. You wished you’d done more while you were alive to prepare yourself for this moment.

He brushed away a few stray tears that you didn’t realize had fallen. “Let me know if you want to stop, or when you’re ready for me to move.”

The ache faded as much as you thought it was going to while he was still inside you, and you didn’t want to make him wait forever. “Go ahead.”

His struggle not to move faster as he continued burying himself in you was obvious. The ache didn’t increased so you didn’t stop his progress. He sighed in relief when your bodies were finally flush and paused again. “How are you doing?”

“You’re really, uh, big,” you answered.

He huffed a laugh. “You’d be surprised.”

“Surprised by what?” you asked, confused.

“You’ll see,” he told you.

“I’m confused, but okay?” you said.

He changed the subject. “Would you like me to move now?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you responded.

He rocked himself in and out, lengthening his thrusts gradually until he was almost completely withdrawing before he moved back in.

The ache faded away into nothing but a sensation of fullness and pleasure. You enjoyed the way he slickly slid in and out, how he occasionally brushed a spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure down your spine, something to explore later.

When you rolled your hips back against him tentatively, seeing what felt best, he moaned loudly and slipped a hand between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it. “I’m getting close, and I want you to cum with me.”

You were already partially there, from just being fucked. The added stimulation of his finger working your clit sent you over the edge quickly.

Even though you knew he wanted to watch your face, you moved your lips against his to kiss him as you climaxed. Instead of the passionate kiss you imagined, you ended up clacking slightly against his teeth and awkwardly moaning into each other’s mouths.

As you came down, the thought of the difference between the movie moment you imagined and reality sent you into a fit of giggles.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Tom exclaimed. “Don’t do that! It’s really sensitive right now.”

You couldn’t stop laughing, and he pulled out to plop down beside you, obviously disgruntled.

“I was trying to have an intimate moment with you,” he huffed.

“Sorry,” you apologized, rolling onto your side to face him.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“Movie kisses aren’t reality kisses,” you replied.

“They’re not,” he agreed. “I’ll kiss you more soon. I don’t want my sweet darling feeling neglected. I just had to be sure, at least this time.”

“No regrets here,” you reassured him.

Relief was apparent on his face.

You cuddled against him, not sure if he was actually into that or not. When he tugged you closer, you smiled. “Will you ever tell me more about you?”

“If you join me in hell, I’ll tell you everything you ask.” His tone was obviously teasing. “Otherwise, you’ll just be left wondering.”

“I guess you have to convince me somehow,” you said lightly.

“Damn. I was hoping I just convinced you with my dick.”

“I do have to say you’re the best I’ve ever had,” you told him, trying not to laugh and ultimately failing.

He laughed, too. “Tell me that again after you have boring angel sex with Harrison, if he doesn’t go off too early to even get inside you.”

“It’s not his fault. It had been a long time for him, since he last…” you trailed off.

“You asked to know more about me. I’ll let you in on a little secret, if you promise not to tell Harrison,” he said.

“My lips are sealed,” you promised.

“I’d bet a lot on it being just as long for me as it had been for him, and I didn’t cum early.”

“What about all your consorts?” you asked.

He laughed. “You mean the ones I made up?”

Your eyes widened. “Why?”

“I wanted to impress you, bring you back down to hell with me,” he told you. “I didn’t get to be or continue to be king of hell by having a constant orgy. I started out a fallen angel like the rest of them and worked my ass off to get where I am today.”

It took you a moment to respond. “Why did you come for me, then?”

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but my kingdom is stable now. I have much more free time, more than I’ve ever had, and absolutely no one to spend it with. That phrase, ‘it’s lonely at the top?’ It’s entirely true,” he admitted. “I handpicked you and waited. Then, of all the angels that could have been selected to retrieve you for heaven, it was Harrison. Any of the rest would have known better than to cross me and just left to let me have you, and we wouldn’t be here having this conversation.”

You hugged him tighter against you. “Thank you for trusting me. I’m glad you told me.”

“I really thought you should know the truth, before you made your decision, but please don’t tell Harrison.” His tone was verging on begging.

“I won’t say a word to him,” you promised, and completely meant it.

“Anyway, I should probably leave now, before he gets back. I promised the two of you privacy, and I’ll give you that.” He kissed the top of your head and moved to get up.

You tugged him back down. “Please don’t leave. It’s so quiet and lonely here when neither of you are around. There’s nothing, not even a single book. I hate it.”

“Just let me get dressed. I’ll stay here with you until Harrison gets back,” he offered, getting up from the bed to grab his clothes.

You were surprised he didn’t try to convince you to join him in hell again, but he was apparently full of surprises.

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Blow Your Mind

; Hoseok x Reader, Fantasy Soyeon x Reader (G)-Idle

; Genre: Smut

; Word Count: 3.4k

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, very light spanking, fantasy fxf oral and fingering

; Synopsis: When you can’t stop gushing about a classmate you find talented and beautiful, your boyfriend decides to paint a fantasy for you involving her while he makes your night

; A/N: Hi, yes. Still struggling to write. Started writing this as just a way to get something done. Ended up with 3.4k. I love Hoseok. I love Soyeon. This happened lmao Please enjoy and I haven’t proof read

“Have you heard this song that Soyeon’s produced for her music production class? Oh my god, I’m dying it’s so damn good. What the actual fuck,” You whine to your boyfriend, rolling halfway onto his body as you flail with too much energy. “Maybe you should ask if she wants to collaborate on a song or something for your final project.”

Hoseok hums lightly to himself, looking down at his phone as he scrolls through aimless pages on some subreddit he’s got obsessed with lately. He’s looking particularly fine tonight, with his white shirt clinging to him delightfully as it twists on his slim figure, and you blame that for your sudden rise in hormones.

There’s been a lack of intimate contact over the last week due to busy commitments on both your sides. One of the down sides to you both working a part-time job to fund the little apartment you’d moved into for your last year of college was that it meant you actually had to work around your class schedule.

Which meant that Hoseok was often working when you were free and you were working when he was. Today however, was a rare night off for you both and you’d begged him to stay in and just spend quality time with each other instead of going to the giant rager his fraternity brothers were throwing.

They’d given him only a mild amount of teasing when he’d decided to leave the frat house to move in with you after three years of dating, and you knew that they all loved you. Well, they loved your cooking at least and there was that old saying about the way to a man’s heart…

Still, he’s obviously been working hard in his dance classes that are scheduled carefully around his music classes as you feel the firm muscles of his abdomen flex underneath your fingertips as you trail them gently along the expanse of his front. “Baby...are you listening?”

“Of course I am. You’re gushing about Soyeon again.” Hoseok says idly, bottom lip mushed underneath his top as his eyes go a little wide behind his large circular glasses. He’s got a weird fashion craving lately for wearing increasingly odd looking spectacles and though you tease him relentlessly...he manages to pull it off.

“That’s because she’s amazing. And I think you’re amazing, so I think you’d both make a great song together. You’ve heard her rapping right? Along with the voice of a demon in disguise as an angel. That would be a song for the ages.” You sigh and flop back onto your back, letting your head rest against his stomach as he chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair.

“You know, at this rate I’m half convinced that you want me to start dating her or marry her or something. Shouldn’t it be me you’re always getting excited about?” Twisting your head, you look up at him where his brow is quirked up, pink lips turned up into a smirk and your face scrunches automatically.

“I suck your dick, isn’t that enough to inflate your ego?” He sorts out loud before contorting himself until he can press a kiss to your lips, the position awkward and not romantic or sexy. Still, the way his hand trails along the bare skin of your chest between the straps of your top has you getting hot for him fast.

He never has to do much work because despite his teasing, you’d always be hot for one Jung Hoseok.

“Oh yeah? I bet you’d let her eat you out if she asked.” Humming to yourself, you work hard to control your breathing as his fingers run along the edge of your top and skim the sensitive skin of your stomach underneath. He’s playing with the elastic waistband of your pyjama shorts lazily and despite your best intentions, you can’t stop the way your hips wriggle in anticipation of his touch.

“Of course I would. Have you seen her? You’d let your dick get sucked by her too. And I’m half tempted to say I’d watch because it’d be hot as shit.” A tiny whimper leaves you as his hand slyly makes it way beneath your shorts and the band of your boy short style underwear, your senses going wild as he explores the area just above where you need him.

“I don’t know. I do like your pretty lips wrapped around me. And I think I’d get more enjoyment watching you lose yourself to her. Can you imagine it? She’d give you that narrow eyed look that just screams sex and you’d melt into a puddle at her feet, falling to your knees as you give her those needy eyes that just beg for you to be taken care of.” He shifts behind you, tugging at your body with his free hand until you’re firmly in between his legs with your back to his chest.

The position is familiar, as you’ve cuddled in it plenty of times before but this is the first time you’ve done anything sexual like this. Normally you’d be on top of him, but despite the prodding of his erection against your lower back, he seems pretty content in building a fantasy world for you that involves another woman.

A tut falls from his lips as the movement distracts you away from the image he’s building and with a quick move of his wrist he has his index finger pressing against the sensitive bud of your clit firmly. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as you close your eyes, pressing back into him while your hips try to lift and he presses a kiss to your neck.

“Get them wet for me baby, we’ve got a bit of work to do.” He says as he pulls his hand out and gestures for you to relieve yourself of your lower garments before pressing his fingers into your mouth, a quiet groan leaving his mouth as you let your tongue play with him as you get them plenty wet enough for his needs.

As his hand moves back down, you immediately spread your legs and gasp slightly as the cool air hits your vulnerable centre, shuddering slightly. The gasp soon turns sensual as his presses his fingers back against where you need him most, moving them in slow but steady circles just like you’d taught him all those years ago.

“Are you imagining it for me baby? Imagine we’re in this position on our bed, me at your back while she’s laying between your legs. Looking up at you now with those big eyes that are letting you know just how desperate she is to taste you here.” He gives a particularly hard swivel of his fingers then and the jolt of pleasure has you gasping out as your body shivers delightfully.

“I bet she’d lean forward slowly, so slowly that you feel the heat of her breath on your pussy and she can smell you long before she’s had that taste she wants so badly. You’d be glistening for her, so wet that you’re almost dripping with excitement as you whine against me, rutting your hips against nothing while I grind my cock against your back.” You let out a garbled noise for him as your hips lift up in response to his words, getting the pressure of his fingers just right against you as he takes some of the wetness that’s leaking from your desperate entrance now and rubbing it against the swollen flesh in the centre.

“Oh god Hoseok.” Breathes fall from you in pants, the hint of a moan laced in every one as you keep your eyes closed tightly to let the fantasy world he’s taking you to stay real. He’s always had a way with words, and you’ve never been more grateful until now.

“She’d press that pretty pink tongue of hers against this wet pussy, sliding it deep into you before slowing moving up and giving you tiny, little kitten licks against your clit. Just enough to make you moan but not enough to give you what you really need. All you’d see of that beautiful face would be her eyes focused on you while her nose presses against you, her mouth busy with eating you out with the sole intention of making you scream out her name.” His fingers slide down your pussy with ease, the slick wetness making his movements easier than ever and you groan out, skin hot and sticky with sweat.

A quick move of his wrist has his index and middle finger sliding into your soaked channel, your body so turned on and ready for him that there’s almost no resistance to his intrusion. He moves slowly, letting his fingers get reacquainted with the heat of your silken walls and you pant as he scissors them for a second, the stretch burning ever so slightly with a pain that’s more pleasure than anything else.

“You know she’d see the way you keep clenching around nothing, your pussy quivering for something and leaking all that wetness that she keeps lapping up so eagerly. She’d tell you that you taste so good, that she never wants to stop tasting you and she wonders if you’d feel as good as you taste.” They slide out of you once more to run tight circles around your clit till your thighs tremble before he’s stopping again, letting the high that had been building relax as his fingers slip back into the slick warmth of you.

Hoseok growls against your neck as you tighten around them, his mouth coming down on your skin to suck a bruise into it before he’s biting down hard enough to make it smart. Almost immediately you groan and let your head fall to the side before he lets go, licking along your neck before nosing at your ear and letting his tongue trail along it so slowly it sends shivers down your back.

“I bet she’d push her fingers into this tight little pussy then; two of them would slip into you so easily that she’d add a third just so that you get something to make you feel full. Sliding into you with no resistance because you’re so wet and ready for her; moaning out as she feels every ridge inside you while you clench around them. She’d know how to please you so well too, twisting those fingers around until she’s rubbing against that spot that makes you moan and whine so prettily, pressing down on that bundle of nerves insistently until you can’t feel your toes.” It’s almost fascinating how well he’s describing it, his own fingers curling and hitting your g-spot so exquisitely that your toes are indeed curling while your legs start to feel funny.

You’d described the experience to him often, and you’re almost surprised at how well he must have listened to you. It makes it all the better now.

“Fuck Hoseok, fuck-” You gasp out, writhing against his body desperately as you feel the edge of an orgasm coming quick at the insistent touch of him. His fingers drive into you relentlessly while the heel of his palm rubs at your clit with each movement, rising the pleasure in your body higher and higher until you feel like an elastic band ready to snap at any moment.

“Imagine it baby, she’d finger you so hard that you can hear how wet you are, so slick all for her while you rut against me pathetically. She’d laugh all husky and low like you love, give you that smirk that makes your knees weak before moving forward and sucking your clit into her mouth tightly.” You keen highly against him, one hand squeezing at your covered breast needily while the other grasps at his wrist. Whether it’s to stop him or keep him going, you don’t know but he ignores you anyway as he presses an open mouthed kiss to the tendon of your throat.

“Yeah, you’d make these same noises as she did that. Mewling and whining pathetically, wiggling as you try to reach that orgasm that she’s driving you towards. And she’d be so good at it too. Her tongue would be so hot and wet against you, firm and slick against your pussy while her fingers would fill you up and press against all the right spots. You’d be so wet for her, leaking everywhere and ruining the covers.” The sounds of your bedroom consist of your heavy breathing now, lust filled moans punctuating the air frequently while the slick sounds of flesh against flesh provide a sensual soundtrack that has you going even further.

“Cum for me baby, cum for her. Cum against her mouth and soak her face, tighten that pussy around her fingers till she can barely even move them inside you.” He whispers devilishly, biting down on your neck once more while his hand works furiously inside you.

The deep tone of his voice tickling your skin combines with his fingers in your pussy and the surreal fantasy he’s built in your head until you clench around him tightly, a hand clamping on his wrist firmly while your entire body seizes up before you’re convulsing as orgasmic bliss washes over you. A long moan leaves your throat, deep and filled with all the pleasure you’re feeling as your hips buck up to meet his hand as he continues to finger you almost furiously, curled up against your g-spot that feels so sensitive now.

It’s only when you’re whining against him, pressing your face into his that he finally relents and brings his hand up for you both to look at. Tiredly, you watch as he flexes his fingers before stretching them out and you both admire the wet juices that coat his hand so beautifully, thick enough to string together.

He lets out a happy sigh before popping them into his mouth, licking each one clean before shifting your face to his and pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. It’s one of possession and triumph, his tongue licking into your mouth to claim every part of you and you submit to it with happily, your post-orgasmic state making you content to let him do whatever he wants.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” Hoseok whispers against your lips when he pulls away, still close enough for your noses to brush and for you to see the way his pupils are blown out in sheer lust. The thick length pressed to your lower back lets you know that he probably won’t be too long, but you just nod happily with a smile before rolling over onto your front, lifting a leg up just enough that he can see the sticky mess that’s your pussy.

A quiet curse leaves him as he shifts onto his knees, pushing his sweatpants off him and throwing them somewhere into the depths of your room before yanking that delightful white shirt off. Letting your head rest on your arms, you look back at him with a smile as he takes his cock into his hand and gives himself a good stroke or two.

Hoseok’s eyes focus on you and a brow raises as he shuffles closer, using his free hand to stroke the exposed skin of your ass before he swats it lightly. “Do you want it bare or condom?”

“Bare. You’ve already made a mess of me, might as well make it really messy. Besides, that was a hot fantasy. Now I want you to fulfil my cum kink and let you get off on your fantasy.” You tease lightly and he lets out a soft chiding noise, another swat making the round of your ass jiggle slightly.

“Rude. I was so nice to you, giving you this hot lesbian fantasy with the girl you’re half in love with. Letting you imagine yourself getting eaten out and fingered by her when it was my fingers that made you cum.” He grumbles to himself quietly, running his fingers along your pussy to catch your wetness which he uses as a makeshift lube on his cock.

You’re so wet that you don’t even need lube now, and as he moves over you to stroke the tip of his erection against your entrance you sigh happily. The fantasy was nice, but there’s nothing as nice as your boyfriend’s dick inside you.

Hoseok pushes in, not bothering to move slowly as you welcome the slight stretch he gives you that two fingers just can’t accomplish. A strained moan leaves him as he bottoms out, his hips pressed firmly to your ass while he places his hands on either side of your shoulders to give him the best position to drill into you.

And drill he does, not even bothering to try to give you a second orgasm or anything. The sensation of his thick cock stroking all those sensitive parts inside you that he’d coaxed into the wonderful orgasm earlier was more than enough for you, and you play your part in encouraging him to come wonderfully.

Tensing your thighs, you lift your hips up in the awkward position till you’re meeting Hoseok’s own hips and the sound of skin slapping against skin plays out once more in the room. Only this time it’s more intense and the texture of the fabric of your covers rubbing against your clit provides even more sensations that overwhelm your senses.

“Oh god Hoseok, yes.” You gasp out quietly into your arms, closing your eyes once more to focus on the sensations as your body jerks forward with each insistent thrust of his hips. He grunts in response, breathing loud against your ear and you squeeze down tightly on your inner muscles to grasp at him in a silken grip he can never replicate.

The sensation has him gasping out himself, a slight whine making it higher pitched than usual as he fucks through the tightness you’ve created for him and you just know that the extra friction and pressure is doing it right for him. “Cum for me Hoseok, I know you want to. Come on, cum for me baby.”

You’ve never been on his level of dirty talk, but you know he likes the vocal encouragement from you anyway. The words fall from your lips repeatedly, begging him to cum inside you until you’re leaking him for hours afterwards as the tiny sounds of lustful need that fall from his lips are truly music to your ears.

It’s as his thrust become more forceful and insistent yet increasingly sloppy that you know he’s reaching his peak, the ball of tightness forming in his stomach before snapping cleanly as a sharp groan escapes his throat and he’s fucking into you in tiny, short thrusts as his orgasm takes over. Each thrust is accompanied with the twitching of his cock as he ejaculates inside you before he finally comes to a stop, his forehead resting against your shoulder while you feel the layer of sweat on his body as he rests it against your own for a moment.

The shift in position causes him to slip out of you and almost immediately you feel his cum begin to escape as well, but neither of you care much as he rolls onto his back at your side after pressing a soft kiss to the skin he can reach. It’s gentle, despite the intensity of what you’d just done.

Even if it wasn’t the kinkiest thing you’d ever done, it was definitely up there in your top 5 sex with Hoseok list.

For a few minutes afterwards, the two of you lay on the bed in near silence. Hoseok’s chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath while your entire body just rests in contentment, the fantastic sex leaving you feeling just plain good. Shifting your head over to look at him, uncaring that you’re dirtying up the covers as you feel more of his cum leaking out of you and falling to the bed, you give him a small smile before moving to rest a hand against his toned bicep.

“Hmm...yeah you can definitely marry her. As long as you’re married to me too and I’m the centre of attention.” You muse quietly, giving him a quick grin as he lets out a tired laugh before looking at you with amusement.

“I think I can do that,” He smiles back, letting his fingers trail along the exposed skin of your lower back in a decidedly non-sexual manner. “Especially if you’re going to react like that again. Sign me up.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“It’s fine. You’re my number one though.”

“Disgustingly cute.”

“Only for you.”

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