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☼ Pairing: Jimin x reader

☼ Genre: tentacle monster!Jimin, some fluff, smut, mostly just pwp

☼ Count: 9k

☼ Warnings: 18+, public sex (no ones around but they’re on the beach), tentacles (kind of a given), big dick jimin, manhandling, lots of cum, some cumplay, creampie, cum inflation/belly bulge (not a whole lot, just a small bump) unprotected sex, restraints, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, thigh fucking, oral (m recieving), deep throating, anal, double penatration, minor nipple play, praise kink, mating cycles, slight impreg kink

☼ Summary: The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here.

☼ a/n: This was written for Sol’s (jamaisjoons) collab event ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ and my prompt was ‘watching fireworks.’ Uhhh this idea was originally very different and then I started thinking about tentacles and now here we are 🥴🥴🥴 Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

☼ Banner made by the absolutely amazing @jamaisjoons (who did such wonderful work on it and I hope the fic lives up to the beautiful banner she made me 💕💕💕)

You let out a small contented sigh as you slip your feet into the water. This is your favorite place in all of Busan, this hidden little jutty of rock just off one of the smaller, less popular beaches, more popular among locals only. You’ve spent more time than you can count out here hanging out with your friends, passing the time and using the salty sea breeze to help combat the heat of summer. You’ve been out here plenty on your own too, just like how you’re out here alone right now.

The sun’s dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly turning an inky black. The perfect backdrop to what’s going to happen soon and the main reason you’re out here at all to begin with rather than at home. The summer festival is happening and once the sun disappears, the sky will be decorated with fireworks, and you and your friends discovered years ago that this is the best spot to watch them, unobstructed and no one around to fight for seats.

You kick your feet idly in the water, enjoying the warmth of it as you lean back on your hands as you watch the last few rays of light slip away. You wished your friends could’ve made it though. But Namjoon was stuck in the city for work and Taehyung was out with his girlfriend at the festival. A brief feeling of sadness overcomes you because you had been planning to go with Taehyung and his girlfriend and your own boyfriend as a double date. Until he dumped you a week ago over text because he’d moved to the otherside of the country and apparently was nothing like the man you met since he didn’t even have the balls to break up in person.

You suspect that there was a lot more than his flimsy excuse of it’s just not working and long distance is hard. It most likely has something to do with the new girl that you’ve been told about that has shown up on his socials.

For what it’s worth, Taehyung and Namjoon both offered you company but you waved them off. Namjoon’s job opportunity is much more important and as much as you love Taehyung and his girlfriend, you didn’t particularly feel like being third wheel to their (normally adorable and heart warming) love.

You think this is better anyway. It’s peaceful out here. The smell of salt being carried by the breeze brings a myriad of memories that all bring a smile to your face and it’s easy to forget about the hard things in this moment. It’s healing to be out here. As much as it sucked that you got dumped, you can’t be too upset. You saw the cracks forming the more he opened his mouth and talked, if he hadn’t done it, you likely would have been doing it soon anyway. You let your head fall back, letting your eyes slip closed as you simply enjoyed this. You should tell the others that you all need to make another trip out here soon.

Plus you’d come much earlier when the sun was still high and swam some. Using the ebb and flow of the ocean to erode your worries and stress. Then you’d sprawled out on your beach towel on your rocky perch and let the sunset dry your skin before you slipped back into your shorts and tank top and allowed the peacefulness to swallow you.

You startle slightly when there’s a loud, echoing boom and color flashes across the sky. You’d been lulled into such calmness and had almost forgotten why you were out here to begin with. You watch the sky passively, watching the occasional flash of color and shapes as the firework people warm themselves and the crowds up. You know the real show won’t start for at least another 45 minutes, knowing the tell by the fact that there’s still the faintest of traces of blue on the horizon.

Your feet continue their idle movements in the water, until something slick brushes the bottom of your foot and you scream on instinct, quickly jerking your foot free from the water. You back up an extra foot from the edge, to the safety of the blanket that you spread across the rocks, just as an extra precaution. You’re sure that whatever touched you was probably just seaweed. Maybe a plastic bag or some other trash that someone carelessly threw into the ocean. But anything touching you in the water when the water is nothing more than an inky black expanse is enough for you to decide that’s enough soaking for the night.

Just as your heart rate is returning to normal, something slips over the edge of the rocks where you’d just been sitting. It gleams in the moonlight, silver, smooth, and shiny, as it makes a cursory probe at the edge, like it’s looking for something. It’s probably no thicker than your thumb and you deliriously wonder if octopi are even capable of coming up on dry land, let alone the reason why one might be coming up right now. Though the longer you stare at it, the more you realize that it’s far too smooth to be from an octopus, completely devoid of the telltale suckers.

You shuffle a little further away. You really don’t want to move too quickly, not if you don’t know what it even is and if it can follow you or how fast whatever it is. But your slight movement only seems to catch it’s attention and to your growing horror, it lashes out almost faster than you can see and wraps itself firmly around your ankle. You scream again, because aside from that, there’s really very little you can do out here all alone with it on you.

Any attempts to free yourself prove futile, the slender appendage is far stronger than you would’ve expected from such a jelly-like creature. It gives its own experimental tug, one that pulls you marginally closer to the water before you once again scramble backwards. It lets you and that just serves to freak you out more.

Then, a few more tentacles appear over the edge of the rock, watering dripping and spreading out around them and then there’s a… hand? You frown as a seemingly human hand, if perhaps a little ashen looking, plants itself on the rock right alongside the tentacles. The fingers flex for a moment before something, somehow even more surprising, appears. A fairly human face, or at least up to the eyes as that’s the furthest it raises, peaks up over the edge, gaze quickly zeroing in on you. Your heart stutters in your chest as your eyes meet and its pale silver eyes gleam like its tentacles. It’s hair is wet and slicked back and, though the locks are currently water logged and a few shades darker, it’s clearly also a similar shade of silver as its tentacles and eyes.

Another hand joins the first along the edge of the rocks and for a moment it doesn’t move at all. You stare at it, you know it’s definitely bigger than an octopus now. You don’t think you could take it. It’s dead silent aside from the gentle lapping of the waves and you’re terrified to move for fear of what it’s going to do to you. It gives the slightest of tugs on your ankle and when you don’t budge it finally lifts itself from the water.

You try to back away again, but it’s grip keeps you in place and you let out a startled scream when another tentacle darts out to wrap itself around your other ankle. The… monster… sits on its knees at the edge for a moment after pulling itself from the water.

It, he?, looks almost perfectly human. Skin a dimmed golden shade, frame small but packed with lean muscle… apparently well endowed in human terms. You jerk your gaze quickly away when you realize just where you're staring. Your life is on the line, now is not the time to to fucking ogle the monster and think about if he can get hard like a human and if it possibly gets bigger. You force yourself back to his face, cheekbones prominent and lips plush as he seems to be looking you over as well, though his gaze continually seems to dart behind you, brows knitting in confusion.

His eyes appear almost human except that it doesn’t seem like he has a pupil, silver swallowing the whole of the iris. It’s slightly disconcerting. His tentacles shift behind him, drawing your attention to them finally. The ones not on you shift behind him restlessly, never seeming to settle. A thin one drapes itself on his shoulder before slithering across his skin to the other side, forming a strange sort of living necklace. It’s hard to pin down an exact number with them constantly moving, but there seems to be a lot and they seem to come in primarily two sizes, thinner ones like the one draped around his throat and wrapped around your ankles and thicker ones easily the width of 3 or 4 fingers, you try very hard not to compare their girth with what you had glimpsed between his legs.

You’re trying to formulate a plan to get away when there’s another boom of a firework, bathing everything pink for a moment. And what you’re certainly not expecting is for the way the monster startles at the sound. The tentacles around your ankles tighten almost painfully and then before you can completely comprehend what’s going on, you’re being pulled closer to him. Once you're close enough, he’s leaning down over you and you squeeze your eyes shut, unsure of what’s about to happen but positive that it’s unlikely to be good.

But nothing happens and as the seconds stretch, you slowly peek an eye open. His face is almost directly above yours, but it’s not you that he’s looking at. Instead, he’s studiously scanning your surroundings, looking tense and on edge. When you glance at the way that he’s leaning over you, you realize that he seems to be almost… protecting you? Which only serves to confuse you more.

Deeming there to be no immediate threat, his gaze turns down to you and you freeze now that you're faced with him this close. He blinks down at you before his lips part and he makes a strange sort of clicking sound, but you’re more focused on the sharp teeth revealed when he makes noise. Definitely sharp enough to tear into you and eat his fill.

“Please don’t eat me,” you squeak out, hands coming up to cover your face.

There’s silence for a moment before a deep chuckle sounds from him. You peek between your fingers at him and there’s a smirk stretching his lips.

“Oh, I have met your kind before.” His voice is soft and surprisingly melodious given the higher pitch the clicking was.

You can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “My kind?”

His lips twitch and he tilts his head. “Humans. Are you not human?” He pushes himself up slightly to inspect you again. “You do not appear to be one of my kind.”

“There’s more of you?”

His gaze darts around. “A few.”

You swallow, about to speak again when another firework goes off. He startles above you and drops closer once more, body pressed firmly to yours as he glares around, trying to discover the source.

You’d laugh at his constant startling if your throat wasn’t suddenly so dry. His chest is every bit as firm as it looked and you can feel every shift and ripple as he looks around. It’s incredibly distracting. Why did the monster have to be hot? You squeeze your eyes shut again. You should not be thinking about how it’d feel to touch the monster with your hands. Or how other parts of him would feel.

He shifts off of you slightly. “It is safe for now.”

You blink your eyes open, frowning at him. “Safe? What are you talking about?”

His head tilts and he reminds you of a confused puppy. “Do you not hear the loud noises?”

A giggle slips out and that seems to perplex him further. “No, no. I do. It’s just… Have you not been around here before?”

“I have always lived here.”

“Have you… been on land before?”

His brows pinch and there’s the slightest of flushes coloring his cheeks a deep blue-gray. “I come up here every year.”

“How have you not heard them before then? They’re just fireworks.” You see the streak of a new one and point to it quickly, drawing his attention to it just before it reaches its peak and explodes in a sparkling cascade of gold. “They’re for entertainment. They’re not dangerous.” You pause. “Okay they are. But not at this distance. The only people who could possibly be in danger would be the ones firing them.”

“Fire… works?” He mumbles, sitting back on his haunches as his face remains tilted towards the sky even though the phosphorus has long since burned out. “Will there be more?”

You slowly push yourself up, cautious of what he might do but his focus remains firmly upwards. “Yeah, they’ll keep shooting some singles off for a little bit longer then they’ll start the big show.”

He says nothing else and you wonder if you can use the time to slip away before you realize that he still has two tentacles wrapped around your ankles. There goes your chance for escape. At least he doesn’t seem interested in eating you. Yet.

Another firework goes and you watch his eyes widen as he follows its trajectory up until it stops in an explosion of color and sound. But you’re far more taken watching the childlike glee on his face and the way the colors gleam on his skin and tentacles. The colors add another level to his already stunning looks, making him look far more ethereal and angelic. He grins as he watches and he looks much less like a terrifying monster. Though you worry what will happen once the fireworks stop and there’s nothing to distract him. Maybe when the real show starts he’ll be so engrossed that you can slip yourself free of the tentacles and make a quick and quiet escape.

You shake your head, looking away and up at the sky too. There’s nothing much you can do right now with their grip on you still too tight, so you might as well also watch the show. The fireworks are slowly starting to increase in frequency and he seems to squirm in excitement the closer together the pops of color come.

“Do you have a name?” You ask suddenly, looking back over at him. Maybe you can text Namjoon or Taehyung and tell them that if you disappear to look for something with that name. Probably Taehyung. He’d be more likely to believe that you’ve been taken by a monster than Namjoon. He’d probably ask if you’ve drank or smoked anything. Get too drunk camping once and claim that bigfoot tried to kidnap you and you never get believed again.

He doesn’t answer right away, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge that you spoke. But then his lips purse and he looks over at you for a moment. “Jimin.”

“Jimin?” He bobs his head and turns back to catch another firework going off. “My name’s Y/n.” You murmur, unsure if he’s even interested.

It hurts a little that he didn’t seem interested in you back, but you suppose that you don’t know whatever his monster customs are. And you really shouldn’t look too deeply into why it hurts that a monster doesn’t seem interested in you. That should be a good thing. It means you have a better chance of getting away.

There’s a long break in the fireworks and Jimin’s lips push out into an adorable pout as he turns to you with sad eyes. “Is it over?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s actually just getting ready to get started. Now it’s the big show. You thought it was good before. Just wait.”

He gives a simple nod and turns back to the sky, content to wait patiently for the rest. Silence descends on you both and you feel like you should be more worried about the tentacle monster sitting in front of you. But Jimin seems harmless enough, he certainly hasn’t tried to eat you or anything and that’s certainly got to count for something. He seems far more interested in the fireworks than in you now anyway.

You’re just starting to relax when something cool and damp brushes the skin of your lower back. You freeze, back stiff as whatever it is tentatively touches the warm skin before slithering further up your shirt. You bite down on the urge to scream, you don’t want to startle Jimin again. Just because he was protective before, doesn’t mean that a scream coming from you would produce the same result. And before you can twist to see what is crawling up your shirt, the tentacles around your ankles slide a little further up your legs, ends timidly probing along your flesh as they go.

Another tentacle, one of the thicker ones, slides across your arm, wrapping once around your wrist and nestling the tip into your palm. The cool sensation is bizarrely familiar and it takes you only a moment to realize that whatever crawled up your shirt a moment ago is another tentacle. You’re about to speak when a thin tentacle trails up your arm to rest against your shoulder, gently tracing your jaw and neck.

You swallow. “Um, Jimin?” All you get is a hum in response. Does he not realize what’s going on? “Jimin? What’s happening?”

Either your words or tone finally pulls his attention to you and when he sees his tentacles wrapped around you, he flushes a pretty blue. He scoots away, working to encourage them to release you, but this time of year they always have a bit more mind of their own. He makes an irritated clicking noise when they don’t move.

The one in your hand seems to respond to his sound though you’re not sure if it’s the way he wanted it to or not but it tightens around your wrist slightly before becoming… slicker?

You look at it, a weird mix of horror and maybe a little arousal. Maybe you shouldn’t have watched so much hentai when you were younger. You look back up at Jimin, at a complete loss. “Jimin?”

Jimin looks incredibly embarrassed, burying his face in his hands and making more distressed clicking noises. Probing tentacles aside, he looks adorable all flustered like this. A few of his tentacles wrap around his wrists and shoulders, patting his skin soothingly but that only seems to make him more distressed.

The tentacle at your back has reached the tie to your bikini top beneath your shirt and is prodding at the knot with interest. You don’t know what to do to stop the distress you can practically feel coming from Jimin. The tentacle in your hand squirms slightly, drawing your attention back to it. You swallow, sneaking a quick peek at Jimin as you do the only, seemingly illogical, thing you can think of right now and you close your hand around the rowdy tentacle and squeeze.

The result is instantaneous and certainly not what you had expected. Jimin moans. So then even if he’s not in control, he can still feel through them. Interesting to know. Jimin’s mouth hangs open for a moment before his gaze is meeting yours and you suddenly feel like maybe that was the wrong thing to do.

There’s simmering fire in his eyes as he tries to speak as calmly and evenly as possibly. “I told you I come here once a year, correct?” You nod and he continues. “I come here to mate.”

You blink at him, mind completely blanking out. “M-mate?” You hate how high your voice sounds.

He nods, sending a glare at the tentacles touching you. “When I saw you here, I had assumed you were one that I have spent the mating period with before.”

“Fuck, did I ruin your hookup?”

“Hookup?”

Your body heats with embarrassment. Maybe if you ask nicely, Jimin will let you go drown. “Whoever you were supposed to meet here. Did they not show up because I was here?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “I did not have plans. But sometimes if someone is near they will stop by. If they are not, I can take care of myself.”

The image of Jimin splayed out on the rocks by himself, tentacles sliding across his skin, wrapped around his cock, drawing more of those noises from him shoots straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your hand accidentally tightens around Jimin’s tentacle again, drawing a gasp from him.

“I apologize for not warning you sooner. The fireworks distracted me but it appears that it did not distract them.” He gestures to his tentacles. “Give me a moment and I should be able to free you so you can leave.”

His eyes slip closed and your gaze drags over him, startling slightly when you realize he’s started to grow hard too. You feel crazy that the first thing you think is how badly you want to touch.

This is such a bad idea, but before you can stop yourself or second guess, you’re speaking. “What if... you didn’t though?”

Jimin freezes, but the tentacles seem to grow more restless at your words. Another thick one stretches the distance between you both to rest against your thigh, slicking your skin wherever it touches.

“You do not know what you are saying.” He grits out.

The tentacle in your hand squirms and you give it a small squeeze, maintaining eye contact with Jimin as you do so you get to fully enjoy the shudder that ripples through him. “I um, think I have a pretty good idea what I’m saying.”

He shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. You didn’t think it would be so hard to convince a tentacle monster that you wanted him to fuck you. This was by far the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. For all you know, he could eat his partner afterwards. If you live past this encounter, no one would ever let you live it down. If they even believed you. Your gaze drops involuntarily back to his cock and you find that he's fully hard now. And it’s almost a little intimidating how big he is, longer and thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before. You don’t think your fingers would be able to wrap around the girth. But any apprehensions you think you’d feel normally are nowhere to be seen, all you feel is overwhelming want. You want to try to fit him, to feel the burn as he stretches you out. You want to taste and you want him to absolutely ruin you.

Unsure of any other way to convince him that you do want this, you switch tactics. If you can’t convince him with words, you’ll just have to show him what you want. You release the tentacle in your hand, though it keeps itself wrapped around your wrist, and move to remove your shirt. Seeming to know your plan, or maybe just through a stroke of luck, the tentacle that has been exploring your bikini top seems to have discovered how to undo the ties and as your top hits the ground beside you, your top slips to your lap.

His eyes dip to the scrap of fabric in your lap before they trace slowly back up, expression worryingly blank. You belatedly realize that this might not even be a good signal to him that you do want this. You don’t know what others of his kind look like, if any of them look anything like you. For the most part, he looks human enough, you’d think that maybe this was enough, that maybe this is at least sort of familiar to him. You feel suddenly self conscious, this was such a dumb idea. You really shouldn’t let the horny brain lead. You’re just about to cross your arms to cover yourself when the tentacle that had been on your thigh slithers up your stomach to sit between your breasts.

You glance at Jimin and his eyes seem darker, jaw clenched tight. His tentacles seem to grow more agitated behind him and the ones around your ankles tighten to tug you closer, both to your surprise and apparently also Jimin’s. He flushes, staring down at you with wide eyes as your thighs come to rest against his.

The tentacle on your chest squirms and Jimin’s gaze drops to watch. Your gaze drops too, intending to look at the tentacle currently writhing around on your chest and smearing slick there but you only make it halfway. Because Jimin is now fully hard, thick cock curving up towards his belly and the sight of it has you enraptured. He looked big when he was still soft, but now fully hard, or at least what you assume is fully hard, he looks positively massive. The skin of his cock is the same muted tan of the rest of him, the tip almost blue-gray, close to the color his cheeks turned but deeper in color, and it’s leaking more silvery looking fluid. You wonder if it’s the same thing that is leaking from his tentacles.

Jimin shudders and it takes only a moment for you to realize that the reason is because a thin tentacle has wrapped itself around the base of his cock. It makes you want to touch too. So tentatively, you reach out, gaze flicking between his cock and his face to gauge his reaction and giving him more than enough time to pull away.

He watches your fingers brush against the tip, dragging a smear of slick further down the shaft but he makes no move to stop you. He lets out a shaky exhale and, emboldened by the noise, you wrap your fingers around him. Or you at least try your best to because his girth keeps your fingers from meeting.

Jimin makes a rumbling noise and then there are two more tentacles massaging at your thighs, working their way up until they meet the edge of your shorts. They only probe along the fabric for a moment before slipping beneath and continuing their exploration towards the apex of your thighs. They trace the edge of your bikini bottoms before one of them presses against your pussy through the thin fabric.

You gasp and Jimin’s gaze is back on your face, attention wholly focused on you as his tentacles press again, but this time with a little more pressure. One happens to brush past your clit and you jolt, a moan slipping from your lips and the tentacles seem desperate to recreate that reaction as they narrow their focus to your clit.

Jimin groans again and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, his tentacles all stilling for a moment. He waits until you look up at him. “Are you sure? It will be harder to stop once we start. Are you positive you can handle it? I do not mind spending the time alone.”

It’s sweet how concerned he is about you. But now that he’s started, all you can think about is being fucked by him while his tentacles play with every inch of you. You squirm back slightly and he seems to take that as rejection, if the flash of disappointment you catch on his face is anything to go by. You quickly undo your shorts, tugging them down your legs, assisted by his tentacles once they reach your ankles.

He swallows and you watch as the tentacles from your ankles relocate to your thighs to keep you spread wide as the two that had been in your pants resume their work on your clit, now free of the hindrance of cloth. You bring your slick fingers to your mouth and keep eye contact as you lick them clean. It’s salty like the sea, but rather than the bitterness of cum, his has a hint of sweetness to it. It’s slightly addictive.

He stares at you for a moment and then he’s making another clicking noise and the tentacle that had been around your wrist unwraps itself and slips between your legs to join the other two already there, though it bypasses your clit to circle your dripping hole instead.

“Needy.” He coos, though you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or his tentacles. Maybe both.

He shuffles in close again, seemingly content to just watch his tentacles play with you. You whine, you like the feel of his tentacles, but you want him to touch with his hands and lips too. You want more. Maybe the needy was directed at you after all. He glances up at your noise, watching the way your mouth drops open as his tentacle finally wriggles it’s way into your pussy. It’s firmer than you expected from touching it, but still much more malleable than a cock would be. But it’s softer nature allows it greater freedom to explore your walls as it moves slowly in and out of you, certainly a different experience for you but you definitely can’t find it in you to hate it when it can reach all the right spots inside of you easily.

You reach out, grabbing the first part of Jimin you can grab, his arm, and tug him insistently down on top of you. He complies easily, seemingly curious as to what you want. You wonder if he’s ever kissed a partner before, if that’s something that his kind does. You hesitate and Jimin immediately notices, head tilting in curiosity.

“What is wrong?”

You’re gasping before you can formulate your question, the tentacle inside you having quickly found your g-spot and is now making sure to rub it with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Jimin’s head dips down and his nose rubs against yours.

“Are you okay? I have never been with a human and so I am unsure of what might hurt or bring pleasure. Please tell me if they are hurting you.”

He looks so sweet and it makes your heart stutter a little. You tilt your head, capturing his plush lips in a kiss. They’re warmer than you expected, giving the cooler temperature of his tentacles. It takes him a moment of inaction before he seems to catch on to how to kiss back. He makes a small noise when your tongue brushes his lips but he easily parts them for you. His sharp teeth skim your lip and it leaves you gasping into his mouth. He seems pleased with the response and he trails his lips across your jaw and down your neck.

“You did not answer my question.” He murmurs, teeth gently teasing the skin of your neck, mindful of their sharpness.

His tentacles are driving you mad, bringing you so close to your orgasm but seeming to know exactly when to slow back down to draw it out even longer. “What… question?” You gasp out.

“Are you okay?”

You’d scoff if the tentacles around your clit hadn’t started circling in tandem, winding the coil in your belly tighter. “So… so okay… Fuck, Jimin, are you sure you’ve never been with a human before?”

He pulls away from your neck enough to look down at you, a pleased smile stretching his lips. “I have not. Am I doing good?”

You nod enthusiastically, hands tangling in his hair to pull him back in for a messy kiss. He makes a pleased sort of clicking noise in the back of his throat and his tentacles speed up. And this time when your orgasm draws near his tentacles keep their speed rather than slowing again and you cum, back arching off the blanket as your pussy convulses around the tentacle. His tentacles continue their ministrations and Jimin pulls away to stare down at where his tentacle disappears inside you with wide eyed wonder.

He groans as he watches with rapt attention. “Does it do this every time?”

You squirm, oversensitivity quickly setting in as his tentacles refuse to let up. The borderline painful feeling robs you of words to tell him to slow down and give you just a moment to breath. The tentacle inside of you swells and then everything grows a little slicker as Jimin chokes on a gasp. You struggle to reach out to grasp any one of the tentacles, to just lessen the sensations ravaging your pussy just a little, but before you can even make contact, another tentacle is wrapping around both wrists and dragging them above your head.

“J-Jimin, please…”

Jimin pays you no mind, tentacles working faster under his focused gaze and it doesn't take long for you to be thrown into a second orgasm, though it feels almost like the first one never ended. You cry out, much too loud even if the beach is seemingly deserted right now. You shudder as your orgasm crests and Jimin’s tentacle seems to stiffen inside you before you feel suddenly wetter and stickier and full. The tentacle slips out of you after a few weaker thrusts and a small gush of thick liquid follows and the tentacle suddenly seems much less enthusiastic than its counterparts. Fuck, did that mean…?

“Jimin,” you whine, waiting until he finally tears his gaze away from your dripping pussy. “Do… do your tentacles cum too?”

His head tilts in confusion. “Come?” He thinks for a moment before realization seems to overcome him. “Ah. Do you mean do my tentacles also release?”

Embarrassment creeps over you. Something so clinical shouldn’t have you aching to be filled again when you just came twice and apparently already filled. You nod shyly.

“Yes. They also release. It is to give the best chance of a successful mating.”

You swallow, eyeing the tentacles behind him wearily. “Do they all have to?”

He shakes his head, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “They do not. Only the big ones release. And from those, they do not all release every mating.”

You feel equal parts relieved and disappointed, though you know that you should probably question your disappointment. But you’ve already come this far, no reason to start questioning your potentially bad decisions now.

He tilts his head. “Does it bother you? They do not need to do it near you if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You choke, unsure how to respond for a moment. This whole situation should really terrify and appall you. But you only find yourself growing hotter at the idea of being used by his tentacles and covered in their cum. You chew your lip before giving a small nod.

His eyes trace over your face before he seems to light up and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Does the thought of that arouse you, sweet? I must admit, most of my previous partners were less than enthused about that aspect of mating.”

You groan, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in your hands in shame but Jimin’s tentacles keep your hands studiously bound above your head. Even his own kind didn’t like it. Why were you so weird? He giggles, leaning down to brush your nose with his own. His face is set with a kind smile, but his eyes still dance with mirth and lust.

“I find it very arousing that you like it so much. Tell me what you are thinking about, sweet.”

To punctuate his words, another tentacle slips between your legs, rubbing along your sticky slit. You moan and Jimin’s eyes shine with fire. “I… was thinking about you fucking me and filling me up and leaving me all messy.”

He smirks. “I can do that, sweet. Just ask.”

“Jimin, please, fuck me… Fuck, ruin me…”

Jimin’s grin turns positively feral, sharp teeth on display. And for a moment, fear ripples through you as Jimin looks truly like a monster for the first time since he’s surfaced. But then his tentacles shift around him, eager for their chance to touch. Jimin shoos the thick tentacle away from your pussy, the ones around your thighs assisting him in situating you how he wants. He runs the tips of his cock through the mess left there by his tentacle and a pleased chirp leaves him.

“You are already so full. Do you think you can take more?” He purrs.

You nod and his cock presses against your entrance. He presses just the tip in and he stretches your pussy more than the tentacle did. You gasp, breath robbed from you as the stretch borders on too much. But Jimin seems to sense it and pauses with just the tip inside, allowing you all the time to adjust to his massive cock.

Jimin’s hands skim up your thighs, the tentacles resting passively on your clit once again coming to life and the jolt of pleasure has you squirming on Jimin’s cock. His hands rest on your hips, gripping them with bruising strength to keep you from moving. You whimper at the casual display of strength, at the way that he seems to not even be trying to hold you still while his tentacles slowly circle your clit to get you to relax.

Two other tentacles slip up your body, pressing against your breasts and kneading at the flesh experimentally. The sensation is different, while the tentacles don’t have the surface area the way a hand does, they are capable of moving in ways a hand simply can’t. They grope at the flesh, exploring and testing the limits. One brushes past your nipple, causing you to gasp and suddenly both are on the pebbled buds, playing with them to draw even more noises from you. Their motions mimic the motions on your clit and pleasure sparks across your body once again.

The tentacles shift slightly, long bodies draping down the sides of your breasts and then they press the mounds inwards, forcing the flesh together around the tentacle still resting on your sternum. Jimin grunts at the sudden pressure around his tentacle and your gaze drops to watch with fascination as the tentacle starts to thrust into the tight space, silvery tip gleaming with each press through.

Your pussy clenches at the thought of it slipping a little further up and into your mouth, of tasting that salty, sweet slick from the source. A high pitched noise sounds in Jimin’s throat as his hips stutter forward at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him and you moan as he slips a little further into you, stretching you just a little more. Now though, the stretch makes you ache for more, the burn finally passed with the aid of the tentacles playing with your clit and nipples and slowly pulling your pleasure back to the surface.

You really need him to be completely inside of you and when you dig your heels into his ass to try to get him to move, he seems hesitant. His tentacles, however, seem more than thrilled at the idea and more than happy to help you in your pursuit. The ones around your thighs tighten and pull you closer, until Jimin is buried to the hilt in the clutch of your pussy. The noise is filthy, the mess from his tentacle spilling out around his cock to smear on your thighs and drip down your ass.

Jimin goes rigid when he’s fully inside you, eyes trained on where you’re joined. He seems transfixed by the sight of your cunt swallowing down every inch he has. Your whine has his head snapping up to look at your face, drinking in the way you’re moaning. The tentacle between your breasts slips a little further up, tip bumping your chin once before it’s shifting to your lips. Your tongue darts out, swiping through the salty fluid. Jimin shudders, hips flexing where they press into you and you let your mouth fall open for his tentacle to slip in.

Your tongue swirls around the tip and it squirms, pushing in further than you expect and causing you to gag. It pulls itself from your mouth with a pop and you frown at it’s loss before shifting your gaze to Jimin, who seems to be glaring at the tentacle like it did something wrong.

“Jimin?” When he looks at you, you give him an amused smile. “It’s okay. It just takes me a minute.”

His head tilts but the tentacle makes its way tentatively back to your mouth, hovering until you open again for it to slip back in. It goes a lot slower this time, keeping its thrusts shallow. You hum encouragingly, tongue pressing and massaging the underside as it moves and the tentacle slides a little deeper. You gag only slightly this time, much more prepared now, and after a few thrusts you grow used to the intrusion and it can slip just a little bit more down your throat.

Jimin watches for a moment before groaning and then he’s pulling his cock out until just the tip remains before slamming back in. You moan around his tentacle, noise muffled as it delves further down your throat. It stays there for a moment and the lack of oxygen has your head start to spin. Your hands twitch where they’re still bound above your head, but before the real need for oxygen comes and you have to try to alert Jimin that you need to breathe, the tentacle is pulling out, switching to shallow thrusts while you get a quick break to breathe. The sudden rush of oxygen has you feeling nearly euphoric and you can only hope that the tentacle does it again. When you whine around it, it pushes back into your throat and the rest of the whine is muffled by it’s girth.

Jimin’s fingers flex against your hips as he watches and feels how much of his tentacle slips into the waiting warmth of your mouth and with a moan he starts fucking into your pussy with a quick pace. Your hands grab at the tentacle binding you, needing something, anything, to ground yourself as Jimin fucks you senseless. You feel wholly overwhelmed at the way his cock fills you, the way the tentacles swirl around your clit, your nipples and breasts, at the way the one in your mouth begins to stiffen up.

The tentacles shift on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh once again before pinching at your nipples. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth and it gives a shudder before flooding your mouth and throat. You choke slightly, jerking your head slightly at the sheer volume being released into your mouth, far more than you can handle. Spit and cum drip from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to swallow and the tentacle pulls itself from your mouth before it's finished, painting the lower half of your face even more in its silvery essence. Jimin’s eyes gleam at the sight, seeming to become even more frantic with his thrusts.

“J-jimin…” You whine, voice rough from use. You’re not entirely sure what you’d finish that statement with.

“You are doing so well.” He coos and the praise has your mind going fuzzy. “You look so pretty like this.”

He reaches up, sliding a hand through the mess on your cheeks before letting his hand drag the mess back down your body, leaving a shiny trail down your throat, in the valley between your breasts and across your stomach. He slams in particularly hard and you cry out, voice echoing across the empty beach and ocean, much too loud but you no longer care.

Jimin glows golden, the light haloing him and your fucked out mind is sluggish to make sense of the sudden color change. Then you remember why you were out here to begin with and you make the connection just as the resounding boom of the firework follows just after the shower of color. The fireworks show must be finally starting because the next second Jimin is bathed in blue, then pink.

But as quick as your attention was taken by the colorful shadows splashed across Jimin’s beautiful face, it’s taken back as he shifts suddenly, hands leaving your hips to push your thighs together as he continues to fuck you. Your calves come to rest on one shoulder and Jimin uses the new position to fuck you even harder.

Something slick drags along the crease where your thighs are pressed together and a second later a tentacle is pushing into the tight space. Your skin tingles where it presses into your skin and with every thrust it makes through the tight press of your thighs, it bumps the tentacles on your clit. Jimin presses a kiss to your leg and you feel the breath leave him as his tentacle speeds up and he hisses.

The sensations are nearly overwhelming, to the point that you almost miss the new slim tentacle kneading the flesh of your ass. It delivers a pinch to the skin that leaves you gasping and you’re much more aware of it as it runs along the seam of your ass. You squirm, or at least attempt to, because between the tentacles restraining you and Jimin’s firm grip on your thighs, you’re left nearly immobile as you get fucked. The tentacle slips a little further up, gathering some slick before it’s dipping back down to prod at the tight ring of muscle of your hole.

You shudder and if you could move, you’d press down onto the tentacle, force it to fill you because you need it as much as you need Jimin’s cock in you. “Fuck, please, don’t tease…”

Jimin’s face is set in concentration and you don’t think he heard you, except a second later the tentacle breaches your ass. You moan, glad that it was a smaller one to start. It thrusts tentatively, growing bolder as your noises raise in pitch and then a second slim tentacle is joining, slipping past the tight ring of muscle to thrust in counterpoint to the first.

Jimin’s thrusts slow, his head tilting back as he pants. He looks like a sculpture, so beautiful that it aches a little. Something that people should look at and marvel over. A moan slips past his lips as the tentacles in your ass speed up a little, taking some time to also shift apart and spread you open even more.

“You… are endless…” Jimin breaths out. It sounds reverent.

The tentacles slip from you and you have no time to mourn the loss before they’re being replaced by one of the thicker tentacles. The stretch hurts a little, but with so many other things happening to your body at the same time, you’re quickly distracted from the ache. The tentacle stills anyway, allowing you time to adjust to its thick girth.

“You are so full of surprises.” He says, head dropping forward once more to let his gaze rake over your shuddering figure.

The tentacle in your ass thrusts in response to Jimin’s words and when you don’t indicate any pain, both pull out and thrust roughly back in. The tentacle between your thighs and in your ass thrust opposite Jimin, keeping you full and stimulated when Jimin pulls out.

“Please… Jimin please, fill me up, you said you would…” You feel slightly delirious with need, every thrust of his tentacle adds extra pressure to your clit and you feel so close to cumming, teetering on the edge.

Jimin gives you no verbal response, only that of him pressing your thighs together a little harder. A few more thrusts of the tentacle between your thighs has you clamping down on Jimin’s cock and the one in your ass as you cum, body shuddering as the tentacles and Jimin continue to thrust. You squeeze your eyes shut, vision nearly whiting out entirely as your orgasm slams into you. The tentacle between your thighs lasts only a handful more thrusts before its stiffening and releasing, splattering your chest, belly, and thighs in the silver cum. It gives a few weak final spurts before slipping back through your thighs as Jimin parts them once more.

His cock twitches as his gaze falls over you messy form, the normally silvery liquid lighting up in splashes of color with every new explosion that happens above you both. He’s never seen a more beautiful sight. One of his hands lands on your thigh as the other bats his tentacles away from your clit, an action that you're grateful for for only a moment because he quickly replaces them with his fingers. You arch and cry out, jerking your hands with enough force that you seem to startle the binding tentacle and it releases you. Your hands wrap around his wrist, tugging futilely at it to get him to let up.

You moan his name desperately, trying to squirm away from the sensation as his tentacles keep you held close as he continues to fuck you through your overstimulation.

“Can you do that for me one more time? You feel so good when you do that, sweet.”

You whimper. You want to say no, that it hurts a little and that you really don’t think you’re capable of another orgasm. But the pout he wears stops you and you find yourself nodding without even thinking about how you’re going to get past the too much feeling currently overwhelming your body.

Jimin gives you another feral grin, eyes roving over your figure as his fingers work quick circles around your clit. For no experience with a human, he’s an incredibly fast learner. He seems to know your body better than your ex had and the two of you had been together for almost 2 years.

The tentacles on your breasts move to collect some of the slick covering you, smearing it around your nipples as the pinch and play with them, the slick adding a new layer of feeling to the actions.

“Come on, sweet.” Jimin purrs as his cock seems to swell ever more and the tentacle in your ass starts to stiffen.

Another rough thrust and a few twists of his fingers and you’re cumming again with a cry of his name. Your pussy and ass convulses around him and Jimin lets out a series of clicks and chirps as he finally cums, flooding your pussy and ass with more silvery slick. There seems to be a never ending stream from his cock and after a few moments, pressure on your lower stomach makes you look down, groaning at the sight of your slightly distended belly.

Jimin makes a contented noise, rubbing gently over the swell. “You would look so beautiful swollen with my children.”

His cock gives another twitch and a feeble last spurt of cum and Jimin and his tentacles seem to deflate. His chin presses to his chest as he takes in slow, deep breaths. The tentacles all slowly slip from your body and you mourn the slight warmth you lose. Another few moments pass and then Jimin is gingerly pulling his cock from your abuse pussy and gazing over your whole body with almost reverence.

You feel too exhausted to do much more, but you can feel his cum dripping from you, forming a puddle beneath your ass. At least you're next to the ocean for easy clean up. If you had the energy to do that. Maybe in 5 minutes… Or an hour. You can’t even feel your legs right now. You’re pretty sure you’d just drown.

Jimin stretches out beside you, arm coming to wrap around your middle, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it lands in a mess. You blearily realize that his tentacles seem much smaller now too. His head tilts and you realize that he’s watching the fireworks again. Like he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you ruined for anyone who comes after him.

You watch in silence for a while, endeared by Jimin’s ohs and ahs as he discovers new types of fireworks, the different shapes and effects that can happen.

“Jimin.” You call softly. His nose brushes your shoulder in response. “Will… Nevermind. It’s stupid.”

Jimin pushes himself up enough so that he can look down at you, frown marring his pretty face. “What is it?”

You fidget, suddenly hating that you’re naked and still covered in him. You glance over at the water.

“Do you wish to go in, sweet?”

It’s an easy out and you don’t feel strong enough to ask the real question yet, so you give him a simple nod. He grins, scooping you up and gracefully sliding you both into the water, arm wrapped tight around your middle to keep you afloat.

Colors flash around you as you stare into Jimin’s eyes, every color reflected there as well. Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. He lets out a surprised noise and then giggles when you pull away.

“Do you wish to go again?”

Embarrassment fills you and you shake your head. “No. Um…” You take a deep breath. You can do this. “Will I see you again?”

Jimin’s face is unreadable for a painful stretch of time, though you’re sure it’s only a few seconds before he’s grinning. “I find myself quite taken by humans. I could certainly use a guide.”

You grin back, pecking him again. “First lesson, when humans like someone and want to spend time with them and go on dates, they give them kisses.”

He hums, giving you a kiss of his own, just a little deeper than yours. “I think I quite like kisses.” Then he grins and it’s full of mischief. “I think fireworks are my favorite though.”

You snort, prodding him with a finger. “You sure it’s the fireworks you like?”

He makes a thoughtful noise before nodding. “They make you luminous, sweet.”

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the summer bucketlist | m.list

When the weather sees the return of sunshine and warmth, the joy and exuberance of summer is revived, and everyone rushes to enjoy the season to the fullest. Bonfire nights with your friends, seeing brilliant firework displays or laying under the stars on a humid night and watching the world go by. Learning to surf, or dive or snorkel or simply collecting seashells along the shore. Late nights at the amusement parks, thrilling roller-coaster rides or spectacular views on the Ferris Wheel. Skinny dipping in a lake after dark, attending a film or music festival, or even just visiting the popup street market in your city. Everything you had been dreaming off since the start of autumn, you can do once again. And who better to do it with, than the boys who bring more joy and warmth to our lives than summer itself?

Welcome to ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ - a writing event/author collab hosted by @jamaisjoons

The Summer Bucketlist: BTS Edition - is an event in which various different authors can sign up to write a story based on traditional Bucketlist Items. Find their stories below!

⟶ song of the sea; knj ⇥ @jamaisjoons ➳ fantasy au. little mermaid au. ↳ ⎡Take a Trip to the Museum⎦

« Captivated by the sight of you, he can’t help but watch you swim around his home. And when you turn to leave, he doesn’t know what overcomes him - but as if spellbound - he finds himself following you back to land. »

⟶ molotov cocktail; jhs ⇥ @yeoldontknow ➳ bartender au. arranged marriage au. ↳ ⎡Take a Cocktail Class⎦

« You met him January, on a night when you were newly single and newly wanting to break free from your father’s unyielding control. You left him in January, full of regret but full of purpose. You meet him again in July, and now you want nothing more than to run to the ends of the earth with him, to burn down the shape your life has taken in the hope of making something new. »

⟶ luminous; pjm ⇥ @luffles424 ➳ summer festival au. tentacle monster au. ↳ ⎡Watch Fireworks⎦

« The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here. »

⟶ sticky situation; kth ⇥ @jiminsfault ➳ camping au. established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Go Camping⎦

« You hate camping, but Taehyung is determined on changing your mind on that. »

⟶ pull me in; jhs ⇥ @guccybangtan ➳ established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Go to a Water Park⎦

« In the heat of the summer, there's nothing more relaxing than relaxing than a nice trip to the water park. »

⟶ a beautiful epiphany; jjk ⇥ @onherwings ➳ friends to lovers au. ↳ ⎡Join an Art Contest⎦

« Who would have thought that falling in love with your muse could either lead to something beautiful or bring you to your own demise? »

⟶ love grows where you go; myg ⇥ @rookiegukie ➳ arranged marriage au. pining au. ↳ ⎡Watch the Sunset on the Beach⎦

« Determined to make you and Yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. You know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you're positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don't find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. That is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned. »

⟶ petrichor; pjm ⇥ @taetaewonderland ➳ strangers to lovers au. domestic au. ↳ ⎡Go on a Picnic⎦

« There are smells in the world that can trigger your brain to think of a memory almost in an instant. »

⟶ sun cockblock; myg ⇥ @cremeandsuga ➳ best friends to lovers au. summer au. ↳ ⎡Join a Sandcastle Building Competition⎦

« Cancún was always a trip to remember - sun, beaches, hookups and day drinking, not to mention the annual sand castle competition you entered with your best friend every year. Yoongi smells like Copper Tone sunblock and heaven. Entering a sandcastle competition with one of the least competitive people in the world was pure agony — but it didn’t dawn to you that your best friend wasn’t competitive because he was confident he would win. Upon your loss, he sees you trying to soothe the burn of it (and the sun) with the beach bartender. He may smell like Copper Tone sunblock and heaven, but he’s sure you feel like heaven. »

⟶ rejuvenation; myg & jhs ⇥ @caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma ➳ spa owners au. ↳ ⎡Treat Yourself to a Spa Day⎦

« You finally get a break from work and you decide to indulge in a little pampering and self-care. During lunch, your friend slips a card into your hand for an exclusive spa with a special referral discount. How can you resist? Let’s hope the Bangtan Blossoms Spa provides the relaxation & rejuvenation experience you desperately seek. »

⟶ just a taste; kth ⇥ @xjoonchildx ➳ pwp au. ↳ ⎡Go Wine Tasting⎦

« He’s hot. he’s considerate. He’s refusing to make a move. weeks of sexual frustration come to a head at a wine tasting and -- this is going to shock NO ONE -- smut ensues. »

⟶ lollipop; myg ⇥ @ironicarmy ➳ neighbours to lovers au. ↳ ⎡Attempt to make Ice Cream⎦

« It’s a hot summer day, he’s desperate, and your ice lollies taste like heaven. »

⟶ carnival lights; kth ⇥ @taephilia ➳ haunted carnival au. horror au. ↳ ⎡Visit a Carnival⎦

« With half of your friend group graduated and leaving your hometown to move to the city for work, you and your friends decide to have one last adventure together (in the words of hobi even though it’s only may and you see each other like every day). But things are always different in the nighttime and you never know what’s lurking between the funnel cakes. »

⟶ midnight menagerie; knj ⇥ @jooneggs ➳ friends to lovers au. ↳ ⎡Go to a Botanical Garden⎦

« Like water, cradling your fragile soul, Namjoon has held the lily of your heart all your life and you wish you could let him know just how much that means to you. Coincidentally, it just so happens you can: in a week's time when you're stuck in the holiday of your life at Namjoon's father's Botanical gardens. Will you finally get to repay him in a bed of roses or will he be the one to make the bouquet for you? »

⟶ ferris drink; jhs ⇥ @salvejoon ➳ pwp au. established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Ride a Ferris Wheel⎦

« Your boyfriend has a bucket list of places he wants to do the nasty and next up is a Ferris Wheel. »

⟶ hose wars; ksj & myg ⇥ @babybinnyboy ➳ neighbour au. ↳ ⎡Have a Water Fight⎦

« Spending a summer in a little coastal town was supposed to be relaxing. It wasn't supposed to include a broken AC unit, record break heatwave, a hose, 2 ridiculously confident, attractive neighbors with an annoyingly low fence. »

⟶ cut shot; myg ⇥ @kimtaehyunq ➳ vacation au. established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Learn to Volleyball⎦

« He hates the water, he hates the heat, and he hates the Sun. Any form of physical activity is a big no-no, yet Min Yoongi will go out of his way to show that he loves you on your mini vacation. »

⟶ eternal summer; pjm ⇥ @aiimaginesbts ➳ childhood friends to lovers au. vacation au. ↳ ⎡Go Sightseeing on Vacation⎦

« Breaking up with my boyfriend leaves an empty spot on the overseas vacation that I had been looking forward to for a long time. I’m torn between abandoning the trip or going it solo when someone offers to tag along. However, having Jimin, my best friend go with me may not be the best idea — since my crush on him has never gone away. »

⟶ sway with me; knj & jhs ⇥ @minjoonalist ➳ established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Take a Boat Ride⎦

« You love celebrating your anniversary, it was the only special part about summer that you looked forward to every year- But when your husband Is unable to make the availability due to his job- You thought why not make the best of it? »

⟶ ecstatic shock; jhs ⇥ @iluvstrawberry ➳ strangers to lovers au. abo au. ↳ ⎡Host a BBQ⎦

« The garden party your parents throw every year is coming up. Seeing your conservative parents, is something you definitely don’t want to face on your own. But with all your friends being busy, you’ve decided to accept your fate and drown your sorrows at your favourite bar. Enter: Jung Hoseok, bartender, lifesaver and the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever seen. »

⟶ kaleidoscopic; knj ⇥ @boywivlove ➳ established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Go Paintballing⎦

« You and Namjoon decide to blow off some steam and go to a paint balling range, one multicoloured blitzkrieg later; bruised, sweaty and victorious you celebrate your win. »

⟶ undercurrent; jjk ⇥ @jjungkooksthighs ➳ best friends to lovers au. post college au. ↳ ⎡Go Diving⎦

« After a year and six months of sea fare and many more nights of sunken eyes that had been dotted with the black shadings of sleeplessness that you’d helped to nurse him because of, the fruits of your best friend’s efforts had earned him the completion of his mission to map the entire eastern seaboard. In all his work, though, Jungkook has not gotten the chance to dive at many of the areas scattered around the ocean in the vastness of the seas. You decide to take him to a previously unmarked, unmapped sector of the sea after following his own nautical charts. The catch is this: you’re afraid of the water. What happens when you find yourself following after him and into the arms of the sea after years of pent up sexual frustration that you blame entirely on him? »

a/n: this is incredibly late but onefgeoingoeitng i hope you enjoy reading all of these works! If you participated in the collab but your fic isn’t on here, it’s because it hasn’t appeared in the tags! please feel free to DM with the link to the fic!!

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outofsstyles · 4 years

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a/n: hello my loves!! I’m very excited to share this one with you all!! This is my fic for @berrynarrybanana‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge, the prompt I chose being ‘Against The Wall’!! So before anything, I just wanted to say a special thank you to Casey and everyone that helped put together the challenge, it was really fun to do :) this one is basically a bit of plot with a lot of smut sooo... as always feedback is very welcome, and I hope everyone enjoys it!!

Word count: 7.7k

Pairing: boyfriend!Harry + reader

Rating: M

You go out for brunch with an old friend and Harry’s frustrated.

You sigh contently as you find yourself slowly waking up.

The soft sound of your alarm plays in the background, making you reach your arm from under the warm covers to stop the noise. Once the room gets quiet again, you allow yourself to relax back to your previous position, snuggling further into your boyfriend’s body. You assume he’s asleep, considering he’s a heavy sleeper -especially on his off days - usually needing a bit coaxing until he wakes up from his deep slumber.

Even with your eyes closed, you can still picture his peaceful face. His eyelids resting gently on his cheekbones, lips forming a slight pout as he breathes out small puffs - sometimes a snore or two between them. It’s something that with time you’ve learned to find it endearing, getting to a point where you now have a hard time sleeping without his sleeping sounds.

You’re almost dozing off once again when you feel Harry shifting behind you. A small groan catches your attention, making you aware that he is, in fact, awake. The arm that’s mindlessly draped over your hip moves up, pulling you further into his body so that your back is fully against his chest. You can feel him nosing up into your hair, his lips brushing on your neck over the strands.

At this point you know for sure he doesn’t plan on getting any extra snoozing minutes in the morning. He shifts once more, you can feel his head moving up and, even with your eyes still shut you can tell he’s looking down at you with hooded eyelids and morning puffy lips.

His fingers work on moving your locks gently from your neck, quickly moving down to press soft kisses along your now-exposed shoulder. The feeling is soft and gentle as he works his way up to your neck, stopping for a moment to nuzzle further — breathing you in. His breath hits your skin and the ends of his hair tickle the side of your face.

You can’t help but let out a giggle at the feeling, shrugging your shoulder slightly. “Go back to sleep, we still have a few minutes,” you whisper, though he seems to ignore you, only sucking lightly on your skin in response. “Harry.”

He hums in response, you can tell he’s barely aware of the words coming out of your mouth. His hands grabbing into your waist tighter as he moves up to splatter kisses on your jawline. It’s at this moment he brings his hips to meet yours with a small roll that you realize what’s happening, becoming aware of the growing bulge inside his sweats.

For the first time in the morning, you shoot your eyes open, looking over your shoulder to the needy man behind you.

His hair is charmingly messy from having just woken up as he looks down at you for a moment. As you predicted, his rosy lips are almost inviting you to bite into them. You notice his darkened irises when he thrusts his hips against your backside once again, this time breathing out a whimper as he presses his forehead against yours.

“So that’s what this is all bout, huh?” You turn your body to face him, reaching your hand to move some locks away from his face.

“Need you,” he mutters, his thigh moving between your legs as he pulls you closer to him.

“Can see that,” you chuckle, alluding to his lump pressing on the base of your stomach. “Need some love, don’t you, baby?”

“Please,” he groans, his lips finding yours hungrily as he pulls you into a kiss.

It’s evident to you how much he’s yearning for it by the way he wastes no time licking into your mouth. Still, he moves are slow and lazy, maybe from the sleepiness that still takes over both your heads. But you’re thankful for how it allows you to enhance the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

You can feel the damp in your underwear starting to grow, trying to press your thighs together to get some kind of relief, only to be prevented by his own that’s placed between them. It’s not clear if he can feel your arousal pooling on your underwear or not, but it doesn’t really matter to you when you feel him flexing his muscle under you. The new pressure makes you roll your hips almost involuntarily, the friction hitting your clit in just the way you need it. You can’t help the moan that escapes your throat, only digging your nails deeper into his roots.

Harry’s hand grips tighter onto your waist, guiding your hips to hump on his thigh once more. The covers around you that once served as a warm shelter from the chilly night are now suddenly too hot, making you grab onto them blindly and pushing it away from your tangled bodies. You reach your hand back to his hair, pulling it gently and earning a muffled whimper from him.

Despite having just woken up, you can feel every cell of your body completely aware. It’s the effect he has on you. Being able to fill up all your senses in the most endearing yet overwhelming way. The taste of his tongue on your mouth. The grip of his hand over the thin layer of your pajama shirt. The feeling of his muscle rubbing deliciously on your clothed pussy. It’s almost too much, but yet you still want more -- need more.

He pushes you back slowly into the mattress so he can hover his body above yours, breaking your kiss just for a moment as he finds his spot quickly between your thighs. You press your heels under his bum, pulling him in so your hips can meet.

At this point, your minds are clouded by the desire of having the other as close as possible. Your moves are still lethargic from sleep and the kiss is getting a bit sloppy, your tongues meeting lazily and your teeth clutching awkwardly, but neither of you seems to mind.

One of his hands travels down your body, finding the hem of your -his- oversized shirt and slipping under it. Your skin is warm under his touch as he caresses your waist tenderly. He moves it up teasingly slow, and it’s at the moment his thumb meets the side of your breast that the sound of your alarm echoes once again.

On any other occasion, you would simply ignore it, turn it back down and go back to enjoying Harry’s touch. But what makes you groan in frustration is the realization of the particular sound that was taking over the previously quiet room. Is the one sound you had chosen to indicate that you had plans for the day, and that was your final warning to get up if you don’t want to be late for them. You remember when you set it, knowing your own tendencies of just ignoring your alarm and stealing a few more minutes of sleep.

At the time you gave yourself a pat in the back for thinking of this solution, but right now you just wish you had never thought it in the first place.

“Leave it,” Harry says, spreading kisses across your cheek as you reach your arm to turn off the sound. You want nothing more than to listen to him and pretend the interruption never happened, but in this case, you just move your hands to his shoulders, pushing him away from you gently. His brows knit together at the gesture, his hand grabbing your wrist as you sit up, trying to pull you towards him. “What’s this for? Come back here.”

“We don’t have time, H.” You sigh, rubbing your hand on your forehead. “We’re meeting Alice for brunch.”

“Brunch?” he scoffs, lying back down dramatically. The frustration from the sudden interruption evident in his voice, and you don’t blame him for it. “Whose idea was it to meet for brunch?”

You giggle at his dramatics, shaking your head slightly. “You know very well whose it was.” You say, “now c’mon grumpy get up, we have to get ready.”

“Can’t believe I’m being denied morning sex for brunch,” he says. “You’re a monster for this.”

You laugh, leaning back down to give him a small peck. “We just have to do this one thing today,” you whisper, caressing your thumb against his hairline. “Then I’m all yours, okay?”

“Sounds promising,” he sighs, grinning up at you, his eyes watching your lips shamelessly. “Give me one last kiss then?”

You happily oblige his request, closing the space between the two of you and meeting his waiting lips. But before you can pull back his hand reaches for your neck, tangling on your hair and pulling you back in. His tongue licks your bottom lip and you allow him to deepen the kiss for just a moment, earning a small whine as you separate from him.

“Do we really have to go to this brunch?” he asks, gazing at you with a pout on his mouth and a frown between his brows, much like a child that’s being denied his favorite treat.

You shake your head at him, getting up from the bed. “Yes we do, H — this has been planned for weeks now,” you arch your eyebrows at him. “Alice is very excited about this double date.”

“Can’t wait to spend hours with Mr. and Mrs. Perfect,” he buffs, rolling his eyes.

“Harry!” You laugh, picking up a pillow and throwing it playfully at him. “Behave, please — this is not the most pleasing experience for me as well.”

“Then why are we even going?” He moves his hand to lie on top of your knee, caressing his thumb against it. This gesture might seem innocent in a different context, but you know very well what he’s trying to achieve with his fingers tapping on your skin. And you know that it only takes one look into his puppy eyes for you to fall into his trap.

So you shake your head slightly, reminding yourself that you do not want to deal with a mad Alice if you cancel the plans for the day. And with that thought in mind, you finally get up from the bed, causing Harry’s hand to fall back on the wrinkled sheets, meeting his pleading eyes for just a moment before you respond to his question still lingering in the air.

“Because I’m a good friend,” you turn on your heels in the bathroom's direction, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Also, she’s not Mrs. Perfect yet, they’re just engaged,” you can see his grin widen at your words. You stop by the bathroom entrance, pointing a finger back at him, your eyes flicker for barely a second to the growing bulge straining his sweats, “take care of your… Problem, and go get ready.”

The cold water drops stream down your face when you hear a soft knock on the door behind you, followed by a mop of curls entering the bathroom space.

You reach for the face towel lying on the hook next to the big mirror in front of you, catching Harry’s eyes on the reflection as he approaches you with a smug look on his face. It’s the face he makes when he’s just done something cheeky. That being when he broke your favorite mug by accident, or, well, in this case, jerked off on your bed while you took a shower. His arms quickly wrap around your middle, his nose nuzzling into your wet strands. The position is similar to the one you found yourself in the earlier, and you know very well that if you allow it his hands will be quick to untie the strings of your robe and finish what you started.

The thought of it it’s tempting and makes you lean back on him, tilting your neck just a bit so he’s able to press a kiss on your jaw.

“Smell so good,” he points out, resting his chin on your shoulder and meeting your gaze in the reflection.

“Thank you,” you bite back a smile, dabbing the towel against your cheeks to dry your face. “Used your shampoo.”

“I can tell, love,” he gives one last peck on your hair, unwrapping his arms from around you and walking towards the shower. “My turn now.”

He peeks at you over his shoulder, you can see his smirk growing as his hands wrap on the hem of his pajama shirt, pulling it over his head. You know what he’s doing. He’s teasing you. It almost seems like a punishment -- if you think about it. And he knows it.

You try not to fall for it, though, quickly moving your eyes away and trying to occupy yourself with your body lotion. But you can’t help but wander your eyes in his direction again once you hear the faucet being open.

Harry’s broad shoulders are a sight you can never get enough of. The way the muscles on his back flex when he moves a certain way. His sun-kissed skin, from the morning hikes he does every so often, makes you want to bite and suck into it, carve your nails along his back -- mark him in the way that makes him moan into your ear. He leans to pull down his sweats and you almost lose it.

“Everything alright?” His voice breaks you from your thoughts, making you jump. You look up to meet his eyes once again glancing at you from over his shoulder. You want to slap the grin out of his face for not only making you fall for his trap, but also for catching you while doing it.

“Yes!” You clear your throat, breaking the eye contact, and putting back the forgotten lotion laying on your hands. “I’ll finish getting ready,” you nod to yourself, turning on your heels and leaving the small space without sparing another look in his direction.

It’s not hard to spot Alice as soon as you enter the small cafe she chose for the occasion.

She’s one of the few people sitting at a table on the terrace, her polished vintage dress looking oddly out of place compared to the laid-back outfits of the group of girls sitting a couple of tables away. Her blonde hair is pulled perfectly on top of her head, not a single strand out of place.

There’s a reason Harry and you call her “Mrs. Perfect” — which is a nickname you’d never dare to speak out loud outside of your little inside joke bubble. And that is, she’s always been impeccable on every single aspect of her life. She was a perfect student. She’s a perfect daughter. And well, she’s soon to be the perfect wife.

Growing up with a friend like her around was annoying for sure, but you soon got used to the comparisons, learning to ignore them. After all, it’s not like you ever had a choice with Alice, you two pretty much were born into this friendship — considering your mothers were old college friends.

But despite everything, you still genuinely like Alice. She’s become like one of those cousins you may have nothing in common with, but you’ve been through so much together that you can’t picture your life without them.

She knows you better than anyone. Well, almost anyone.

Which is why you feel silly for the growing nervous feeling settling itself at the pit of your stomach, you’ve known her your entire life for god’s sake, what are you even nervous about? It still doesn’t stop you from fidgeting with the fabric of your dress skirt, rubbing your palms through it swiftly as you approach her.

Harry keeps his hand firm on your waist, his thumb caressing it soothingly as he pulls you against him. You’re grateful for his reassuring gesture, knowing that although he probably still feels frustrated for not being able to get off properly earlier, he still pulls it aside to comfort you when he feels you tense up. It’s something that makes your heart skip a bit lightly, how sweet he can be without having to say a single word.

A squeal leaves Alice’s lips as soon as she notices you, jumping from her chair with a smile big enough that almost takes over her entire face.

“I missed you so much, sis!” She pulls you into a tight hug, her voice roaring in your ear. “It’s been way too long, almost seems like your running away from me.”

You’re instantly met with the strong scent of lavender as you try to embrace her in an awkward position -- her arms being wrapped over your own. “Wouldn’t dream of that.”

She withdraws with her hands grabbing onto your shoulders, the amused expression never leaving your face as she scans your body. “I love the dress!” She drops her arms to find a hold on your hands, barely giving you any time to thank her. “It’s really nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too,” you say, catching a glimpse of the sparkle on her finger, caused by the brand new ring resting in it. You gasp as you remember the sole reason why she invited you for this brunch, “Oh! Congratulations again, by the way, I bet you two are really excited.”

“Thank you! Jamie and I can’t wait, we’ve already started planning everything, and it’s barely been a week!” She squeals, locking her arm with her silent fiancé, who simply smiles shyly at her when she brings her hand up to show you the ring up close. “And thank you for the flowers, they’ve matched perfectly with our new marble countertop.”

“Of course they did,” you chuckle, “Harry actually is the one who chose them.” You grin at your boyfriend who’s standing awkwardly next to you, finding his hand with yours.

“Oh,” she finally acknowledges him when you pull him closer to include him in the conversation. “I didn’t know you liked flowers, Harry.”

He shrugs, “I mean, who doesn’t like flowers, right?” He gazes down at you with a smile you know it’s one he only gives for the sake of being friendly.

The thing is, you know Harry and Alice never really got along. You don’t know exactly why, but they just don’t seem to mesh well together. At the beginning of your relationship, he did try his best to please her, seeing she’s a big part of your life. But the poor thing never really seemed to get it right with her. And it doesn’t help that she’s always been vocal about her discontent with you two being together (once going as far as trying to match you with one of Jamie’s friends).

So Harry gave up on attempting to get her to like him, accepting that you’d never leave him because of her. You know on the inside; it killed him, being a people-pleaser was in his nature, but he also did not feel like simply sitting back and watching her completely disregard your relationship.

Most of the time, you find it amusing to watch them bicker at each other in the most passive-aggressive ways, but right now as you feel the tension grows in the air you just want to get this over with as fast as possible.

“So why don’t we sit down and take a look at the menu? I’m starving!” You exclaim, not waiting for an answer as you make your way to sit on a chair that wasn’t previously occupied, patting the one next to you happily as you motion for Harry to sit on it.

It doesn’t take long until Alice starts babbling excitedly about all the topics regarding her wedding preparations. You try your best to keep up with the amount of information she’s throwing at you while you nab a piece of the blueberry pancake that’s presented in front of you — which, in a first look seemed like something right out of a Pinterest page. Taking into consideration that your knowledge about anything wedding-related comes from Say Yes To The Dress, you don’t really say much, only nodding along to her words.

It’s when she mentions something about the difference in cake layers (something about how she wanted to stick with the traditional format if there even is a difference), that’s when you feel it. Harry’s hand settling on top of your knee — much like it had earlier in the morning, and just like then, you know it’s not just a simple gesture of affection as you feel his fingertips circling gently on your skin.

At this point, your mind has completely toned out from the conversation, Alice’s voice becoming more of background noise. Your focus is entirely on his hand moving teasingly slow up under your dress skirt, the movement sending a sparkle down your spine right to a growing damp spot on your underwear.

You glance at him and he has a shit-eating grin on his face, his eyes fixated on the chatty girl as he nods along to whatever she’s rambling about. He glimpses at you for a moment, though, catching your eyes watching him before he leans down to take a sip of his drink. His tongue pokes out to wrap around the reusable straw. The action is simple, and it wouldn’t even mean anything if his hand didn’t grip on your thigh, moving up again so now it’s completely covered by your dress.

It’s ridiculous, really, how affected he can make you by doing something as trivial as siping on his drink. You could blame yourself for taking your mind to the filthiest places over a simple gesture, but it’s when he pulls back a bit too early, allowing a bit of juice to drip down his chin, that you know he’s doing it on purpose.

He makes a show of peeking at you again when he moves his thumb to catch the drop running down his skin, licking into it quickly before he breaks the eye contact again. You have to hold back as to not shake your head in disbelief at his teasing manner. Readjusting your posture, you gaze down at your plate, trying not to think of how his pinky is rubbing your skin dangerously close to your dripping core.

A call of your name makes you jump a bit, your eyes shooting up to meet Alice’s already watching you. She smiles as if she’s waiting for some kind of answer to a question you didn’t pay attention to, so you simply blink at her.

“Are you still with us?” She laughs, “Did you hear what I just said?”

You open your mouth but closes it again, not really knowing how to answer her. “I’m sorry—I — I was just thinking—”

“You’re always on your head, aren’t you?” She interrupts with a chuckle. “I was talking about your pair for the wedding.”

“Oh,” you say, your eyebrows connecting on a frown at her words. “I thought that—” you begin, glancing at Harry who’s just watching the scene with an amused grin on his face.

“I was thinking of pairing you with Noah, you remember him, right?” She questions.

Of course you remember Noah. He’s one of Jamie’s buff friends she had tried to set you up with on a couple of occasions. It doesn’t surprise you that’s she’s trying it again, this time using her wedding as an excuse. It still baffles you that after so long she’s still trying to pull this move. You try to think of how to find the right words to say to her proposal. You want to protest, of course. You want to argue. And more importantly, you want to tell her off.

But before a single word can come out of your mouth, your attention is brought back to Harry’s hand resting between your legs, as it now moves over your clothed heat. His finger applying the tiniest bit of pressure to where your clit aches with desire. You can’t hold back the small gasp that leaves your lips at the action, which makes the girl in front of you arch her eyebrows in confusion.

“I do remember — uhm, yes I— I know who he is,” you hit yourself mentally for being so flustered, feeling a warmth take over your cheeks as you reach for your glass of water to take a sip.

“Perfect! The pairing would be just for the ceremony,” she gazes at Harry with an apologetic smile. “I hope you don’t mind, it’s just that we’re closest to him, you know?”

“Of course,” he says while circling his fingers harsher over the material of your underwear. You swallow back a whimper, trying to clasp your thighs shut but his hand prevents you from doing so, only picking up the pace.

“I knew you’d understand, I’ve been telling Jamie it wasn’t that big of a deal,” Alice turns to her fiancé, grasping his hand lovingly, completely unaware of your change of behavior (which, for the first time in years, makes you glad for her self-absorbed nature).

It’s getting harder to stay still as you feel jolts of pleasure running through your body, the feeling of your climax getting closer at each second. You bring your hand to rest under your chin, leaning forward slightly as an attempt to cover your hips rolling on Harry’s hand. Focusing every cell in your body as to not let out a moan in the middle of the brunch table.

He knows you’re close, feeling you clench your thighs around his hand, your wetness already escaping the limits of your underwear. You can sense your orgasm building up, but before you can even feel the tightness in your stomach his movements cease and he retracts his hand completely from you.

You’re thankful that Alice’s focus is on Jamie when you gaze at Harry with eyes almost cussing at him. He has the smuggest look on his face, though, picking up a strawberry that’s left on his plate and chewing it slowly. He meets your astounded gaze, arching his eyebrows as if they said: “got a taste of your own medicine.”

When you finally step back into your apartment — after what seemed like an eternity of listening to Alice’s wedding talk — you barely have time to register your surroundings. The keys you were fumbling with fall from your hands to the wooden floor, and you find yourself pressed back against the wall next to the entrance door.

It takes you a second to reciprocate Harry’s hungry lips finding yours — being taken back by the sudden move.

The kiss is filled with a desire, a craving for each other that just seemed to grow stronger as time passed. Unlike the ones you shared earlier when you woke up, this time your lips move harsher, more desperate.

You allow your purse to fall mindlessly to the floor, bringing your hands to tangle on his locks. He is all you want to focus on. The taste of his lips. The shape of his arms. The grip of his hands on your waist. You want to feel every inch of his skin against yours. To get drunk on him. You’re aching for it.

A groan escapes his lips and gets lost on your throat as you pull on the root of his hair, scratching your nails on the base of his neck slightly.

“You drive me mad, darling,” his mouth brushes against yours. His low voice makes you open your eyes, only to be met with his own dark irises watching you. “Absolutely mad.”

“Yeah?” It’s all you manage to say when he moves to sponge kisses along your jawline, whining as his lips suck a spot on your skin.

He bites into your earlobe, “yeah, baby.” His voice is just above a whisper, the low tone sending a spark down your spine — contributing to the growing wet spot on your underwear. “Just wanna eat you up.”

You whimper, locking your eyes once again. Your hand moves down on his chest, grabbing his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer. “Please, H”

“What is it, darling?” His face is growing on a smug grin, his eyes glimpsing with a look you know all too well. It’s the look he gives you when he wants to hear you beg him for it, no matter how desperate he is as well, you know he won’t budge. It makes you whine in frustration. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You— please, I—” you move your hips toward his thigh, trying to find some sort of relief. “Just need you.”

“I know, love. But I need you to tell me.” His hand grabs your chin gently, tilting it up so you won’t break eye contact. “Want me to lick into that pretty little cunt of yours?” the grip on your waist tightens, preventing you from rolling your hips against his thigh. “Want my fingers deep inside you ‘til you’re cumming all over my chin?” You whimper, “Is that what you need, baby?”

“Yes—yes, please,” you plead, the words coming out of your mouth rushed and slurred — thanks to your mind clouded with desire.

Harry leans to give you one last peck, sucking in your bottom lip gently before he pulls away. You’re glad that he doesn’t decide to tease you as he usually does — normally taking much longer to comply with your pleas, wanting to push all your buttons to almost your limit.

Watching him get on his knees in front of you is quite the sight if you’re honest. You wish you could get it tattooed on the inside of your eyelids, the strands of his hair falling on his forehead when he gazes up at you with a smirk on his face. In a right state of mind, you’d poke at his dimples and splatter kisses all over his cheeks. But in the position you’re in, you only run your hand through his curls, moving the locks to get a better look of his eyes. A moan getting caught in your throat as you’re met with his dilated pupils.

His fingertips move along the skin of your leg, so softly that causes goosebumps to rise on the back of your neck. He leans forward to nuzzle his nose on the inside of your thigh, biting into the skin gently before he presses kisses on the area. The skirt of your dress falls around his head, preventing you from seeing what he’s doing.

You part your legs impatiently, rolling your hips once more.

“Patience,” he mutters against your skin, sucking it in for a second before he moves up. “Gosh, baby, can smell you from here,” he groans, pressing an open-mouthed kiss so close to where you need him that you almost melt in his touch. “Is this all for me?”

A whine escapes your lips, “All yours.”

You feel him press a kiss on top of your core before he pulls his head from under the fabric, staring up at you with the fondest smile on his face. “All mine, darling,” his hand move up your legs, playing with the waistband of your underwear before pulling it down slowly. “Always mine.”

He helps you step out of your underwear when it reaches the floor, throwing it blindly to his side. You can feel your arousal dripping on your skin now that you’re exposed. Harry’s hand wraps around your ankle, bringing your leg over his shoulder, making it so that you’re fully open for him. The sudden change of position makes you lose your balance a bit, leaning back on the wall and tangling your nails on his roots to prevent yourself from falling.

The look he gives you as he sucks into the spot on your inner thigh is almost obscene, but you can’t find it in yourself to break the eye contact. Your breath catches in your throat in anticipation when he noses into your skin, much like before, but this time around he doesn’t take his time, doesn’t tease, needing it just as much (if not more) than you do.

It seems like an eternity until you finally feel his tongue licking into your sensitive folds, your knees give out just a bit when you jerk your hips involuntarily. His hand moves from gripping into your hip to splay across your lower stomach, pinning you back against the wall lightly.

“Don’t fall,” you almost miss his voice, your mind hazy with desire.

You feel a desperate need to see him, watch him work his tongue into you as he gazes up with his lust-filled eyes. But the bottom of your dress flows over his head, not leaving much for you to see, and it’s almost agonizing to an extent. So with trembling hands, you grab the fabric of your dress, barely pulling it up before you let it go as his lips wrap around your clit, teeth grazing it as he sucks the nub softly.

“Shit— Harry, please,” you mumble under your breath, bumping your head on the wall behind you as you throw it back in a moan. Your fingers dig deeper into his locks, that being the only thing you can really hold on to — considering your surroundings. The action causes him to groan against you, sending the most delicious vibration as he brings his tongue to lick into your folds once more.

“Feels so good, baby— you’re so good,” you praise him in between moans, your hips now rolling against his mouth as he keeps eating you as if it’s his first meal in weeks. You know how smug he gets when praised, being the self-proclaimed narcissist he is, always loving to hear you say it. Say it how good he is. How good he makes you feel. How no one can do it like him.

The way he dives further just proves your point, burying his face into your pussy until not even his hair is visible to you. His hand gripping tightly onto your leg lets go, his fingertips caressing your skin, making its way to where his skilled mouth worked. He teases the tip of his finger on your entrance, rubbing it softly which makes you clench in anticipation.

You try to roll your hips impatiently, but the hand on your stomach keeps you in place. “Harry,” you whimper, feeling your high start to settle on the pit of your belly while he works his tongue on your clit. “Fuck—please,” his finger still circles on your folds, entering just barely. “Please— almost there.”

With that, he slides fully in, rubbing his finger against your walls before pulling it back out. Before you can even find it in your mind to complain about the emptiness he pushes two digits back inside, working on a fast pace that makes your stomach tense, and your knees threaten to give out once more. You can feel the pleasure take over your entire body as you get closer and closer to your high. Harry knows it too, he knows those signs all too well. The way you flutter around his fingers. The way you repeat his name -- almost like a mantra, under your breath. The way you can’t control your hips as they jerk towards his mouth.

You still announce it to him, though, muttering “I’m cumming,” repeatedly as you moan, your voice coming out in a high pitch.

Harry doesn’t respond, however, only increasing his movements as he helps you prolong your orgasm as much as he can. His tongue only working harder on your clit, making you arch your back against him. Your hands flop around you trying to find something to hold on to, one grabbing his hand that’s still spread on your belly while the other tries to grasp on his hair over the material of your dress.

Your eyes are closed shut when you feel your leg drop from his shoulder, his hands finding their way to grip on your waist so you don’t lose your balance. He pulls his head from under your dress, getting up to pin you against the wall. You’re still trying to catch your breath when you open your eyes, only to be met with his smirk looking down at you.

His body is pinning you against the wall, to which you’re grateful for, considering you don’t trust your shaky legs. His chin is glistening with your arousal, and you can feel it once he leans down to connect your lips.

He presses his pelvis against yours, allowing you to feel the very prominent bulge of his cock straining under his trousers. You mewl at the thought of finally having him buried inside of you after hours of yearning for it. Despite still being sensitive from your orgasm, you still long for more, you crave for that overwhelming feeling of having him fill up all of your senses.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, as a way to keep your balance once his hand leaves your hips to fiddle with his belt. He keeps your mouths connected, his tongue licking into your mouth in an almost desperate manner. He pulls back for a moment once his trousers loosen around his hips, stepping back to push them down along with his briefs — not having the patience to pull them out all the way, so he simply just lets them hang around his knees.

And just as he does so his cock slaps out of his briefs to stand proudly upon his stomach. There’s a line of precum already dripping down his length as it looked so inviting it makes your mouth water and your knees buckle in anticipation.

“Come here,” he commands, closing the space between you as his hands pat at the back of your thighs.

You don’t have to be told twice, wrapping your legs around his middle as he hoists you, backing you against the wall for support. The new position making so that his tip brushes just barely between your folds. It’s enough, however, to send a chill straight to your drenched core, making you clench around the emptiness.

“Harry,” you whimper, carving your nails onto his shoulder blades.

The sound makes his smirk grow, “left me aching for you, love,” he mutters, it’s clear he’s trying to keep a composed front, but his uneven breath and his grip on your waist betrays his intention. He reaches his hand to grip his cock, stroking the tip between your lower lips. “Gonna let me fuck you now, darling?”

Your breath hitches on your throat as you nod, the closeness making your noses brush. Please stumble out of your lips without a single thought behind them, the expectation clouding your mind.

He doesn’t waste another second, pushing his hips so that you can finally feel him filling you up in just the way you craved since the moment you had woken up. His head falls forward, connecting your foreheads as he curses under his breath. You whine when he stops once he’s fully buried inside of you, moving your hips impatiently.

“Just—” you breathe out, “move— please, fuck me.”

“Look at you,” he pulls back just a bit, moving his hand down to grip at your ass. “Gonna let me have you against the wall, baby?”

You don’t have time to even register his words as he slams his hips against yours, not giving you any time to adjust to his hard pace. It’s just what you need, though, having fast and rough, his hands grasping so tightly at your skin you know it’ll probably leave a mark later on, but you don’t mind it — you want it, even, as a reminder of the blissful feeling that is having him thrusting his cock inside of you as he pins you against the hard surface.

“God, baby — fuck — such a good girl,” he grunts, letting his head leans to lie at the base of your neck. “Feel so good, so tight around me.”

The filth of his words only makes you clasp your walls around him, only enhancing the euphoric feeling of his length pounding inside of you. It rips a high moan from both your lips — Harry’s being muffled as he bites down into the skin of your shoulder. You know it won’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm, already feeling the pressure settling at the pit of your stomach.

You just have one problem.

And that being the discomforting throb starting to creep at your lower back. You try to ignore it and focus solely on the pleasure slowly taking over your body, but you soon start to shift around as he presses you further against the wall.

Harry senses your annoyance when your whimpers start to become less frequent. So he pulls his head back from its previous position that allowed him to suck at the skin of your neck, slowing his pace as he looks at you with a puzzled expression. “Everything alright?”

You groan in frustration as he ceases his movements. “It’s just—” you can’t help but chuckle at your situation, shaking your head at yourself. You’re almost embarrassed to say it out loud focusing your glance at a spot over his shoulder. “The wall isn’t really doing wonders for my back,” you shift again.

He giggles. He straight up giggles at you, it would make you roll your eyes if his cock wasn’t still buried inside of you.

“Stop laughing, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You’re adorable,” he smiles fondly down at you, “Can you stand?”

You nod, “I think so, yeah.”

He steps back, pulling out of you completely as he allows you to place your wobbly legs on the floor. He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to face the wall, “turn around for me, baby.”

You do as he says, turning to face away from him. His hand presses between your shoulders, nuzzling you so that your chest is now pressed against the solid surface, your hands resting next to your face as you glance at him.

His hand caresses your hair away from your face, part of it sticking to your forehead thanks to the thin layer of sweat that’s forming on your skin. You barely have any time to register his tender gesture, though, as he pushes his length right back in, picking up his rough pace so easily that it was as if nothing had interrupted it. It’s sudden, and it rips a moan right out of your throat, your nails digging at the wall.

“There we go,” it’s impressive how quick his voice goes back to its low and raspy tone, having gushed at you not even ten seconds ago. “Have to make sure - shit, darling - have to make sure you’re feeling good.”

“So good,” you whine.

The new position makes it harder for you to meet his eyes, but you don’t think about it for long, feeling yours roll to the back of your head as he slams his hips just right.

His hands tangle on your hair, pulling at it so that you lean back to meet his chest. You don’t even register when he reaches behind your legs, only realizing it when you feel his fingers circling at your clit. And there it is again. You climax feeling so close you can almost see it.

Your walls pulsate around his cock as his rhythm becomes more and more desperate. His head leans forward, his hot breath hitting your ear as he mumbles a mixture of swears and urges.

“Cum for me,” he moans, picking up the pace of his fingers rubbing at your nub. “Let me feel you, baby.”

This is the exact feeling you’ve been yearning for. The overstimulation that makes your legs give out and your body to spasm on his arms. You reach your high with a moan of his name and tears pooling up at your waterline, your hand reaching behind you to scratch his roots as he sucks a spot on your skin right at your jawline.

Harry’s orgasm doesn’t take much longer after yours, his thrusts becoming sloppier, his breathing heavy and uneven, being broken by a needy moan or two. Soon, you feel the so familiar warmth between your legs, the feeling of his climax making him stumble a bit onward, making your body pressed between his own and the wall.

It takes a bit until you manage to catch your breath, your dress sticking to your skin thanks to the sweat. When Harry pulls out, you can feel the warmth of his cum dripping down your legs, making you chuckle lightly as you turn to look at him. He’s leaning to pull out his trousers completely, the locks of his hair falling messily against his forehead.

“Looks like we need another shower,” you motion at the mess between your thighs.

“Are you calling me stinky?” He teases, stepping out of the clothing before straightening his posture. His face scrunches in a pained expression as he moves a hand to rub his back. “Think it’s not just your back that’s sore after this one, love.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Seems like we both just need some nice, relaxing massages.”

He smirks at your suggestion, “like the sound of that.”

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