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no-luscinia-no-amore · 5 months

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Hi!!! I really love your snake Crowley plush and I want to make a similar one both as A Friend and also as like, a mini weighted blanket type thing to drape over myself when I'm anxious. Did you use a pattern for him?

Hellloooooo! I am unbelievably delighted that my snake child is so beloved!!! First, I have definitely been cuddling with him as a weighted blanket snek and honestly the snakey form is sssso much better than a blanket imo because he's A Wiggly Friend rather than just a big suffocating warm thing. Highly recommended!

Second, no I did not use a pre existing pattern, but I can tell you what I did and if the instructions are too vague I can (try to) write a real one up to share! I am kinda an intuitive (lmao, messy) knitter in that I hate fixing mistakes so I just integrate any I make into the project and let whatever happens guide the process but there was a method which emerged eventually.

This is LONG. But here we go:

Here's the yarn I used. Total, 120ish (maybe 160??) yd of super bulky for his belly and 4 skeins of 2 strands held together (total 450ish yd?) of a bulky worsted for his back. It was on sale? Definitely go bulky as you can manage, otherwise you'll be at this forever. If I was rich I would have held together a strand of silk blend black with the plain superwash for a pretty glistening look but whatever

Cascade yarn is the best mid grade superwash ever.

I like the look of held together yarn for contrast against the belly, makes the black stitches look more scaled and have a softer drape but whatever, if you hate holding strands together and prefer a more overall bulky look, use super bulky all over. Bernat is cheaper than wool for sure too.

I knitted his belly first, using US 13/9mm needles and K stitch. I was doing a snake crowley glove project at the same time and knitting them in the round half black half red. It SUCKED and was unmanageable. I hate colourwork. So, tummy first to establish length because it's easier to rip out if I make a horrible mistake. That happened a lot as he kept getting longer and longer and I tried to do increases without looking while watching much ado about nothing and ...etc

The top was knitted in stockinette with 10.5/6mm needles directly onto his belly, by sliding the last black stitch of the row onto the right needle, picking up a red stitch from the first row available of the belly, moving the black stick back over to the left above the red stitch, and then k or p2tog in stockinette. I always picked up the red stitch knitwise because I'm lazy.

It sounds way more complicated than it is, but you must 1) know what your stitches look like so you consistently pick up the same one each row and 2) be careful not to skip a belly row, since it'll end up crooked and janky if you skip one or accidentally pick up twice from the same row (bulky, lighter colour, knit stitch all helped a lot here! Do the belly first!)

This made the cool effect of stippling at the transition and meant I didn't have to sew anything together ever but it also made stuffing him HELL ON WHEELS since it was a 6+ ft tube already by the time I stuffed (I'll explain stuffing at the end)

If you do this, use circulars. Easier to deal with all the twisting and chaos once you're 3 feet in. You can just knit the sections separately and baste them at the end OR only knit them together on one side and baste the other at the end oh godammit why didn't I do that

Ok, back to the belly.

Here's a closer look at the bottom of his snoot;

You can see I'm a messy increaser lmao. I did the increases in the middle so there would be a throat look, I think? That was a long time ago when I thought he would be about 4 feet of snek. Anyway, start with a small amount of stitches (looks like I was at 3?) increase row by row for the eye socket/jaw part, and then decrease after a few rows. Sometimes I knit a few rows to see what I'm working with, then trace what I have and sketch out the rest of the shape/size I'm aiming for. I did not do that here, just increased until it looked like the width I wanted and then knit a couple rows before decreasing a little for his neck.

Except snakes don't really have necks, but whatever. You should think of the belly as the BASE of the whole thing. Don't get clever trying to increase and decrease too much for shaping, I did that and it was hell when making the top. Find a stitch width past the head part which seems cuddly/about 1/3 of the total round shape you'll want to end up with after stuffing and knit that for a million years until you've attached your last red skein.

I started decreasing for his tail to end up being 1/4 of his total length. You'll be obsessively measuring the whole time because making him takes forever, so do math or just decide "its tail time!"

Just k2tog at the second to last stitch on the needle (because remember, you'll be picking up the last stitch for the top!) an odd number of rows at a time. This is where it's hard to really write a pattern because those red stitches are hidden by the construction! Ultimately, after 4-5 ft of the belly you should be familiar with your gauge and know how many stitches will make a smooth transitional taper. If you oops and decrease too many times on the same edge creating a weird angle, who cares. You'll be hiding so many sins with the top part. Once you're down to 5 stitches or so, switch to circulars or dpns and make as long of an icord as feels right to you, decreasing at some point to bind off your cord with a final total of 2 stitches.

Ok, top part. Decide which side of the belly is the inside! Or wait to see what you end up with like I did lmao.

I picked up the red snoot stitches instead of casting on and started knitting with the black yarn in reverse stockinette. Actually I changed my mind about 5 rows in to his snoot which side was going to face out, but whatever. Same thing, stockinette stitch. After 5ish rows of knitting black stitches, picking up the red stitch and knitting them together in pattern, switch stockinette directions (knit two rows, then purl, then knit etc) so his snoot is snooty.

Ok real talk, what I actually did for his head was, first, I just picked up red stitches and knitted them in pattern WITHOUT reducing to account for them, because I wanted the top curve of his head and body to be larger than the belly. Picking up without k2tog will increase each row by 1 stitch!

Then, once it was obviously a bit larger, what I did for picking up the red stitches at his mouth without increasing was:

k2tog the second and third to last black stitches, move last stitch over, pick up red stitch, move black stitch back, knit the black stitch, knit the red stitch. This looks different than the body, as you can see here:

Head has black stitches interlaced with red, body just has red stitches stippling the transition. If you like the snaggly toothy look, do it that way for his face I guess! Or make it not look like trash, expecting nobody will ever see it up close but you! Lmao

I added some wrong way stitches to mark where his eyes would go (as eyebrows!) but if you don't have a good sense of how the head is coming together don't do that.

Follow along your belly increases while knitting/attaching the top, more or less. No need to mark exactly when increase/decreases happened, just try to keep the width of the back a little wider than the belly. You can increase by just not k2tog the red stitch you pick up! When you decrease, do that with the second and third stitches of the row instead of at the end, so you don't end up with a mess of k2togs always clustered together.

Also don't be stupid like I was and decide to just go nuts increasing and then frantically have to decrease unless you want him to be randomly fat in the middle ok?

Ok stuffing.

Ideally you sew his eyes on first. If you want to wait until his head is stuffed, just know you'll be trapped in the hell that I was and be VERY CAREFUL that you don't stab through the bead tube.

Start stuffing around 4-5 feet in (OR ONLY ATTACH HIM ON ONE SIDE whatever! I am so annoyed I only just NOW figured that out but I didn't have to sew anything but his eyes I GUESS) It will be impossible to travel with him after this and will make it hard to manage the turning of stockinette but anything is better than stuffing a 7ft tube. I used about 7lb of poly beads but only you know how heavy you want him.

I cut the legs off 2 pairs of tights (4 long tubes) poured just the beads into 2 of them, and mixed beads with stuffing into the other 2. Tightly tie off the open tops! Or sew them but...why

If you don't care about seeing the stuffing through the stitches, then intersperse stuffing around and between your tubes of beads. If you do care, gods be with you because I rolled the stuffing up into a very long piece of velvet and shoved it in there but nope, nobody should do that. I don't know why they don't make black poly stuffing.

His eyes are 48mm vintage buttons so I can't give you a link for them. If you're trying to make a similar sized snake fren you'll probably want to use 35mm-50mm. Nobody sells large enough safety/snap eyes in yellow cat eyes, as far as I can tell after searching for a couple of weeks :(

OK THAT'S ALL tell me if you want better close ups or anything or if you'd like this in a real pattern?? I have never written a pattern. But I might in the name of snekCrowleys for the world!

#snake!crowley #knitted snek #sorta a pattern #q&a #good omens fanart #fiber fanart

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rainileo · 3 years

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hilariously unpredictable

bf!mingyu x (female reader)

warnings: pwp, somewhat domestic bf mingyu, sweet bf mingyu, best boy mingyu, ass play, spanking, ass biting (?), mingyu likes ass lol, unprotected sex, anal sex, choking, anal fingering, size kink, crying, dom mingyu, mingyu is very skilled sexually lol, pussy slapping, squirting, swearing

lmk if i miss anything (not completely proof read)

feedback is appreciated!

anon’s asked;

What would it feel like to try anal with Mingyu for the first time?

oh my god I can’t stop thinking about mingyu and pussy slapping

a/n: mingyu is our resident ass man,,, so obviously i had to write this lmao. the dialogue kinda lacks and sorry if it makes no sense )i was high writing this im sorry landjsk)

mingyu could be hilariously unpredictable sometimes.

especially in the bedroom. it could be confusing and unexpected when he would randomly come to you, curiously asking if you’d like to try something new in bed. it was surprising because he would always suggest the most random things, varying to very questionable kinks and positions, and so much more.

but it was good, his unpredictability left you on edge, always wondering what he would suggest next, and if it would be something new that you both like and so on.

that was one of the many reasons why you loved mingyu; he was so comfortable around you and could easily express himself around you without judgment. it was a both way type thing and it worked out for the two of you.

now the two of you were seated on the couch, him laying on top of you, head resting on your chest and gently stroking your side underneath yours (his) shirt.

“babe.” mingyu says flatly, looking up to you. the both of you were originally watching the movie until he caught your attention, the movie soon forgotten.

you knew this scenario all to well, recalling him always starting with the ‘babe’.

you turned to him and sigh, “yeah?” you question, tilting your head to the side. his hand that was rubbing your side now squeezes your waist, him now leaving gentle kisses on your chest. once again, you knew this situation all too well and was already preparing for him to suggest something.

“i was talking to the guys,” he says between kisses, “and...” he trails off, biting down into your skin roughly and looks up to you with those eyes. you bite your lip in anticipation, feeling yourself buzz in excitement, “and?” you question a little too quickly for your liking.

“i wanna try anal.” he throws out, squeezing your waist tightly in question and you feel your stomach toss at the proposal. again, he leaves you breathless from his unpredictability. you almost feel lightheaded thinking about it, wondering if it would be a hit or miss.

your heart begins to pound in your chest and you nod, smiling at him happily.

mingyu, being the best boyfriend he is, took you to the shower to help you clean, and he even went over precautions and rules to keep you comfortable and safe. he also fingered you to prepare you as well, stretching you out only using his spit for lubricant.

once the two of you finish, he carries you to the bedroom, sitting himself down on the edge of your shared bed and positioning you to stand between his legs.

you were both completely bare, water droplets still making their way down your damp bodies. the air was cold until his hands immediately find their usual spot on your ass, pulling you closer to him, pressing your chest against his and wrapping your arms around his neck.

his larger body immediately radiated heat on to you, causing you to shiver from the new found warmth. he found it incredibly endearing they way you were so small compared to him that even when he sat on your shared bed that was pretty high up off the ground, his form still towers over you.

“god i love how small you are.” he grunts out and leans in, kissing you roughly. you gasp out against his lips as he spanks your ass harshly; he then takes advantage of your open mouth and forcefully shoves his tongue in to your entrance to explore. you allow him in and continue to intensely make out.

your hands grip onto his shoulders, digging your nails into him as he roughly grabs your ass, spanking it again. you squirm on him and moan into his mouth out of reaction and he pulls away, leaving the two of you breathless, chests both heaving up and down.

the two of you sit in comfortable silence, both staring in awe at each other as the both of you are still slightly damp, swollen lips from the intense kisses and skin a light blush red from the heat of the moment.

but the heat of the moment is cut short when you open your mouth, “who the hell is going on about anal over there?” you randomly blurt out, ruining your sensual moment with mingyu. he burst out laughing at your sudden question, because he didn’t really have a valid answer either.

“it was in the moment,” he says between laughs. you laugh at his excuse and he continues, “it was just the direction of the conversation, just-,” he cuts himself off and pauses, closing his eyes to attempt to regain composure and so do you, successfully failing and laughing together again.

“-just don’t ask?” you finish his sentence, placing your small hands on his cheeks gently. he laughs out of his nose, snorting again cutely and leaning to you once more, pressing your noses together. he nods, agreeing with your comment, “yeah, just don’t ask.” he jokingly dismisses, leaning in to kiss you again, large hands roughly gripping your ass again. he smiles into the kiss and moves his tongue to lick against your bottom lip, making you whimper slightly.

the mood shifts back as you guys kiss for a few more minutes until he pulls away, moving down towards your neck and giving wet kisses all over it. he immediately finds your sweet spot, licking and sucking over it, causing you to moan and shift in front of him. he notes the way your chest rubs against his, your nipples getting harder every time you move. he bends over and leaves his original spot to move down to your boobs, giving them both missed attention by pulling your nipples occasionally and massaging them.

you watch down on him, playing with his hair and biting your lip in anticipation, revelling in the feeling of his mouth. he pulls away and suddenly grips your hips and turns you around in 180 degrees.

you yelp at the suddenness but allow him to manhandle you the way he wants. he moves his hands to your thighs underneath your ass and strokes the skin, pinching causing you to softly gaso. you brace yourself on his knees beside you and he hunches over, leaning down to your tailbone, giving it gentle kisses too.

you reach a hand around to grip his hair, threading your fingers through his locks and pulling as begins he digs his nails into your skin. you flip your hair to the side to get a better look at him and he looks up at you, giving you a devious smirk, biting harshly on the curve of you spine.

your eye brows knit together when he moves his hand between your thighs, index finger lightly brushing against your core. your breathing increases, the sounds of it resounding between the two of you. you shiver and goosebumps erupt along your skin as he strokes the inside of your thigh, avoiding where you needed him the most.

“fuck.” you spit, the gentleness of your voice contrasting the way he suddenly, not so gently slaps your pussy. you yelp and bite your lip, fingers gripping his hair tightly again.

he lifts his head back to level with yours to move your hair over your shoulder and kisses you gently, biting too. “you’re such a good girl for me.” the praise goes straight to you core and you squirm, awaiting his next move.

the friction immediately giving you pleasure. your eyes flutter close in reaction to his touches as he continues to play with you. he leans over to the side table with his other hand and reaches for your lube, speedily putting some on his finger in and going to your awaiting hole and pushing it in quickly and unexpectedly. your mouth drops open in surprise, moaning out and then biting your lip to conceal your noises. the feeling was still foreign but pleasurable. you revel in the slow building pleasure as he pumps his finger into you, his preparation ritual the exact same as he would with the other hole. your knees almost give out from the new pleasure, it all becoming overwhelming in your standing position, which you curse him for putting you in.

“more please,” you weakly let out, moving your hand down to your bundle of nerves to relieve yourself, roughly rubbing to assist in the achievement of pleasure and comfort.

over a few minutes he adds more fingers, slowly and soon enough he has four fingers knuckle deep inside you, pumping in and out of you. you finally indicate that you’re ready when you release a pleasured sigh. he notices and perks,

“are you ready?” he whispers against your spine and you whine, gripping his hair tighter to show your response (which is obviously yes). he smiles against your skin, removing his fingers and impressively picking you up by your rib cage and places you over his lap, straddling him. you’re still facing the opposite direction from him, wanting to see him but he uses your new position to push your chest forwards to kiss and bite at the supple skin of your ass.

you dig your nails into his thigh in reaction and wiggle your ass in his face teasingly. he takes that opportunity to spank you again, a red hand print blooming on your skin. he puts you back into your original position, pulling you against his chest by putting his hand around your neck, lightly asphyxiating you. “are you ready for my cock baby?” he says, now rubbing his dick against your rim, awaiting your approval.

you nod and you turn to face him and lean in to kiss him for the nth time. while you to kiss sloppily, he directs his cock to your hole and pushes in slowly. you whine into his mouth, gripping onto him aggressively, trying to find a way to distract yourself from the burning stretching pain.

“f-fuck, mingyu holy shit.” you never let go of your grip on him, probably leaving colourful marks that he will have to hide later. you struggle and you try to relax around him, as he is barely half way in you. he grunts into your ear and grips your neck harder. “fucking relax.” he demands and you whine out, closing your eyes and concentrating on relaxing.

sometimes mingyu's large dick could be really exciting when it’s in other places other than your ass, but then again you remember you felt the same way when you first fucked him, with the alternative hole.

once you’re finally relaxed, he easily slides fully into you. you let out a long moan, a hand moving to grip his hair between your fingers.“jesus fuck.” you let out against him, your breathing laboured from the new intense feeling. he smiles again at you reaction, now grinding your hips backwards and forwards on his dick.

he loves how uncensored you can become during sex and always finds it incredibly hot. you feel that he enjoyed that when he twitches inside you. “such a dirty mouth.” he comments and you whimper, moving your hips with his force that pushes them.

he moves his right hand between your legs and goes straight to your dripping core, rubbing over your wet hole, and the left moving to wrap around your waist to hold you flush against him.

his fingers easily slide in. you gasp and turn your head to look between your legs. you were dripping around his fingers, the wetness adding as lubricant.

“you fucking love being filled like this, don’t you?” he nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, simultaneously taking in your scent. he pushes on, his words going straight to your center, making you clench around his digits. you nod your head furiously and he chuckles into your ear.

his cock continues to slide in and out of you, the feeling of him against both your walls being practically euphoric.

his fingers strategically thrust inside of you, his thumb going to your clit and rubbing, causing you to moan out, face contorting out of pleasure.

the sensations were so overwhelming and you already felt yourself coming to your end, legs shaking around him.

his fingers and cock coincidentally hit your spots at the exact same time and you throw your head back onto his shoulder,

“fuck!” you let out, back arching and mouth dropping open. his fingers pick up their pace, his hips too; and you feel your end nearing, body practically on fire as sweat builds everywhere. you moan out his name and a string of curses.

his dexterity is mind blowing, to the way he strategically thrusts his hips up into you, his cock going balls deep into you, and the way his fingers pump at the perfect pace and to his thumb that immediately found your clit, and how he altogether manages to hold you against him. he just focuses on your pleasure, letting you build your release. you tightly clench around him with both holes and suddenly your squirting around his fingers, yours and his thighs, including the sheets, now soaked.

seeing you squirt and your essence falling everywhere, and the moan you were releasing is absolutely sinful and it fuels him as he removes his hands from your core and falls onto his back to start roughly fucking up into you. his feet planted onto the floor and yours beside his thighs. you begin to cry from the overstimulation, entire body shaking from the pleasure.

the both of you have completely lost focus as he chases his high and you slump forward onto his knees, his hands going back to your ass as he spanks it way harder than before and you growl and clench around him, too weak to pull yourself up.

“shit” he loudly rasps out, and you just let him fuck you like a doll, you arching your back for him to get a proper view of your center. he groans out, throwing his head back as his hips stutter. his orgasm creeps up on him and he sweats profusely, the physical activity drenching him, including your juices.

“cum in me.” you weakly command and he complies, holding his hips against your pelvis balls deep inside you. you weakly whimper when you feel his cum shoot deep inside you and your arms give out, falling forward between his legs. he lets his hips fall onto the bed as he slumps against the mattress, his grip on your hips letting up.

you both try to regain composure, closing your eyes and breathing heavily. he makes the first move by sitting up and pulling you up too. you tiredly pull yourself up with him, leaning into his back comfortably. he easily ou je you up to pull himself out of you and seats you on his lap. his body cradles you as he moves his fingers down between your thighs to pick up the excess cum that rests in you.

he brings his soiled fingers to your mouth and you take them in slowly, humming at the taste of the mixture of yours and his cum.

“you’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, and your bliss is ruined when he slaps your pussy unexpectedly. you squeal and close your legs around his hand instinctively.

“did you like it?” he questions, his tone is unmoving and it calms you, your heart rate slowing down again. he strokes your inner thighs calmly and you gulp and close your eyes, nodding in response, to tired to accumulate words. he sighs in content at your answer, letting himself relax with you. everything goes silent, and your warmth radiates off of each other, causing you to both have a light sheen of sweat across the both of you. “are you in pain?” the air is calm and your heart beats are the only noises that you both hear, he snuggles into your neck, inhaling your scent and shake your head no. you feel his body relax from your response, worried that he could’ve possibly hurted you.

the air is silent and still.

“let’s do it again.” the stillness is quickly broken when you finally gain the strength to speak. he quirks and chuckles, moving his mouth to your ear, “think you can take it?” his tone is dark again, as he speaks deep into your ear, causing you to shiver, pussy pulsing again.

“fuck yes.” that was all you had to say for him to shove your face into the mattress with your ass up, immediately starting another round.

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Extra Credit (m) | Young K

01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . 06 . 07

Repercussions.

The dinner date was uneventful, to say the least. At least up until the point where you received a text from Younghyun.

Text me when you’re done?

You would not have realised you were smiling as you typed in your reply, feigning denseness, asking him ‘What’s the matter?’ but right before you hit send, your date spoke, curious about what made your smile. You stared at them for a good few seconds, questioning yourself too, what did make you smile?

Erasing the whole thing, you typed in a new message.

Actually, you can just pick me up now. I’ll attach the location.

His reply came fast, as expected.

20 mins.

Stepping out of the restaurant, inhaling the night air, you entered his SUV. It didn’t hit you then, but it was your first time seeing him in comfy clothes, a total contrast to your dinner dress. Maybe it was because you were a bit tipsy from the wine, but the ride was silent, yet comfortable, with you resting your head by the window, looking at the blurry lights passing by, an R&B song playing in the car, him occasionally drumming his fingers on the steering wheels, stealing glances, smiling, beaming with pride at how good you looked, especially sitting next to him.

His free hand trailed confidently towards your thigh, fingers running through the exposed skin, inching higher and higher, sensing no objection from you. You smirked when you felt him feeling underneath the skirt, fingers tracing your clothed core. Placing your hand softly around his wrist, you halted his movement, pulling his hand out of your skirt and linking your fingers together instead.

You were both stepping into a new, unknown territory, but none of you bothered to evaluate the implications.

The cogwheels in your brain only started functioning again, your body on autopilot when the both of you are in the safety of his apartment, hands on each other’s body, your scents mixing, engulfing the both of you.

Your fingers were in his hair, legs wrapped around his waist as he worked on your neck, kissing and sucking more violently, for every time he inhaled, your scent was intoxicating, making him want more. Groaning, he carried you to his bed, dropping you onto the plush material, hovering over you, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him.

Hair splayed across his pillows.

Pupils slightly blown out.

Lips swollen, lipstick smeared to the side of your lips.

He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, your lipstick staining his calloused skin. You ran your tongue over the tip his thumb, eliciting a hum out of him, before he pushed the finger inside your mouth, you sucking on it on reflex, his words of praises following suit.

He ran his index over the newly formed bruises on your neck, “You look prettier when you’re littered with my kisses like this.”

Dipping down, he latched his lips onto you again, from your exposed collarbone, moving towards the skin of your chest, his hands tugging your dress down, your eyes shut as you arched your body involuntarily. His face was in the junction of your neck, buried as he pressed his lips to your skin, when he suddenly stopped, inhaling, “I found out about your grades by the way.”

Your eyes flew open, head still dizzy, trying to comprehend his words.

He hummed, dragging his lips across your skin, “Extra credits?” He laughed, breath tickling you, “I still can’t figure out why you actually did it. I mean what the hell, I don’t even know why we’re doing this now.”

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. If his room wasn’t so dark, he would probably make out the worry lines on your forehead, confusion etched on your face. You didn't know what to say when the truth was you also avoided this confrontation with yourself. It was easier to push the thoughts to the back of your head and indulge yourself in the pleasure at hand, like you had been doing all this time.

So you did what you always did, tugging him closer, pressing your lips together, tongue brushing across his lower lip, signaling him to just use his mouth for everything but talking.

Younghyun may be dominant, but somehow he found it easy to comply to you like this, especially when his body reacted to you faster than his conscious mind did. Limbs fluidly moving, tangled with each other, undressing, desperate to touch. As he tugged your dress all the way down, placing himself between your legs, his tongue quickly finding your slit, he realised if he couldn’t get the answer out of your mouth, your moans would suffice.

Two fingers were inside you, crooked and scissoring, stretching you as he sucked on your bundle of nerves, impatiently and effectively pushing you over the edge without much effort on his side. You panted as he left butterfly kisses, from your thighs, to your stomach, ribs, sucking lightly on the skin of your breast before hovering right over your face once again.

Rolling to your side, he sat up, tugging you to straddle him as he leaned back against the headboard. You placed yourself in his lap, fitting perfectly like your bodies were molded for each other. His erection pressed against your lower belly as you pushed your forehead against his, rolling your hips, your juice dripping down onto his thighs.

Lips inches away from his you muttered, “This feels good right?”

He hummed, agreeing.

“Then let’s not question things.”

Between bated breaths you continued, “You know, sometimes there are things I don’t want to find the answer to. And we shouldn’t bother trying.”

Holding you by the waist, fingers tracing your skin, he sighed in disagreement and disappointment.

You lifted your hips up, guiding his member in front of your slick hole. Lowering yourself slowly, you watched him through glassy eyes, his tongue poking his inner cheek, both of you fighting your own desire to get lost in pleasure, opting to maintain eye contact with each other.

It was a war of nerves. Between him pushing you to talk, and you coaxing him to not question you. A war that somehow manifested into seeing who will break and give in to the pleasure first.

Palms on his broad chest, you lifted and dropped your hips, pace excruciatingly slow for the both of you, prolonging the session, filling both your minds with only pleasure. Your nails scratched his chest, as your wetness betrayed you, making him slip into you easier, subsequently making it harder for you to maintain a slow pace.

Giving in, you gradually increased your pace. Bouncing steadily on top of him, occasionally leaning forward to kiss him. Both of you moaned in unison every time you clenched around him, yours an octave higher, almost harmonic. Your breasts bobbed with you, creating a straining feeling in your chest, his hands running through them now and then, thick fingers toying with the pert nipples.

Your pace started faltering as you struggled, the muscles of your thighs cramping from the exertion, exhaustion taking over your system. Younghyun kissed your cheek, smiling, running his thumb over your chin, “I’ll take over.”

He bent forward, hand supporting the small of your back as he pushed you to lay flat against your back, ramming into you faster. Your nails dug crescents into his back, face pressed against his neck, moaning senselessly. You pressed your lips to his body, moans muffled and hot against his skin, as he pushed into you impossibly deeper. He angled his hips upwards and thrusted sharply, causing your lips to disconnect from his skin, your head falling to the bed. Opening your eyes you saw him looking at you, his gaze dark, making your heartbeat erratic.

He held you by your waist, stilling for a moment, forcing you to look at him, and you whined in desperation, clenching and unclenching your walls around his member, pleading him to move. He chuckled, “God, I love it when you do that,” before snapping his hips into you again, grunts heavy as he felt you becoming tighter and tighter around him.

You both came at the same time, your second orgasm of the night temporarily blinding you, weakly holding onto him as he breathed heavily above you, eyes on your blissed out expression, your words getting to him in his hazy state of mind.

He kissed your forehead, waiting for your breaths to become somewhat even, and then he was hovering on top of you again, arms next to your head.

“One more?”

You rolled your eyes, giggling as you slung your arms around his neck, “I think I can do one more.”

Repercussions could always be dealt with later.

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nanapandaz · 3 years

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Cognitive Impairment in Schizophrenia

Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional, I can’t diagnose you. If you think you have a mental illness please reach out to your doctor or a mental health professional.

For schizophrenics like myself, some of the most stigmatized, and sensationalized symptoms are the positive ones, meaning delusions, hallucinations, and movement disorders to some extent. You see them in textbooks and in the media; seeing, hearing, smelling or feeling things that aren’t real. Believing strange ideas, and this is my own example, like that the alien government lizard people are coming after you. These draw the most attention from the public eye, and I can’t blame them, alien government lizard people is pretty out there. But what about the less talked about symptoms such as negative and cognitive symptoms? Well, this essay will examine the cognitive side of a schizophrenia diagnosis.

According to Columbia University (2016), “many people with [Schizophrenia] also have cognitive deficits, including problems with short- and long-term memory.” They go on to say that cognitive factors can be the most disabling for people, leading to difficulty holding down a job and maintaining social relationships. They don’t have many answers as to the cause or cure for memory problems. Sucks to be us I guess. I personally have a plethora of issues with memory, short term and long term. I find myself lost when the dialogue of TV shows gets even slightly complicated because I immediately forget what was said, maybe that’s just me but it takes a toll on my self-esteem when I can't follow slightly complicated dialogue. But anyway, back to memory. Apparently when a group of healthy controls were compared to a group with schizophrenia, the healthy group, unsurprisingly, did better at memory tasks. In fact the health control groups brains showed increased brain activity the tests got harder and decreased activity when it got easier while the people with schizophrenia showed significantly weaker activity across the board.

According to Bowie and Harvey (2006) cognitive symptoms are the central feature of schizophrenia. As well as that these impairments may even present before the emergence of positive symptoms. They also found that there were “moderate deficits in attention, verbal fluency, working memory, and processing speed, with superimposed severe deficits in declarative verbal memory and executive functioning.” What is executive functioning? Well to quote Goodman (2021), “[e]xecutive functioning skills help you get things done. These skills are controlled by an area of the brain called the frontal lobe.” Things executive functioning helps you do is “manage time, pay attention, switch focus, plan and organize, remember details, avoid saying or doing the wrong thing, do things based on your experience, and multitask” (Goodman, 2021).

I’ll cover some ways to deal with executive dysfunction in a later essay.

Most people with schizophrenia will show some kind of cognitive impairment, but the severity will vary across different people. One interesting thing about these cognitive impairments is that they will remain relatively stable over time. There are some different types of impairments that I will summarize.

General Intelligence

I take some offence at the description that all people with schizophrenia have lower IQ’s, I mean there are/were some very smart people with it, like John Nash, or the people Cernis, Vassos, Brebion, McKenna, Murray, David & MacCabe (2015) studied, finding that there is “a high-IQ variant of schizophrenia that is associated with markedly fewer negative symptoms than typical schizophrenia” However the science seems to be overwhelmingly favourable in the direction that people with it have lower IQ’s as a group. On the other hand, I don’t know what kind of people they picked for their healthy control group, because if they were all university grads then it’s not really fair. So take this with a grain of salt. While the tests say that we are as a group, less intelligent than the “general” population it doesn’t mean you specifically are not intelligent. We can be just as successful as anyone else.

Attention

This one is simple, people with schizophrenia have a deficit in their ability to maintain their attention, this occurs even before the first psychotic episode.

Working memory

I have a terrible working memory, bad enough for it to be considered a learning disability. However I’m not alone in this, many people with schizophrenia have some kind of dysfunction in working memory, and apparently specifically verbal working memory. Bowie and Harvey (2006) state that “Working memory can be conceptualized as the ability to maintain and manipulate informative stimuli.” This is in contrast to attention span, with working memory being more cognitively challenging and attention span being more simple. In working memory, “The information must be held online for processing, but does not necessarily transfer to long-term storage, unlike episodic memory” (Bowie and Harvey, 2006). And poor memory can even affect social and interpersonal relationships because of the inability to pay attention to “multiple streams of information” Bowie and Harvey, 2006).

Verbal fluency

People like us sometimes find it rather difficult to speak in a coherent fashion, I remember many instances where I’ve tried to speak only for word salad to spill out of my mouth, and the looks of confusion and worry on other peoples faces is just great, really what I wanted to happen, not embarrassing at all. This inability to speak is due to “poor storage of verbal information as well as inefficient retrieval of information from semantic network” (Bowie and Harvey, 2006). Furthermore, "information that is stored is not always retrieved as a result of this inability to properly access semantic networks” (Bowie and Harvey, 2006).

Verbal and learning memory

A main impairment of schizophrenia is the difficulty of retaining verbal information. From what I understand, recognition memory seems to be able to work well in most cases, but “the pattern of deficits in schizophrenia tends to be reduced rates of learning over multiple exposure trials and poor recall of learned information” (Bowie and Harvey, 2006). So basically it takes a while for us to learn something but once we do we have good recognition memory. Now, recognition memory is the ability to recall something when you’ve seen it before, so I think what happens is if you’re able to process the information into long term memory you’ll be able to recall when you encounter that information again. Maybe I’m totally wrong, I don’t know.

Executive functioning

Now most schizophrenics have difficulties with most of all of the processes involved with executive dysfunction. Bowie and Harvey (2006) say that “schizophrenia patients have trouble adapting to changes in the environment that require different behavioral responses” which is directly due to issues with executive dysfunction. Furthermore, this “inflexibility” is highly associated with what Bowie and Harvey call “occupational difficulties.” This makes sense, when someone can’t plan, practice self-care, engage in social and interpersonal matters or participate in community functions, it’s gonna take a toll on your work life.

Treatment

Atypical antipsychotics seem to be the best treatment for cognitive impairments, though the results are sorta weak, Bowie and Harvey (2006) admit that “they have had very limited, if any, success in producing cognitive improvements. However, the search for new compounds designed specifically for cognitive enhancement in schizophrenia continues to be a promising area for future research.”

However there is also behavioural treatments, but there isn’t a lot of research on this topic. On the other hand, what little research there is, is very promising. “These strategies include training on computerized tasks similar to existing cognitive tests, teaching new learning strategies, training on novel tasks, and/or performing tasks repetitively” (Bowie and Harvey, 2006).

In the end, it seems that a combination of medication and therapy is the key. On the other hand, research by Everding (2005) states that “memory problems in schizophrenia can indeed be reduced and suggests that helping people use the right memorization strategy is critical to success.” The right strategies seem to be to remember more ‘deeply’ or according to Jantzi, Mengi, Serfaty, et al., (2019) to engage in retrieval practice, also Antzi, Mengi, Serfaty, et al.’s (2019) study is “the first to demonstrate that retrieval practice is also superior to restudy in improving later recall in patients with schizophrenia presenting with episodic memory impairment.” This is great news for us because it presents a real way of improving our memories, which apparently most of us need.

REFERENCES

Study finds brain marker of poor memory in schizophrenia patients: possible key to understanding and treating cognitive symptoms of the disease, (2016). Columbia University. Retrieved from https://www.cuimc.columbia.edu/news/study-finds-brain-marker-poor-memory-schizophrenia-patients

Bowie, C. R., & Harvey, P. D. (2006). Cognitive deficits and functional outcome in schizophrenia. Neuropsychiatric disease and treatment, 2(4), 531–536. Retrieved from https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2671937/

Černis ,E,. Vassos, E,. Brébion, G,. McKenna, PJ,. Murray, RM,. David, AS,. MacCabe, JH. (2015). Schizophrenia patients with high intelligence: A clinically distinct sub-type of schizophrenia? Eur Psychiatry. (5):628-32. Retrieved from https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/25752725/

Gerry Everding (2005). Memory study shows brain function in schizophrenia can improve with support, holds promise for cognitive rehabilitation: need cues, memory aids. Washington University. Retrieved from https://source.wustl.edu/2005/07/memory-study-shows-brain-function-in-schizophrenia-can-improve-with-support-holds-promise-for-cognitive-rehabilitation/

Jantzi, C., Mengin, A., Serfaty, D. et al. (2019). Retrieval practice improves memory in patients with schizophrenia: new perspectives for cognitive remediation. BMC Psychiatry 19, 355. Retrieved from https://bmcpsychiatry.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/s12888-019-2341-y#citeas

Goodman, B. (2021). Executive function and executive dysfunction disorders. WebMD. Retrieved from https://www.webmd.com/add-adhd/executive-function

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kalypsichor · 4 years

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don’t be cruel [ john lennon x reader ]

summary: You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands... only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.

prompt: my own fucking post, bc I have no self-control warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, professor kink... this is basically porn and I’m not sorry. oh also there’s dante’s inferno discourse, if that’s upsetting to anyone

i have nothing to say. this is filth. see y’all in the second circle of hell lmao (also, can you spot the 🥪 hint?)

i was gonna schedule this for 9 am or something but... apparently some of y’all are still awake if my notifs are any indication. so. enjoy. it’s almost 4 am for me

This is so, so wrong.

You’re not that much younger than John, with you in your early twenties and him just approaching thirty. Still, he’s your professor. You’re his student. There’s an unspoken taboo about the whole thing, a clear line that should never be towed. John’s a rational man—after all, he’s a Literature professor—and he knows these things in his head. They’re as clear as day, as obvious as Brontë’s warnings against forbidden love throughout Wuthering Heights.

All that rationality flies out the window when you come into class this morning wearing a short skirt that makes John almost drop his chalk.

You greet him with a nod and a smile, as per usual, but John can’t bring himself to smile back. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes. So when a flash of hurt streaks through them, he misses it, having already turned his back to write the day’s lesson on the chalkboard.

All of class, John is distracted. Not distracted enough for his students to take notice, of course; he’s familiar enough with the topic and his students are too busy scribbling notes to care. Still, John can’t stop thinking about running his fingers over your ass, about bending you over his desk and fucking you, your pretty little skirt bunched up in his hands. Maybe he’d wrap his tie around your wrists. Make you beg to be touched. And John would give in, if only to hear you whine when he teases your clit.

Thank god for the podium at the front of the room. John’s always been an active teacher, walking up and down the aisles as he lectures, sometimes even sitting on his students’ desks just for the hell of it. Professor McCartney calls it dramatic, but John knows that it brings so much more to his teaching. It keeps his audience engaged, which is exactly what he needs when he’s trying to get them interested in some dead 13th century Italian guy’s rhapsody on death.

Unfortunately, he’s got the worst hard-on ever right now, and even moving slightly behind the podium is causing the fabric of his slacks to shift agonizingly against his erection. John curses having tied his belt so tight this morning.

He’s halfway through the class, basically talking to a dead room of glazed eyes and drooping pens, when you raise your hand.

“Sorry, Professor Lennon.” John inhales sharply at the way you say his name and almost misses your next words. “But just now when you mentioned Beatrice, did you mean that she symbolizes divine love? Because isn’t that the whole reason she can take Dante to heaven, whereas Virgil is limited by human reasoning?”

“Yes, that’s right. What did I say?”

You bite your pen and John’s gaze is immediately drawn to the shape of your lips around it. He swears that he can see you almost smirk a little when you speak again.

“You called her ‘forbidden love.’”

Okay. Maybe John is more distracted than he thinks.

The rest of the hour, Johns finds himself glancing at you even more often. And though you’re sitting in the back of the room, John thinks that he catches you looking right back.

For the first time in his career, John has to agree with his students: the end of class can’t come quickly enough. The moment that last straggler pushes out of the lecture hall, the double doors closing behind them, he pushes off from the podium and rushes into his office, not even bothering to lock the door. John just needs some sweet relief and he finds it when he leans against his desk and unbuttons his slacks.

The moment John takes his cock in hand, he groans and lets his head fall back. Fucking hell, he’s been wanting to touch himself since you walked into class in that stupidly short skirt. He knows that this is improper, especially in his own office, but John couldn’t care less right now. He strokes himself with one hand, bracing against the desk with the other. And then his mind veers off and imagines that it’s you touching him. Your hands are so much smaller than John’s. The thought of them wrapped around his cock makes him swear, your name tumbling from his lips before he can stop it. Fuck, he’s getting close, and in his head he can hear you edging him on, can hear you calling his name—

“Professor?”

There’s no time to hide. John can barely even react, eyes jolting open to see your wide, shocked ones… glued to the sight of him masturbating.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t hear you knocking, I...” His babbling trails off when you don’t seem to be freaking out. And when you close the door behind you, turning the lock, something else entirely shoots through his body.

“I heard you saying my name.” You walk to where John is standing, his hand still wrapped around his cock. “Were you thinking about me?”

“I, uh. Look, I didn’t-”

The sight of you dropping to your knees in front of him is the hottest thing John has ever seen. Involuntarily, his hand jerks and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Tell me, please?” And how can he say no when you’re looking up at him like that, biting so innocently at your lip?

Something inside John lurches and he stumbles right across that line separating right from wrong.

“Fuck, I was.” John’s voice pitches a note lower, tone more confident and now it’s your turn to catch your breath in your throat. “Been thinkin’ about you all class, birdie. You knew what you were doing, paradin’ around in that little skirt. I bet you wore it for me, hm?”

You nod your head, a little shyly, and place a hand over his, not quite touching his cock. Still, the sight of your much smaller hand on John’s makes his grip tighten and he grunts. The sound goes right to your core.

“Wanna feel you in my mouth. Can I?”

John barely gets the chance to nod before you’re mouthing at his tip. His hand falls away immediately, joining the other in gripping the desk at the feeling. You pull away a little and lick all the way from up from the base, flattening your tongue against his veins, before taking his cock into your mouth.

You go down on him slowly, so slowly, and the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his length makes John groan. His eyes want to fall shut but he forces himself to watch your pretty lips stretch around his cock. It’s worth it, especially when you flick your eyes up to look at him. The sight of you makes his hips jerk involuntarily and you gag, pulling backwards with a wet pop that sends another wave of arousal coursing through John.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, reaching out a hand to brush away the tears that have welled up in your eyes, but you shake your head. Wordlessly, you guide both of his hands into your hair and go down on him again—and when you take in as much of his cock as you can, you look up to John as if waiting for something.

When he understands, he finally lets himself close his eyes.

“God, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” John pulls out of your mouth a little before sliding back in, gasping at the warmth. “Taking your professor's cock like this. Mm, fuck—you feel so good.”

John increases his pace, starting to really fuck into your mouth. His grip tightens in your hair and you whine.

“What if Professor McCartney walked in right now, huh? I bet you’d keep sucking me off. Would you?”

The blush across your cheeks darkens and John takes note of it, something piping up in the back of his mind. But then you’re moaning around his cock and the vibrations are making his knees weak. He’s gonna come, soon, and his words devolve into grunts and curses as his hips jerk faster and faster into your mouth. Your throat has got to be tired by now but you’re not stopping or pulling away. The thought that you actually enjoy this, that it’s turning you on to be on your knees for John, is what sends him over the edge.

You let him finish in your mouth, swallowing all of it—or at least, as much as you can. Still, a little bit of John’s cum makes its way down your bottom lip. Before he can second-guess himself, he pulls you up to your feet and kisses you. It’s soft, a distinct contrast to the fervor with which John had just been fucking your mouth with, and a little bitter with the taste of his own cum on his tongue. You whine when he swipes a tongue across your lip and the sound turns into a high pitched moan when he bites down where he just licked.

“Professor-”

“Call me John,” he says, pulling away and seeing a shy smile cross your face.

“Okay,” you say. You close the gap between your lips and kiss him again. “John.”

Just to make sure, though, John has you scream it for him when it’s his turn to get on his knees.

* * *

THERE IS NOW A PART TWO 🥪🥪🥪

#john lennon x reader #john lennon smut #the beatles x reader #beatles smut #kalwrites #professor kink #dante is about to punt me into hell #sorry #professor au

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amazingdriverfics · 4 years

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Choke

Hey loves, as promised I finished the Pale smut that continues our two part series - requested by @refletction -, even though you don’t have to read the other chapters to understand this one - after all is almost just porn -.

Hope you are all doing fine, just wanted to remember you that you are important and you mean a lot to me.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: cheating, porn, face fucking

Pairing: Pale x Reader

Summary: you want to choke on Pale’s big cock.

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It is unbearably hot in New York, you think to yourself as you lay on the cold light colored floor of your mansion that still wasn’t enough to keep heat at bay. It feels almost like you are going to melt, sweat kept dripping from your forehead and the small amount of clothing you are wearing is sticking on your skin, the whole thing too uncomfortable.

The weather wasn’t, however, the only hot thing. Pale had left the house for almost two weeks now and your body had simply become addicted to his dirty rough touch, you found yourself constantly daydreaming about the next time you would see him, but the opportunity never seemed to come.

He and Jack were super busy taking care of the restaurant and you had to take care of yourself, it wasn’t like you couldn’t do it, you are pretty good at getting yourself off, after all after being married to Jack for so long you had to be. The problem is that you keep on dreaming of gagging in Pale’s cock, watching him come undone under your ministrations as he fucks your throat until you could barely speak and of course you couldn’t do all that by yourself. And the worst was that you couldn’t take the image off your head, and you know that the idea wouldn’t go away until you do something about it.

Getting off the floor you decide that it is truly time to take action.

You take your time getting ready for Pale, taking a long cold shower and getting dressed in your favorite sundress, making sure to do your makeup and hair just like you love, but also in a style that wouldn’t be totally ruined and screamed ‘I was face fucked’ when you got back home.

The ride is also very exciting, you listen to the radio as you drive through the hot streets, watching as children and adults eat their ice creams and some business people run through the streets as if the world was ending. It doesn’t take too long for the restaurant to show up, the red fancy entry the center of attention.

You get off the car walking slowly, but with confidence to the building watching as a few customers enjoy the food and drinks, even though the place is not very full, after all it is the middle of a weekday.

“Miss y/n” you listen to the chofer say and you offer him a polite nod as a reply before making your way in and feeling the air conditioning’s cold air refresh your body.

You walk through the tables fancily organized and decorated towards the bar already seeing the bartender with dark skin and hair waiting for you, his brown eyes already staring right at you, after all, everyone knew you there.

“Hey there, Jerome.” you say, placing your hand on the marble surface as your stomach touches the bar, your head high as ever and eyes piercing into the barman’s brown ones.

“Miss y/n, how are you doing? Can I get you anything?” he asks with a beautiful smile. Jerome is one of your favorite workers, he is really nice and he is great at his job, the drinks he made always impeccable.

“Drop the miss Jerome” you start playfully. “Do you know where Jack is?” as soon as he listens to the question, his light expression vanishes turning into a nervous one and you are pretty sure it means that your husband is somewhere fucking the secretary, but you keep a straight face, the fact that Jack is busy was perfect.

“Er. He left about an hour ago, didn’t tell me where to, I'm afraid” Jerome answers as his tone shows worry.

“Guess I’ll wait for him at his office. Thank you, Jerome” you leave him behind with a smile cracking on your face, things were going better than you had anticipated.

You make your way to the area of the restaurant where only employees and owners could go with agility and grace and soon enough you are facing Pale’s office’s door. The deep colored wood with his name engraved on a golden plaque is the only thing standing between you and your wish.

Without thinking twice, you knock slightly, just like you had done back in the mansion not too long ago, waiting to hear his rustic voice which made you shiver every single time.

“Come in” you hear the muffled sound before entering, heels clicking on the floor as you make your way in and lock the door, not wanting to be interrupted.

When your eyes meet his dark ones, you feel like you were struck by a lightning, energy starts to pump in your veins and you feel your body hair standing. Being in the same room with him had an impact on you that nothing had ever done before.

“What are you doing here?” he says with an emotionless face, but his tone doesn’t fail to show you the amusement Pale was feeling.

“I just wanted some company” you answer walking towards the red chair he was sitting in slowly strides, your hands teasing the end of your dress as you try to make an innocent face, entering his game.

“Is that so?” he asked with a smirk on his perfect face as he rolled the chair back and tapped his lap, a silent command.

You nod as you walk slowly towards him, feeling the dress on your skin that burns with the fire of anticipation for his touch. The moment your skin touches his covered thighs, a silent moan escapes your lips and you watch as his eyes shine with lust and as he gives you a knowing smile.

“Are you sure you just wanted some company, slut?” he asks with his lips touching your neck lightly making you squirm and hold his shoulders and as his gigantic hands cover your ass.

“Maybe I came with an intention in mind” you answer trying to keep your voice still, not wanting to show how much you were affected by his voice and touches, everything with him made you feel like a horny teenager all over again.

He hums in your skin as a signal for you to keep talking and so you obey him like you always did and always would do. “I want you to fuck my throat until I can’t speak” you say looking straight into his dark eys, feeling as he squeezes your ass one last time.

“Kneel” Pale orders while his hands travel away from your skin and back to the chair, waiting for you to do as you were told.

You don’t think twice before leaving his lap and kneeling on the floor, the cold tile a great contrast to your hot skin. You follow his hands as they go to his belt, teasingly taking it off, his fingers moving in a steady and slow pace. When the belt finally hits the floor, you rub your thighs together trying to find some relief to the need burning your insides and when he finally pushes his denim pants down showing his black underwear which his cock was already evident in, you almost feel like you could die.

“Suck it” Pale says, after freeing his cock, holding it in front of your face, his red tip and veiny extension proudly standing.

In no time you are giving the head little kitten licks, trying to keep an innocent face as you substituted his hands with yours, lightly squeezing his length as you focused on the head. It doesn’t take you too long to start exploring the rest of it, however, eager for more as you kiss the length and pump the extension of it, sometimes licking a vein and watching as his cock twitched under your ministrations also listening to the soft groans that Pale made on top of you.

Your foreplay didn’t last very long since your reluctance to put it on your mouth was quickly corrected by him as his hand went to your hair, forcing you to finally swallow a bit of it. You appreciate the salty taste and the heavy feeling of his skin on your tongue as you feel once again his cock twitching a bit, this time in your wet muscle. On the contrary of what you had been doing, this time you don’t wait to start bobbing and sucking on his dick, slowly increasing the amount of flesh on your mouth before letting it come out as your cheeks hollowed and touched the sides of his hard cock.

“Such a needy whore, wants me to fill your holes all the time, isn’t it?” Pale asks with a hoarse voice, not giving you a real chance to reply as he keeps you steady. All you do is mumble a yes that he surely can’t hear because it is drowned by his big cock. “Gag on it then”.

As soon as the words leave his full lips, he pushes his cock further forcing it to touch the back of your throat and starting your gag reflex, your eyes filling with tears as you try your best to breathe through your nose, fighting the desperation of your own body.

As he eases his way in, you move your tongue on the bottom of his shaft, letting his hand hold you in place as he moves his hips forward, his dick barely exiting your mouth before touching new places, your nose almost touching the trimmed black hair on his pelvis, getting closer and closer each time.

It stays like this for a while, both of your hands holding his impossibly defined thighs for support as one of his hands hold you in place and the other one caresses your throat, feeling his own cock reaching your insides as you make a mess of yourself, drool leaving your mouth and falling to your chest almost touching your sundress and tears spill from your eyes, mixing with the other fluid.

“Your so fucking good at it” he praises causing you to moan in his cock, the vibrations making his hand to hold your hair tighter as he too moans.

You take one of your hands to your pussy, the sensations Pale made you feel and the sinful noises of your throat being teared apart by him mixed with his moans and praises becoming too much. You start to rub your clit with two fingers after gathering some wetness from your soaked folds.

You continue to pleasure yourself as you choke and cry on his cock, feeling his heavy skin filling up your mouth completely. If there was any situation you would like to die in, this would definitely be the one and whenever you forgot to breathe, too distracted by all that was happening, it surely felt like you would leave this life in the most pleasurable way.

“Look at you, choking on my cock like you didn’t even need air” you hear Pale say as you feel his movements become sloppier, making you aware that he would give you something to swallow soon.

He fucks your mouth a couple more times before spilling his salty and delicious cum in your mouth, retracting his softening cock shortly after as you keep all of his seed on your tongue and let oxygen fill your starving lungs once again, not sure you should swallow just yet.

“Show me” Pale orders as he puts his pants back on and you don’t hesitate before letting your tongue slide off of your mouth, being careful not to let any part of his release go to waste. “Good slut, you may swallow now”.

You do as you are told, making sure to show him your clean tongue afterwards as you take your hands off your panties, not cumming, but surely satisfied to have Pale face fuck you for the first time.

“You are the prettiest mess ever” he says softly looking at you in a way he had never looked at you before returning to his commanding tone. “Bend on the table, good sluts get to cum.”

#pale burn this #pale x reader #pale x you #adam driver #burn this #pale smut #kylo ren #kylo x reader

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honeygingergemini · 4 years

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Soft

pairing: sam wilson x reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst (I think... I hope... I tried lol), soft smut (??? if that’s even a thing), sex and tears

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This was your usual routine. You two would be out with friends. Innocent looks would transform into heated glares. Those heated glares held promises of falling into one another at the end of the night. Tonight was different, it started the same but ended differently.

You hold on to the rim of the bar, pulling your waist to its large wall awaiting the fun the night brings. You’re early, for the first time in your life. You wait for familiar bodies to surround you. You wait for him. As time dwindles on, your comrades make their appearances. Some debut as pairs, some solo, but they’re all welcomed with love just the same. You didn’t see him come in, but you felt him. The familiar pull your body feels whenever he’s near beings to activate. Your eyes search the bar, unaware your body is looking for him but when you find him, you smile. You raise your hand and wave as your companions do the same.

He makes his rounds giving quick hugs to everyone. The normal eye is not trained to see he spends more time on you. Your eyes are not trained to it. His hands rub against your back as he reaches for a beer. He feathers his fingers through your new hair.

“It’s straight.” He says surprised. No need for formal hellos, Sam always jumps all in with you.

“Yeah,” You run your hands through your hair. “Do you like it?” You smile up at him.

“Yes.” It comes out quickly. Too quickly for him, he feels embarrassed. He continues to lighten the burn in his chest. “It’s nice, you make it look nice.” Hands still entwined in your straightened locks. “I still like your curls better though.” He smirks. You roll eyes feigning annoyance.

“I didn’t ask what you liked better,” Your eyes roll in a playful manner as you roll your ‘R’ “I asked if you like my hair, that’s it!” You wave your hands to bring attention to locks. The grin he wears digs deeper into his face. It happens so fast you never expected it. Your view that was once watching your friends fooling with the billiards table was now viewing the dark lid of the four walls currently surrounding you. A tiny, minuscule whimper leaves your lips. That is enough to fuel Sam’s fire.

“This may be more fun than your curls…” He tugs back again loving his new found control. “I can actually hold it with one hand.” Sam speaks but you’re in another world. A world where Sam has you against the wall of your apartment… or maybe his, his is nicer. Or possibly he has you on all fours on his plush bed, head pulled back to the heavens by the strength of his mischievous left hand. The right hand is just as frisky. It would probably start at your bosom, tweaking one of the twin knobs on your chest. It might tickle its way down your soft tummy before stopping at its predetermined spot. The sweet bundle of nerves that has gifted you with endless pleasure time and time again. Sam’s laugh pulls you from the movie in your mind.

“You’d like that, huh?” His chuckle deepens as you scan the room. It’s as if the world is oblivious to the moment between you two and that’s nice. It’s something personal Sam can hold on since you give him nothing.The two of you separate, but it doesn't feel that way. Your presence is overwhelming to him. Sam notices every laugh, every expressive face, every swing of that body he adores so much.

As if you feel him looking your eyes connect. That always happens. Your eyes are low and glossy. Those big browns capture him every time. It starts with a simple gaze that is quickly interrupted. Then Sam feels your eyes on him again, he tries so hard to pay attention to the story Steve excitedly explains, but he can’t. Your dark orbs trace his body in a way that is iniquitous. He can tell you’re tipsy, you get lusty when you’re tipsy. He begins to fumble, refusing to meet your eyes, but you don't mind. Your eyes just continue to undress him and his heart rate increases. He’s now fidgeting like an idiot. His hands move from the collar of his cotton covering then to adjusting the jacket adorning his body. His restless nature knocks over not only one, but two beers. Steve’s as well as his.

“You okay?” Steve inquires about the sudden change in demeanor.

“Yeah… I just… I need some air.” Sam makes his way towards the exit. And of course, on his way out he catches you with a snicker behind dainty fingers, laughing at his boyish behavior. His center drums uncontrollably. The cool night calms him briefly as he regulates his breathing. Behind his close lids he sees you, then he feels you.

“You okay Mr. Wilson?” The same desire filled mug stretched across your face makes all his deep breathing go to waste again. You don’t notice. You never notice. Maybe you’re naive, or maybe you choose to ignore the signs. You don’t wait for Sam’s answer. Instead, you bring your cold hand underneath clothing to his warm midriff and feel around. “I have ideas on how I can make you feel better.” You extend yourself to place gentle kisses to his face. You pull his hand already knowing his answer, and the direction to his apartment.

The walk over is quiet. Comfortable and silent. There are coy looks and frisky hands, but overall everything is innocent. The innocence ends once you cross the threshold of Sam’s beautiful apartment. The first kiss is rushed. It is familiar to your normal routine. Grabby hands squeeze hard and pull even harder. First it’s Sam’s jacket, then yours, last his shirt. He pushes your body against the wall with ease.

Your mouths meet and it’s desperate. Your hands move across his upper body feeling every ridge and dip he possesses. Your right leg is raised to lazily wrap around his waist, his hands cup your face making sure you’re close enough. He bucks his hips up to regain position but it impacts your core differently. You mew out your pleasure and want him to give you more.

“Again please.” You’re always so polite, he adores that. His lips find yours again as he fulfills your request. You moan tasting him. He tastes of ginger beer and… orange?...maybe? Your usually sharp brain can not decode it because your shirt is being removed and your bare nipples are being greeted by a heated stare but cold air.

“Like what you see Wilson?” His mouth delves in immediately adding his internal warmth to your external body. His tongue swirls around your areola and you pull him closer. How that is even possible is unknown. Sam grunts out pleasure as if he’s the receiver. In some ways he is, he feels pleasure from pleasuring you.

“Uhh… Sam… please…” There you go, begging again, causing his heart to speed up again. He switches position, now sharing his attention to the other breast while kneading the lubricated one. “Oh my…” You whisper more so to yourself than him. He needs to be inside you. Now.

Sam lifts your entire body into his hands carrying you down the familiar hallway. Your arm wraps around his neck and your hand cradles his face in a way that pulls at heart and messes with his mind. Your lips meet his in their usual frenzy, but he doesn’t want that today. One of his strong arms grips your waist and he holds your head in place. He takes control guiding both of your lips in a slow waltz. There’s gentleness in the kiss that he’s never experienced with you. His lips have your bottom lip in a demure hold. He sucks in the silky flesh wondering how you keep them so soft all the time.

“Mmmhhm” A shiver runs through you as you moan. The reaction is foreign to you. You’ve never experienced a kiss like this before. It felt different. Sam was different. You separate from the kiss looking at him with uncertainty. You couldn’t dwell on the kiss too long because you were tossed onto Sam’s king size bed. You looked up at him as you pant, taken aback. Sam quickly runs a heavy palm along the center of your body stopping when it meets denim.

In a flash, your denim is discarded along with the lacy covering protecting your sex. You’re on your knees with your head tilted back attempting to remove Sam’s trousers but also keep up his domineering kiss. It’s like you don’t have control of your hands, you look down and watch your fumbling hands mess with the loop of the belt. Sam’s light hearted chuckles reach your ears causing you to look up at him.

“I’m usually better at this…” You pout with soft eyes. Sam looks deep into your eyes as if trying to see something more. You rise yourself slightly to kiss him. “Help me.” you mumble against his lip.

Sam takes the reins helping you remove his bottoms. His lips return to yours as he begins to crawl into the bed. He hovers your body, getting you to lay on your back. He brings his hand to your silky folds familiarizing himself with the feeling of you. The kiss continues getting sloppier as you have trouble holding your moans back.

“Sammy…” Your head tilts back as Sam strums your body.

“That feel good, princess?”

“Mmhmm.” It’s hard to formulate words when his hands are on you, touching you like that. You reach between the two of you to stroke him.

Y/N’s cold hands contrast the warmth radiating off Sam’s body causing him shutter in her grasp. Sam’s digits dipped into Y/N’s heated core. He’s done this countless times before but for some reason it all feels new tonight. As if he’s making up for lost time.

He continues to play with her pulling sweet melodies from her. It was supposed to be fun, only fun, and it was. But somewhere in the midst of restless night, innocent texts, and scandalous meetups lust turned to love for Sam. He’s unsure how to sway his feelings. He was unsure if he really wanted to sway his feelings.

Take it slow. his mind read out to him. and so he did. His middle and ring finger dip agonizing slow causing Y/N’s back to arch. He continues his slow assault watching the effect he has on her body. Sometimes swells in his chest. Pride. Your moans help to build his arousal. He wants nothing more than to be in you right now.

“Sam!” Y/N whines at the loss of Sam’s fingers. Sam lifts up pumping himself as he watches Y/N lazily bring a hand to her center mimicking his self pleasure.

“Come here.” Y/N beckons Sam over. “Lemme make you feel good.” she mumbles with closed eyes. That was enough for him. It shouldn’t be enough, but it was. He guides his tip to her center, coating himself with her arousal. Lewd noises fill the room as the woman beneath him withers. His head slips beyond her opening and he freezes. She feels so good. Too good. He scans her face as he leans down to meet chest to chest. Sam moves again, completely filling her up with one swift thrust. She takes him well, she always takes him well.

Sam is a dutiful lover. He pays attention. He looked for cues to help him please whoever he was with. He’d thrust in many different directions hitting many different spots, whichever spot caused you to moan the loudest is the spot he would zone in on. Hitting it repeatedly, making you see stars. Sam raised Y/N’s leg to his shoulder and that's where things changed.

His fast pace movement slowed as he drove into you. His tip dipped into your fervid center bit by bit connecting his hips to you. He then pulls out just as leisurely, savoring the vice grip of your snatch. He pistons his hip hitting a spot unknown to you.

“Fuck Sammy,” You heave. Every touch suddenly felt overwhelming. You were aware of his thumb rubbing circles into your knee while the other rubbed circles onto your clit. His slowed rhythm was unprecedented. No one has ever gone this slow with you, not even your first.

All of that wasn’t what tipped her over the edge, it was the look. Sam wore an expression she couldn’t understand. His usual furrowed brow and dark eyes were replaced with something softer. Something much warmer than what she’s used to. He was looking into her eyes silently commanding her to not look away.

“Stop.” it’s all too much. “Sam… please stop.” This feels too personal.

Sam rolls to a complete stop. The love is removed and his face is filled with concern.

“What, what is it?” He grabs her face pulling her up. Y/N hadn’t realized she started crying until Sam was wiping her tears away. He’s removed himself completely from her, now worried.

“Y/N?” She sniffs and looks over to him. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, please.”

“This…” Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves, but it didn’t help. “This… it um… it feels… different.” She didn’t know how to express what she was feeling.

“How different?”

“It was…” It was too much. Too much energy, too much passion. Too much of… “It’s just not something I'm used to.” Or comfortable with. “It felt a little too…” Intense.

She didn’t have to say the words for Sam to understand her. The silence that filled the room was overbearing. Y/N used her arms to cover her body suddenly feeling extremely exposed. Sam hands rub soft patterns into her back as he wipes her remaining tears away. He’s never seen her like this, he’s unsure of his next move. After what seemed like hours Sam finally builds confidence to inquire.

“Was it… was it bad?” He questions and she pauses.

Was it bad? No.

With a light shake of her head she answers Sam’s question. Her chin rests on her knees as she looks at the man before her.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Um.” Y/N sniffs and thinks. “I don’t know what happened. I… I think I got overwhelmed.”

“But you were crying, like a lot.” His eyes burn holes into you. “Was I hurting you?” Again you shake your skull.

“It was… really gentle.” You hate how pathetic you sound. “I’m… I’m not used to the softness.” You mumble feeling ashamed of your confession.

“Oh… oh okay.” He breaths out. Your reveal was enough to make him end all the previous plans he had for the night. He maneuvers around the room to pull sweatpants to his hips. He then takes his shirt and covers your body.

“We don’t have to stop.” You grab his wrist suddenly feeling guilty. “I-I can uh… um finish you off you know I don’t-”

“Hey.” Sam pulls your head up to look at him. He looks at you for a long time. Your glossy eyes were breaking his heart. “You don’t need to do anything. I’m fine, okay?” You nod your head in his hands. He places a soft kiss to your forehead and you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. He turns to walk away but you pull him back to you. You sit up on your hunches and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thank you.” You whimper into his neck. Taking a deep breath you continue. “Thank you for being so soft… with me.” You sink further into his neck. “It means a lot to me.” You kiss his cheek then the corner of his mouth. All gentle, all kind, all innocent. Sam looks at you again, expression unreadable. It looks at if he’s going to say something but then decides against it.

“I’m gonna go get snacks so we can watch a movie, okay? Just lay down and wait for me.” His calming aura releases some of your anxiety. You nod and watch him turn to leave. You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly, letting go of the remaining nerves you possess.

Sam returns with a bowl of popcorn and a box of blueberry little bites that you adore so much. He passes you a pouch of the mini muffins and a water before settling in the bed next to you leaving space between you two. He starts a movie, mentioning something about how Bucky and Steve told him to watch it.

You finish your muffins and half of your water before really turning your attention to the movie. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Sam placing his snack down symbolically throwing in the towel on the remaining popcorn. You’re hyper conscious of him. His tongue traces his teeth behind a closed mouth. His lower body shifts moving the duvet exposing his middle. The soft rise and fall of his chest summons you.

You roll over, closing the distance between the two of you. Your arms lightly wrap around Sam’s midriff, snuggling deeply into his side. You feel him looking at you but you ignore him, eyes focused on the movie. When Sam finally guides his attention back to the movie you settle a few soft kisses to his hard tummy.

“Thank you Sammy.”

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a only way to love you - part two

A/N: I need a place to drop my love for hands and tummy, especially Arthur’s ones that are my religion lmao, also I wanted to give my own contribution. This is what came out, two pieces but linked by the same thread. To be honest I’m not very proud of these pieces, I could have done better but that’s okay <33 I don’t know if any of you wanted to be tagged in my stuff so in doubt I don’t tag anyone at all lmao I don't want to bother you sksks I hope you like it.

Summary: Arthur deserves to be loved entirely, but there are parts of his body that have deeper wounds and need a special love treatment. Tummy love treatment: that’s it, that’s the fic. part one: hands love treatment

Pairings: Arthur x Reader Content: comfort, smutty

Warnings: mention of past trauma and Stendhal syndrome, oral sex (male receiving)

Word count: 4177

A/N: english is not my first language so I apologize for any typos, I’m still learning.

That night like so many other you and Arthur got dragged into a tornado of overwhelming desire at such a rate that before you knew it you were already on top of him, sitting on his lap with your legs stroking the sides of his, touching his body which sadly was still dressed.

Without breaking the kiss which until then was never finished you found the hem of his shirt and juggling as much as his hands by wrapping your face allowed you to move you raised it up to the height of his neck and left his chest uncovered. Arthur chuckled and broke the kiss only to lift his back gracefully and took off his shirt, remaining shirtless beneath you.

You laid the palms of your hands on his chest and looked at him enchanted as if you were rediscovering his body for the first time. His tummy, which at other times would have created a sweet and soft curve on which you loved to rest your face letting his chest by rising and falling make your head dance, and on which more than anything you loved peppering kisses letting your lips sink on his dilated and elastic skin, was now completely stretched out, and in that supine position his ribs were as protruding as never before.

His skin was soft under your touch and some areas were marked by past purple and orange bruises still well visible, drawing his tummy and chest with messy brushstrokes. You’ve never seen a painting more painful, tragic, but still beautiful than him. He was so tragically beautiful he broke your heart, but for some reason he also held it in his hands and gently cradled it at the same time.

You felt your heart beat faster and your hands started shaking again as it had happened just before, silent tears came firmly out of your eyes as if they weren’t even yours but belonged to something greater, to the love that bound you and that was speaking to you, belonged to the pain your heart felt seeing Arthur’s pain not being something only metaphorical and intangible, but something you could look at through the painful painting that those bruises created on his skin and that you could touch with your own hands resting on those marks that weighed on his soul much more than you could ever believe.

Arthur leaned toward you lightly and placed his hand over your cheek to wipe out with his thumb the warm tears that were sliding on your skin and dripping on his naked tummy.

The sight of the drops of your tears on his tummy only increased them on your cheeks that by now were flowing more numerous. Your pain was on his, your tears were looking for his bruises, as if together your pains could become stronger and erase each other by taking away any crumbs of their passage.

The more you looked at his body, the more you cried, the more your head whirled, disoriented by his unsustainable beauty but which you couldn’t live without, every day more and more. His body was such a beautiful work of art that you felt stuck by Stendhal syndrome. Your earthly body couldn’t metabolize the angelic and otherworldy beauty in front of you.

“Why are you crying, sweetie pie?” Arthur asked without ceasing to wipe out your tears, he seemed even relieved that his body was welcoming your tears and protecting them over him.

“I’m sorry, love. It’s just… I love you so much, and you’re so, so, so beautiful, Arthur.” You traced his protruding ribs with your fingers as you answered him with your tearful voice, your eyes fixed on his bruises. His chest was a starry white night with colored celestial bodies, the more you looked at them and the more the weight of the pain which lurked behind these colored circles pressed upon his frail body.

To look at him was as painful as it was to stop doing it, to stop looking at it actually hurt you even more, and you would never give up that pain, no matter how much it made you cry. They were tears of love needed to water the connection which bound you and which grew every day stronger like a robust tree. Arthur shuddered under your fingers that were caressing him on the protruding bones and under your gaze fixed on the visual pain that adorned his tummy.

His tummy was one of the most vulnerable parts of his body and the most trampled; he had been so accustomed in the past to receiving only bruises and aggressions that sometimes he struggled to enjoy your caresses in this part of his body without the memory of every attack coming back in his mind, in a way so heavy and reckless that sometimes he felt like he was reliving those assaults for real, again.

Life had accustomed him to his pain and before he met you his body had learned to accept any aggression and somatize them without even trying to defend itself. But after he knew you all the pain and dismay he should have felt during those attacks ironically exploded inside him even stronger. Now that he knew what love was like thanks to you and how much he had been deprived of it, it was difficult for him not to be suffocated by his past because now he had something to compare it with: the unconditional love you gave each other every day. He shuddered slightly, but enough to you hear him, too.

“I’m… I’m not, Y/N. Please, I don’t want you to cry because of me.” He said it as if it were an insult because he wouldn’t have wanted for anything in the world seeing you cried for him, as if he didn’t deserve that to cry for him was the woman he loved and from which he couldn’t let himself be touched without being sucked by the memories of his past.

You snuffled and intercrossed his resigned look, clouded by a veil of sadness. “Yes, you are, Art-” Arthur interrupted you, his jaw clenched in a restrained pain and his face turned towards the bedroom door, his gaze looked elsewhere to escape the sight of his own naked body. Not looking at it maybe it would be like not having it at all, he thought. “Look at me, Y/N. My body is so skinny, so full of bruises and scars. I… I’m not beautiful at all.” You smiled understanding in tears and brought your fingers toward his chin to make him turn around and look you in the eye.

“Arthur, baby, you are beautiful, like every bruise on your tummy and every scar on your skin are. Your thinness could never make you any less beautiful than you are now. I wish you could see yourself as I see you.” Arthur smiled at you wistfully and you read his disbelief on his face. “Let me show you, okay?”

“How?” he replied shyly. “I want to love on you piece by piece, remember? I’m not finished yet. There are still so many things I want to love about you.” A playful but hurt smile opened on his lips. “Yeah? Like what?” A sweet grin made room on your face contrasting the tears on your cheeks as you sat more comfortably on him to be able to blow a raspberry on his tummy. “Like your tummy.“

His tummy needed love and attention as much as his hands had been loved just before, it was the part of his body which had been most targeted when he was attacked and that therefore needed to receive all the love that had been denied to it. Arthur’s mind knew how to recognize your sweet touch when you caressed him, but it was something that his body memory had not yet been able to do, and often Arthur shuddered under your touch without being able to control himself, making him ashamed of his own body which didn’t allow him to be touched as he desired by the woman of his life. His skin brought back to the surface all his wounds and you just wanted to be able to eradicate the memory of his past that his skin carried inside him and fill that void with your love.

He giggles and you smiled back. You wanted to see this giggle on his face again and again so you kept peppering raspberries on his tummy repeatedly until you saw his face relaxing, the painful expression he had before vanishing slowly and turning into childlike giggles. “Feel better?” You asked with pleasantly numb lips for all the raspberries you had blowed on his soft skin, Arthur gratefully nodded. “Don’t stop, please.” “Oh, Arthur. No way I’m going to stop.” You grinned and his eyes lit up with anticipation as you approached him. The more your lips tasted his skin, the more hungry you were.

You peppered open-mouthed kisses on his jawline back and forth, Arthur closed his eyes and arched his neck to expose his skin, prompting you to lay your lips on the column of his throat. You both knew the language of your bodies by now and you were aware of what he was asking you, you smiled to yourself following his movement by biting and sucking every part of his neck without leaving any part uncovered and making sure that his desire was fully satisfied. Despite episodes like the one that had happened just before in which it became difficult for him to let himself be touched, between you there was a trust that each time gave the strength to Arthur to come back to you and a complicity thanks to which he was no longer afraid to ask you what he wanted and gave himself completely to yourself.

You sown open mouth kisses along his chest, upon his prominent and definite bones, and in every space between his bones; you wanted him to know there was nothing about him that you didn’t love, that you loved every protruding bone and every frailty of him, by walking with your lips the road that would have lead you to his tummy.

You blow a raspberry on his tummy one last time making him giggle again before devoting yourself entirely to his skin with more ardor. You have sown small kisses as gentle as caresses on the navel and on the trail formed by his pubic hair as if you were kissing his own pain, as if every delicate kiss were erasing each bruise and wound of his body and his own soul. Arthur’s skin was trembling under your fingers and you looked up at him, who was staring at you with a question reflected by his frown brows and by his dismayed expression, a question he didn’t wait to manifest out loud.

“How can you love such an empty, damaged and thin tummy? How can you want me like this?” You smiled compassionately, the authentic unbelief you felt in the tone of his voice and read in his eyes increased your desire to make him understand that he was loved for the man he was; before you answered you placed your lips in the center of his tummy closing your eyes, staying in that position for a few seconds and lingering your lips on him, your nose was rubbing his skin and his smell was entering you. You wanted your skin to fade into his, erase any trace of his bruises and take their place, inhabit his skin and fill it from within in the same way he had done until then his own pain. “Arthur,” you laid forward searching for his face and laid a soft kiss on his lips, “you could never be more beautiful than you already are. I hope one day you’ll see it, too.” He sigh softly. “Do you think it’s possible?” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, “I am sure of it, sweetheart.” You get from him a smile that needed no words, he was already thanking you in silence.

You took the previous position and sowed love on his tummy without ever moving away your lips from his skin and dragging the tip of your nose on it to inebriate you with the sweet smell of his skin and breathe him in. You kissed with open mouth every bruise, every wound, every scar painted by his skin, hoping that the pain his tummy held with it would have been replaced by your love.

Under your lips you felt his tummy moving energetically, rising and falling at an ever faster pace as you increased the passion of your kisses. Your tongue traced the V shaped lines drawing wet trails along its curves, wet kisses alternated with sucking of skin flaps that once freed from the grip of your lips were colored with a bright magenta red and pushed groans out of his mouth. Arthur arched his back in a groan of pleasure stronger than the others, holding the blanket of the bed in such a strong fist that the knuckles of his hands were dyed red, as soon as you bit his pubic skin, and this movement highlighted his protruding bones and lifted his tummy.

Every component of his body was visible before your eyes and in this very moment you fell in love with him once again. Although in this position his tummy was completely relaxed and didn’t create the cozy curve you liked so much, his skin was still soft and your lips sank on his tummy every time you laid a kiss on his fragile skin. You wanted to sink into his tummy completely as your lips sunk into the area they were kissing when you laid them on him.

You tasted his tummy with a hunger that wasn’t subsiding but increased more and more by kissing and licking him around the navel, on the sides of the tummy, again on the V shaped lines and on the trail that ran along his torso, brushing it with your mouth and with your teeth its warm curves.

Your hands played with his pubic hair by twirling them between your fingers before you put a kiss right on his pelvis and lifted your back to sit on his legs as soon as the sound of his groans made you realize he had been well loved.

You looked satisfied at the picture you created. His skin was dressed in wet saliva strips that were drying out, hickey and red love bit. It was a painting similar to the one you saw just before on his skin created by bruises and wound and although the signs of his pain were still visible, now to avert the look there were the signs you yourself had painted on his skin, replacing the picture of wounds with another picture whose origin was not pain, but love. You giggled at the sight of his tummy now no longer red for the bruises but red for the signs of your kisses whose passage you still felt on your numb lips which were pricking. “What’s so funny?” he asked with the voice broken by the short breath. “Nothin’. I put my love on you and it suits you.” Arthur lifted his head slightly curious to look at his tummy and chuckled, blushing at the sight of the marks your mouth had left on his skin. “I love your masterpiece.”

“Yeah…” you said by taking his right hand casually and approaching it to you, “me too.” Arthur noticed in your eyes a ravenous spark that lit up as you carried his hand to your lips, a smirk on your face and your eyes fixed on his as your pupils dilated with a desire hidden in your mind. “Haven’t my hands been loved properly yet, darling?”

“I got a better idea.” You teased him with a smirk on your face. “You know what other piece hasn’t been loved yet?” Arthur’s gaze was confused and without waiting for his answer you brought the index and middle finger of his right hand to your mouth, licking the fingertips slightly.

Arthur’s eyes were burning. Slowly you put his fingers entirely in your mouth, licking every rough crease created by his skin and sucking the graceful curves outlined by the bony fingers. His fingers were grabbed tightly by your lips, your tongue surrounded them, caressing them softly, and beneath your body you felt Arthur’s hardness make room between your folds. Arthur swallowed and his gaze vibrated in the realization, a thought was being born in his mind at that moment; he understood what you were implying and suggesting. He arched his pelvis pressing his hardness against you eager to feel those same emotions no longer on his fingers but on his length. A whine came out of your lips while you were still sucking and tongue-covering his long callous fingers back and forth, imitating the movements you would make shortly thereafter. His fingers perfectly matched the shape of your cheeks and welcomed them entirely.

“Y/N, please.” You grinned with his fingers still in your mouth, sucking them one last time slowly, very slowly, the desire was growing within Arthur as much as its hardness beneath you. You pulled his fingers out of your mouth by lingering on his fingertips and sucking them one last time, just before kissing his palm and giving him back his hand. Your eyes were wild and bold.

Holding your gaze fixed on Arthur’s you came back to bite his tummy, your teeth gently grabbed small flaps of his skin and shortly after freed them from their grasp. You were leaving once again red marks along the way with your teeth, your tongue wanted to rewrite the same wet stripes on his skin with your saliva that you had traced just before and now had vanished.

Your hands were exploring his legs calmly, having no hurry to reach your goal and loving the sweet torment that Arthur could no longer bear, when your lips began to linger on his pubic skin and your tongue traveled through the little hairs that came out of his pants.

By now you were exploring the tight muscles of his thighs as if you were touching them for the first time and wanted to imprint their shapes in your hands, making your way to the zipper of the pants. Your lips were still dedicated to his tummy, which now looked like a garden full of newly blooming red poppies.

Arthur let out a happy moan with anticipation when finally your hands reached the hem of his pants and you put your fingers on the zipper. You unbuttoned them and started to lower them slowly, letting his underwear reveal itself and his cock unfold in front of you without rushing. You wanted to undress him slowly, like you were unwrapping a present and not want to spoil the package.

Arthur’s length was almost completely visible, and as you continued to lower his pants, you kissed his hardness from above the underwear, let Arthur’s body nervously shaking as if a lightning had just crossed it.

“Oh, screw it.” In a rushed gesture he lifted his pelvis to take his pants off as quickly as possible, helping himself even with his own hands, unable to wait any longer. You laughed at how eager and hasty his desire had become, and by exchanging a complicit look you pulled his pants towards an indefinite point of the room. Arthur bit his lips and arched his pelvis towards your face with anticipation.

“So eager, Artie.” You said in a flirtatious voice leading your lips once again to his underwear to pepper his still dressed length with small slow kisses. “Y/N, please.” The impatient desire matched perfectly with his stiffened features, his eyes looked at you pleading, waiting for your touch on him. All you could do was enjoy how magical your touch was for him and knowing that even the smallest part of you was enough to turn his head in such a way you smiled. By licking your own lips finally you fulfilled his wish, lowering his underwear and feeling a heat blazing from your body at the sight of his nakedness ready only for you.

You took his starved length between your right hand and Arthur let out a satisfied moan, letting your lips erase the impatience he felt up to the soul. You kissed the tip of his cock distilled with precum and feeling him shaken under your hand you laid the other hand on his pelvis to hold him still, keeping to caress his skin. You were as hungry as he was, and with an impatience that you yourself could no longer sustain, you took it all in your mouth. You felt his toughness increase between your cheeks and under your lips, moving at a rhythmic pace which surrounded him in a warm and wet grip.

You raised your eyes to him, he was biting his lips and his eyes were closed in an expression of pleasure, little baby hair were glued to his sweaty forehead and his hands shook the blanket in a firm grip. The sight of pleasure on his face and the effects of your lips on his body pleased and aroused you at the same time, locking you in a spiral that only Arthur could satisfy.

Your tongue caressed every part of his skin that you felt pulsating inside your mouth more and more as you stroked his cock up and down and your teeth scratched his length gently making him shiver in a pleasant pain as if they were small pinching.

You took it all the way down by touching his pubic little curls with your lips and Arthur arched his back letting out a groan that he didn’t try to dampen in the slightest. By now he felt comfortable with you and was no longer ashamed to let you hear the melodies of pleasure your touch provoked. In a rushed gesture he grabbed your hair with his right hand with the same energy with which just before he was grabbing the blanket, moving his arm by following the rhythm your head was following that by now had increased. You brought your hand on his tummy where you could still feel the wet tracks your tongue had left before and shortly afterwards in his inner thigh, studying every muscle flexed for pleasure. His trembling legs and his pelvis raised to your face more frequently made you realize he was coming and you were ready with all of yourself to welcome his fluid inside you.

Arthur exploded inside your mouth arching his back and his stretched out tummy into a broken moan which was telling out loud your name hidden in his trembling lips. You smiled to yourself satisfied at the thought that you were the woman he allowed to be touched with such a intense intimacy, and made sure that not a single drop of his cum escaped from your still tight mouth around his cock which you didn’t want to let go yet.

His body relaxed under you and you pulled him out of your grip by kissing his tip on which there were still remnants of his fluid, not a single drop of him would have been wasted. Arthur lowered his back and stretched out again, his face shattered and his hair wet with sweat. The hand that had grasped your hair tightly now were placed on your cheek to caress you gently. You purred and kissed the heels of his hand, then you reached his face and kissed him making him taste his own flavor.

“I love you, Arthur.” You said by laying your forehead on his and breathing as much as you could the dense and erotic smell emanated from his body. “I know. You just showed it to me,” he chuckled while was still trying to catch the breath that your touch had stolen from him, leading your body to lie down on his, “piece by piece.” You let yourself be guided by his hands and hid your face in the corner of his neck, his arms surrounded you entirely while your body laying on his own, rubbing each other’s skin. “I really mean it, Artie. I love every piece of you, even, and especially, those you can’t love yet.” You lifted your head slightly to look him in the eye and stroked his cheek, the television still on seemed to have been forgotten by both of you that in this embrace were melting your pains one another. “I love you entirely.” In the only way you deserved to be loved, you continued to say in your mind without the need to pronounce it; he knew it.

He fell asleep shortly after holding you tight in this embrace, the tiredness and the peaceful exhaustion of your love still within him, and as you listened to his rising and falling chest under your body you were sure that on this night the parts of him that needed more care had been loved as they deserved and the pain they carried on him had been lightened for real.

You would have loved him piece by piece so many other times, until every wound and every bruises which carried his suffering would have been erased from his soul.

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imnotasuperhero · 4 years

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No one said life gets in the way (It’s just us from here) - Wandanat

Soooo.. I’ve got this requested as a song drabble. But ya know.. this bitch got her feelings all over the place so she created this beuatiful 1k-ish baby out of literally a bigass keysmash.

Huge thanks to @alwaysblackbirdbluecookies for requesting this story!! You’re a blessing Cookie. I love you, my fav gremlin. I hope you enjoy this one.

Also, I want to thank @marvelfansince08love for betaing this. You’re amazing, Angel.

Title: No one said life gets in the way (It’s just us from here)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Wanda doubts her relationship with Natasha. Is this really the end?

Or, a fic based on the song Every time you leave by I prevail.

Wordcount: 1270

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Waking up to an empty bed yet again, she understood why they said work and relationships don’t go well together.

You see, as of lately, Wanda has been feeling her relationship slip through her fingers. And the fact that she seemed to be the only one fighting for it, wasn’t helping at all.

She wasn’t a fool to believe everything would be rainbows and sunshine, much less in their line of work. But she did expect Natasha to work her part which, she did during their honeymoon phase. But with missions being a constant and their mismatched schedules, they barely got to spend time together that wasn’t while trining or they occasional missions together. And she wasn’t sure if she could keep things going on. She wasn’t that strong.

Making her way to the kitchen, her hot body welcomed the cool of the hardwood floor beneath her bare feet.

“Morning, kid.”

Wanda accepted the offered steamy mug with a smile. “Just because you’re ancient doesn’t mean I’m a kid,” she smirked, moving towards the toaster. She sipped from her tea enjoying the warmth.

“You know what, Maximoff?” Wanda giggled at the smile she could hear in Steve’s voice.

“I love you too, Blondy.” She blew him a kiss before turning back to her current task, enjoying the quietness of the early morning.

It wasn’t till much later in the afternoon that she heard the elevator’s door open revealing Bucky, Sam, and Natasha, their faces tired and with a few scratches.

“Welcome home,” Wanda greeted them. Her eyes unconsciously moving towards the redhead standing a few feets away.

“Hi Wan,” Natasha smiled at her before walking away. To get cleaned up, Wanda cheered herself. She knew how awful Natasha felt before her much needed cleaning ritual. God, she really hoped it was that and not the bad ideas her mind was producing.

But it seemed that luck wasn’t on her side since a refreshed Natasha walked straight to the library without sparing her a glance. Needless to say, her heart shattered a little more at that moment. ‘Maybe they weren’t meant to be,’ Wanda thought to herself retreating to her room.

Her heart clutched at the thought of the upcoming break-up. Her mind replaying happy moments as a default mechanism. She wasn’t ready for it yet.

“Why you crying?” Soft fingers brushing away the tears she didn’t know she was crying, brought her back to reality. She didn’t even hear her door opening. “You weren’t in our room,” Natasha clarified.

“Our room?” Wanda couldn’t help the anger bubbling inside her. “It’s always been your room, Natasha. I just happened to be an unwelcomed occupant.”

“Why you- I’m lost?”

Wanda couldn’t help the dry laugh that scaped her. “Of course you have no clue. For being a super spy, you definitely suck sometimes.”

Wanda snapped away from Natasha’s touch. It was as if she’s been burned. The honest confusion in those green eyes did little to ease her anger.

“Can you quit being a bitch?” Natasha countered. “I’m honestly having none of this.”

“Of course you’re not. You barely pay attention to us,” Wanda swallowed the lump in her throat in order to speak the words. “You barely notice me,”

“I- I’m sorry.” She spoke before walking away leaving a furious Wanda behind.

Wanda’s words accompanied by the hot tears were a kick to her chest. Was she really this dumb? Scratch that, dumb didn’t even cover it.

“Aha!” Natasha patted her back mentally when she found what she was looking for. “I hope this works,” she murmured making her way back to her still -hopefully- girlfriend.

Her legs carried her to her room, mind going a mile per hour at the need to fix this.

She could always ask FRIDAY to open it, but she knew better than that. Even if she knew these next moments were crucial to fix what was left of their relationship.

Knocking on the door, she waited for the ‘go-ahead’. “Wan, please. Open up,” she begged. She could feel the sweat starting to form in her palms. Heartbeats increasing its speed. “Baby, I’m sorry, please open up.”

God, she really screwed it up, didn’t she?

Just when she was about to walk away defeated, the door finally opened revealing an upset Wanda.

“Messing doesn’t even cover it,” Wanda interrupted making her gulp.

“Please, hear me out?” Natasha felt her legs trembling under the scrutiny of those reddened eyes. Breathing a little easier when the witch stepped aside. “I know I messed-”

“What’s this?” The witch grabbed the offering object inspecting it. The cold of the metal, a contrast to her warm fingers.

She took a few deep breaths, trembling when Wanda closed the door behind them. She raked her brains for the right words to say, but she came up empty.

“I bought it in one of the missions. It reminded me of you,” Natasha explained timidly. Wanda’s heart jumping at the thought of being remembered. “It represents you.”

Wanda caressed the soft little power stone. Its purple color a nice contrast to the platinum of the spiral surrounding it. “It’s beautiful,”

“Just like you,” Wanda could feel the smirk in Natasha’s voice. Her stomach feeling funny at those words. “I love when you get flustered,” Natasha laughed at the pink appearing on her cheeks.

“I hate you,” Wanda couldn’t help the little giggle that scaped her.

“I know,” Natasha sobered the tone of her voice.

Wanda was about to explain when she was stopped by a hand cupping her cheek and soft lips kissing her forehead. “I know, and I’m so so sorry.”

Natasha realized how Wanda must feel. All those times Wanda begged her for something but she wasn’t reciprocating it. She couldn’t blame her for being an asshole of a girlfriend.

Wanda opened her mouth but closed it at the last minute, something Natasha thanked her for, with a small smile. “I love you, Wanda. And I can promise you I’ll never ever stop loving you,” she looked for her eyes, hoping Wanda could see the honesty in hers. “I should’ve known better than to neglect you these past few weeks. I should’ve known better than to shut you out.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I should never ever give you for granted, and I just did that,” Natasha took Wanda’s hand and brought her to her bed.

“Oh, Nat. Of course, I forgive you,” Wanda kissed her palm. “I just… I wish you talked to me about whatever it is on your mind, baby. You know I would never think less of you.”

“I- I promise I’ll make it up to you. To us,” she squeezed Wanda’s hand.

Clutching the pendant in her hand, Wanda lost herself in Natasha’s eyes. Breathing in all the honesty she found there. “Can we really work this out?” She needed the reassurance. “I don’t want to lose you,”

Natasha leaned over for a kiss. All the love and passion in it warming Wanda’s chest. “I promise,” Natasha spoke after they broke apart for much-needed air. “I promise I’ll give my best to fix us and then some more just in case. You’re my happy ending, Wanda Maximoff. And I’m sorry I didn’t show you. But I’m gonna do it from now on. Every day.” Natasha finished and Wanda didn’t need to read her mind to know she meant it.

Maybe love and work can mix after all. It just needs compromise and communication. Something Wanda could totally work with, and Natasha too, now.

Wanda kissed her again, sealing the pact. “I love you too, Natasha Romanoff.”

#songfic #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat #scarletwidow #requested #cookie.tag #thank you #ily cookie #my writing #vee loves lay

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king-finnigan · 4 years

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(I’m So) Human - Chapter 1

Summary: From the moment Jaskier lays eyes on the white-haired stranger in Posada, he's mesmerized. The man is a mystery he can't wait to solve, and for twenty-two years he finds himself by his side, trying to find out who Geralt of Rivia really, truly is. Eventually, he gives the Witcher his heart, hoping that, maybe, this time, it won't get broken.

A/n: I suck at summaries tbh, the fic is basically just Jaskier pining, set to the lyrics of Human by Dodie (which is an amazing song by the way). As always, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to leave a like and a comment if you feel like it!

You can also read this on AO3! M A S T E R L I S T

The first time he sees the white-haired stranger in the corner of the tavern, he’s mesmerized. Absentmindedly, he picks a cup of ale or wine or whatever from a passing tray, the woman holding it invisible to him as he keeps his eyes trained on the man.

“Love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.” Great one, Jaskier. The stranger stays quiet, piquing the Bard’s interest even more. It’s always the silent ones that have the most to tell.

More silence. Suit yourself then, I’m not giving up. “No one else here has hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance. Except” he moves until he’s in the man’s line of sight “for you.”

He sits down, and notices the yellow eyes, rolling in annoyance. A reaction. Good. The golden irises make a beautiful contrast with the white of the hair and the black of the armour. Like dandelions sprouting from snow, surrounded by rocks, unaware that spring has not yet started. I’ll have to remember that for my next song.

He cocks his head, as he sees the two swords lying next to the stranger, and he can practically taste the lyrics and notes of his next ballad on his tongue. This man will have so many stories to tell.

It is then that he realizes it’s not just a man he’s sitting in front of, but a Witcher. And not just any Witcher, either. One he’s heard a thing or two about, as a matter of fact. Geralt of Rivia, the Butcher of Blaviken.

He licks his lips, a nervous tick he used to be chastised for when he was young. “Oh, fun.”

I wanna pick you up and scoop you out.

He follows Geralt out of the tavern, along the path to Dol Blathanna, where the elves used to live. Sure, he gets punched in his stomach by the Witcher, but when has he ever let a minor setback stop him, really? I’ll take that over getting pelted with food, any day.

The Witcher doesn’t answer any of his inquiries, though, only granting him a disinterested ‘Hmm’ once or twice. Still, there are other ways to get a story.

Jaskier sighs, as his feet start to hurt and the blistering sun hurts the back of his neck. He almost – almost starts to regret the decision to follow the Witcher around, but he figures doing so will already make a better song than anything he’s written for the past few months.

And maybe, just maybe, if he can get some more information about the Witcher’s past adventures, somehow, or about the monsters he’s fought, Jaskier can finally start earning some money from his music. Like everyone in my life has said I wouldn’t.

I want the secrets your secrets haven’t found.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been a few hours since he’s met Geralt, and he’s full of inspiration and ideas and music as they walk back to Posada. He’s strumming his new instrument, and he silently apologizes to his old, now broken lute, but gods what a beauty this one is.

Jaskier’s ribcage hurts when he breathes too deeply, and he’s got a headache from the stone projectile that the Silvan hit him with, but he’s singing his ideas out to the quiet mountains around him – and to the one on the horse behind him.

“Where’s your newfound respect?” Jaskier looks back when he hears the gravelly voice, still not really used to the sound of it. He can’t help but notice the way the light reflects on the Witcher’s hair, the way his yellow eyes complement the sun above them beautifully. He shakes the thoughts away, shrugs.

“Respect doesn’t make history.” Because that’s what he needs to do – make history. He’s low on money, on supplies, on self-confidence, and the way he’s been pelted with food and insults every day for the past week tells him he’s not going to get the coin he so desperately needs unless he writes the best song anyone on the Continent has ever written, and spreads it around as quickly as possible. This is that song.

Not only that, but he’s seen the way people look at Geralt, he knows how low on coin the Witcher is. They both need the fame and the money.

The perfect symbiotic relationship. The Bard sings the praises of the Witcher, who, in turn, provides him with new song material. If only Geralt would realize that.

And maybe, just maybe, Jaskier would find the friend he’s been missing all his life. Someone who believes in him the way his family never has. He turns back around, and starts walking again, singing the foundations of his new song to the empty mountains around them.

A few heartbeats pass, and he can’t help but smile as he hears the clopping of Roach’s hooves behind him again.

Paint me in trust, I’ll be your best friend.

That evening, they’re sitting in a tavern again, a little ways outside Posada, in a corner, as Geralt seems to prefer. I should remember that.

The Witcher is counting his coin, and Jaskier pretends not to see how little there is, as he’s scribbling his new song in his notebook. Geralt orders two more ales with money he doesn’t really have, and Jaskier doesn’t protest.

They sit in comfortable silence, only interrupted once in a while by a stray comment from the Bard or a question that doesn’t get answered. Please just talk to me. He doesn’t mind the lack of response that much, though, as he’s already glad Geralt hasn’t told him to fuck off yet, or straight-up left. Thank the gods he’s still here with me.

He looks at the way the candlelight dances across the Witcher’s skin, old scars casting long shadows over his face. Jaskier tried asking about them earlier, but Geralt had just frowned, and the Bard had sensed that he didn’t want to talk about them. So he hasn’t asked again.

Yellow eyes meet his and he looks away, gazing around the room as he takes a sip of stale ale, eyes returning to the Witcher once he senses Geralt isn’t looking at him anymore.

He feels warm, fuzzy, and he frowns at the pint. It’s only his second, and he usually doesn’t get drunk this fast. He looks back at Geralt, and the fuzzy feeling increases. He hopes the Witcher won’t leave without him tomorrow. Don’t hope too much, Jaskier.

Yet, he doesn’t want this feeling he gets every time he looks at Geralt to go away. Not just yet, anyway.

Call me the one, this night just can’t end.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been a month since he’s met the Witcher, and they’re in the woods, halfway between two towns, both of the villages too far away to reach before midnight. It’s okay, though. Jaskier’s used to sleeping outside by now.

He lays his bedroll down as Geralt lights the fire, the heat barely managing to chase away the chill of the early autumn night. Jaskier smiles as he remembers the time he tried to build a fire, two weeks ago. Geralt had barely managed to stop him from burning down the entire forest, and the Witcher had told him he’s never ever allowed to make a fire again.

Geralt now sits down heavily on a log, his hands fumbling with the straps of his armour, eyes weary and annoyed. Gods, I’m tired of seeing him struggle every night.

Jaskier rushes over, nimble fingers undoing the straps and knots quite easily. Geralt scoffs, his hand coming up to push the Bard’s away. “I can take off my armour perfectly fine by myself, thanks.”

Jaskier rolls his eyes, standing upright and putting his hands on his hips. “I know that, dear Witcher, but you take forever to do it. So, let me help, and we’ll be able to eat three hours earlier than if you were to do it by yourself. I’m starving.”

Geralt looks at him for a moment, yellow eyes calculating, flickering in the light of the fire. Finally, after a staring contest that leaves Jaskier weak at the knees, the Witcher looks at the ground. “Hmm.”

The Bard takes that as permission, and bends forward again, undoing the straps, ignoring the way his fingers itch to reach his hand up and touch Geralt’s skin, to brush over the old scars and the shadows the light of the flames cast.

He glances up, and sees the Witcher’s gaze on him, a strange look in the golden eyes. Jaskier cocks his head, letting go of the armour and placing his hands on his knees as he lifts up his eyebrows. “What?”

Geralt looks back at the fire, the weird glint in his eyes suddenly gone, face even. “Nothing.”

Jaskier frowns, but continues his work after a moment or two, in a silence that isn’t entirely comfortable.

Will you share your soul with me?

“Come on, Geralt, surely you have some interesting stories to tell me.” Jaskier has his notebook in his lap, pencil ready to write down any sparse detail the Witcher might give him.

Geralt shrugs. “It’s monster hunting, Jaskier, it’s not as interesting as everyone thinks.” He smirks at the annoyed look Jaskier gives him. Oh, you bastard, you just love aggravating me, don’t you?

Geralt continues: “You get the contract, you find the monster, you kill it, you get money sometimes. That’s all there is to it.”

Jaskier sighs dramatically, and rolls his eyes, making a show of putting the pencil and the notebook away. “Really, Geralt, if you won’t tell me anything, then I’ll just have to follow you around some more.”

He sneaks a look at the Witcher, and sees him frown. He waits a few seconds, insecure, hands fidgeting a little, and relief washes over him as Geralt doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t tell him to fuck off or go away.

Instead, the Witcher shrugs and stands up, spreading his bedroll on the ground near the fire, back turned to Jaskier. “You should sleep, it’s getting late.”

The Bard hesitates. “Right, right. I’ll uh… yeah.” He lays down on the other side of the fire, hands tucked beneath his head. He looks at Geralt’s back, the slow rise and fall of the broad side with every deep breath of the Witcher, lulling him to sleep, as he tries to imagine a story for each and every one of the Witcher’s scars.

Unzip your skin and let me have a see.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been half a year since he’s met the Witcher, and they arrive at an inn, where the innkeeper informs them there is only one room left, the town unusually busy with the upcoming Spring Festival. Geralt shrugs and takes it, walking away as the other man tries to say something, his voice dying in his throat as Jaskier looks at him apologetically.

As they walk up the stairs, the Bard eyes the bar that covers the entirety of the ground floor, trying to calculate if there are enough people there to make a performance worth his time. Some rich-looking men walk in, and he decides in favour of making some coin tonight.

He follows Geralt through the hall to their shared room. This isn’t the first time they’ve slept in the same room, since they always seem low on coin, and inns are an expensive luxury. Neither of them considers it a problem. This time, however, it’s a bit different. There’s only one bed. Oh no.

He opens his mouth to say something, but no sound comes out. His mind is blank and, for once, he can’t find his words. Geralt doesn’t seem fazed, though, and starts taking his armour off. He looks at Jaskier. “Are you going to help me or are you just going to keep staring at me?”

I could stare at you for the rest of my life, Witcher. He sputters, and drops his stuff in the corner unceremoniously, rushing over to Geralt to help him with the straps that are harder to reach. The silence lasts for a minute or two, until Jaskier finally remembers how to speak. “Uh… Geralt.”

The Witcher looks at him in annoyance. “What?”

Jaskier swallows thickly, glancing around the room, keeping his eyes trained on anything but Geralt. “There’s only one bed.”

Silence. He finally looks up at the Witcher, who frowns at him. “And?”

The Bard notices that his fumbling fingers are slightly shaking, and he lowers his hands, balling them by his sides. Keep it together, Jaskier. “Who’s going to sleep on the floor?”

Geralt snorts, looking at him incredulously, as if he’s just asked the most stupid question in the world. He looks at me like that a lot. The Witcher shakes his head slightly. “No one is.”

“Oh.” Jaskier nods, hands coming up again to continue their work. “Okay.”

Paint me in trust, I’ll be your best friend.

He comes back from his performance later that night, setting his lute down in the corner, dunking a bag full of coin next to it, the clinking of metal loud in the quiet room as it hits the wood. But oh so satisfying.

Geralt is already fast asleep, and Jaskier pulls of his doublet as silently as possible, changing into his night clothes quickly. The only light in the room comes from the fireplace, and he pokes at the low flames for a moment, pushing them back to life. He turns around, startling as he meets golden eyes.

He winces. “Sorry for waking you up.”

Geralt lays back down, pulling the sheets closer as Jaskier slips into the bed. It’s big enough for the both of them but his heart still flutters at the close proximity to Geralt’s bare back, the light of the fire dancing across the muscles. “It’s fine, Jaskier, go to sleep”

The Bard doesn’t close his eyes, though, and he simply watches as Geralt’s breath deepens again. He resists the urge to stretch his fingers out, to cross the four-inch gap between them into unchartered territory. Surely, Geralt wouldn’t appreciate it if he did.

So he watches, unable to close his eyes, shivering slightly as he realizes the Witcher’s hogging all the blankets. You beautiful, annoying bastard.

He takes in every small freckle, every old scar on Geralt’s back, the flames in the hearth slowly dimming as the hours progress, making themselves at home in his heart instead.

Call me the one, this night just can’t end.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been ten years since he’s met the Witcher, and he sighs as he throws his arms up in exasperation. “It’s a Siren, Geralt! That would make for an amazing song, why won’t you let me come along?”

Geralt rolls his eyes. “Because you would take out your earplugs to hear the Siren’s song, and you would die. That’s why.” He cuts off Jaskier’s rebuttal. “Don’t tell me you weren’t already planning on doing that, I know you.”

Jaskier steps in front of the Witcher as he makes a move to walk out of their shared room at the inn. “Well, if you know that’ll happen, then does it really matter if I do it? You’ll know to hold me back!”

Geralt sighs and pushes the Bard aside. “It does matter because I don’t want to have to rescue you while I’m fighting a Siren. I’ll need to put all my focus into not dying myself, so I won’t be able to keep you safe as well.”

The Witcher opens the door, only for it to be pushed shut again by Jaskier. The Bard ignores the way Geralt snarls at him, determined to come along. “I’ll be fine, Geralt. I’m sure the Siren’s song won’t even be that alluring. I mean, you’ve heard it before, you haven’t died yet.”

Geralt groans a little, and takes the front of Jaskier’s doublet in his hand, pushing the Bard against the wall. Jaskier tries to ignore how close they are, how he only has to move forward an inch to bridge the gap between them, how he’s fantasised about being in this position so many times. Stop it, Jaskier.

Geralt sneers at him, his breath fanning over the Bard’s skin, setting fire to his soul. “I didn’t die because I’m a Witcher, and you’re not. End of discussion.” And with that, he’s gone in the blink of an eye, the door slamming behind him, leaving Jaskier alone in the room.

I’m so human.

He startles as Geralt throws his bag down next to him, sitting down heavily as he orders a drink from the barmaid. Jaskier can immediately tell something went wrong. There’s fire in the golden eyes, and the Witcher looks like absolute hell, white hair drenched in salty water, his clothes torn in several places, deep, barely healed wounds visible on his skin.

“So, how’d it go?” The Bard pushes a plate of food he had already ordered toward Geralt, and the Witcher shoves it away, brow creased and angry. Something definitely went wrong.

“Like shit.” He downs his ale in one go, slamming it back down on the table. He seems determined to leave it at that, probably hoping Jaskier will stop asking questions. He should know better by now.

“How come? Did something happen?” He gets no response, and worry flares up in his chest. He ignores the way Geralt’s hand clenches on the table, how a muscle pulls in his jaw. “Geralt, what happened? Talk to me.” His hand fidgets with the hem of his shirt, and he starts to ramble, nervousness in the pit of his stomach. “I mean, please do tell me, you didn’t even let me come along to listen to the Siren’s song and-“

He flinches as the Witcher slams his fist on the table, a hush falling over the crowded room, picking up again after a few seconds.

“That’s exactly what happened,” Geralt hisses, “some idiots almost got themselves and me almost killed because they were so desperate to hear the Siren’s song.” He points his finger at Jaskier, accusing. “They were just as stupid as you, and you’re very lucky I didn’t let you come along or you would’ve died.”

It’s silent for a few seconds, before Geralt stands up abruptly, his hands flat on the table. “Next time I tell you you’re not allowed to follow me, you. Fucking. Listen. Understand?”

Jaskier nods shakily, and the Witcher turns around, stomping upstairs, leaving Jaskier alone at the table.

We’re just human.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been sixteen years since he’s met the Witcher, and he finds him fishing in a town called Rinde. He looks tired, and Jaskier can’t help but feel concern for the mania the Witcher seems to exude. The dark circles under the golden eyes are deep, and his movement jagged, forced, as if he has too much energy yet none at the same time. And let’s not forget the stupidity of the idea of asking a djinn for a nap.

He’s surprised when Geralt tells him he can’t sleep, a million different ways to help him get some rest crossing his mind, ranging from ‘let’s get a hammer’ to ‘I’ll wash your hair and sing you to sleep’. Still, he doesn’t say anything of the sorts, instead opting to focus on the recent heartbreak he went through. You will manage, but I’m not sure I will if you tell me to go.

That’s when Geralt insults his singing, and betrayal and confusion courses through his veins. This is somehow worse than you telling me to leave. He stutters, hands shaky as he points his finger at the Witcher. “You need a nap!”

His brain short-circuits again, when Geralt finds the amphora. “What’s that?”

The next few minutes are a blur, everything happening all at once, and in the end he’s left gasping on the forest floor, blood leaking from his mouth. He reaches back, trying to find Geralt, trying to find his anchor in this world, and feels a warm hand on his shoulder, calming him down.

Lean for me and I’ll fall back.

Geralt helps him on Roach, climbing on the mare behind Jaskier, strong arms around him, holding onto the reigns. He spurs the horse on, and they ride to the town, in search of the elven doctor. Jaskier gasps and wheezes, more and more strength leaving him with every ragged breath, with every drop of blood falling from his lips.

He leans back a bit, finding comfort in Geralt’s broad chest, the arms tightening around him slightly. His mind wanders, as the trees become a blur around him, to his most recent heartbreak.

He could’ve – should’ve known the Countess would leave him. They hadn’t exactly had the most stable of relationships. Still, it hurts. Being rejected over and over again always does. Usually, he’s gone by the morning, before he has the chance to develop something deeper than infatuation, before the other person can break his heart.

The only exception had been the Countess, and look where that got him. Back into misery, back into insecurity and hurt.

Back into Geralt’s life. The only other person he has exposed his heart to, and the only person who hasn’t crushed it. Something flutters in his chest, and he writes it off to the blood he’s coughing up again, before leaning back into Geralt’s chest.

You’ll fit so nicely, you’ll keep me intact.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been sixteen years since he’s met the Witcher, and he’s never seen the Geralt act so unbelievably stupid.

“Are you perhaps short of a marble?” He walks sideways as he tries to keep up with Geralt, who’s stalking back to the house Jaskier just escaped from. On his way to save that terrifying Witch, for some reason. Great, typical Geralt. Fucking idiot.

Chireadan, the elven doctor, grabs Geralt’s arm, earning a pointed glare from the Witcher. “You have to go in there, don’t you? I recognize the look, I know how you feel.” Look? What look?

“You’re making me uncomfortable.” Same here. Geralt tears his arm away from the doctor’s loose grip, and starts walking towards the house again.

Jaskier has to run to catch up with him. “Do not tell me this is actually the moment you’ve decided to care about someone other than yourself.” He stands in front of Geralt, and the Witcher finally stops.

Geralt looks at him, cocking his head, something Jaskier can’t quite identify in his yellow eyes. “She saved your life, Jaskier, I can’t let her die.” With that, he pushes past the Bard, back into the house.

Jaskier sighs, and considers following Geralt for a moment, but ultimately decides against it. Really, what good can he do against such powerful magic? His shoulders sag, and he tries to push back the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Surely, Geralt will be fine, he’s faced worse threats before.

He’ll let the Witcher handle it, he decides. It’s best for him to stay outside, to make sure that no one, not even he, gets in Geralt’s way.

The building collapses behind him.

Paint me in trust, I’ll be your best friend.

Geralt is alive, and Jaskier can’t take his eyes off him, only looking away when the Witcher meets his gaze. They’re sitting in a tavern in Rinde, and the room around them is noisy. A lively crowd, but Jaskier doesn’t feel like performing tonight. He doesn’t want to leave Geralt’s side for even a second, scared the Witcher might disappear if he looks away, back to the Witch, or dead after all.

At some point Geralt grows annoyed at Jaskier’s quietness and staring. “Djinn got your tongue?” He laughs at his own stupid joke as he takes a sip of ale, and the Bard blinks, trying to clear his mind.

“No, sorry. Just… a lot happened today, is all.” He looks down at his lukewarm pint, his stomach recoiling at the smell of it, mixed with the scent of sweat that rolls off the people around him in waves.

Geralt stands up. “Well, I’m going to sleep.” He walks to the stairs, to their shared room. Jaskier follows fifteen minutes later, trying and failing to compose himself before going upstairs.

Geralt is already fast asleep, somehow, when Jaskier gets there. He changes into his night clothes, but sits on his bed the rest of the night, looking at Geralt’s sleeping form. The Witcher’s usually so crass face is serene, and Jaskier wonders what he’s dreaming about. Wonders if he’s there, too.

He’s afraid to look away, to fall asleep, scared Geralt might not be there when he wakes up. All those times I’ve watched him sleep, and I never once asked him if Witchers dream.

Call me the one, this night just can’t end.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been twenty-two years since he’s met the Witcher, and he sits down slowly, carefully next to Geralt on the rock at the edge of the cliff.

He knows Geralt is hurting, he knows he blames himself for what happened to Borch, Téa and Véa. He knows he can’t say anything to make it right, but he tries anyway. “You did your best. There’s nothing else you could’ve done.”

It’s silent for a few moments, and the whistling of the wind reminds him of Oxenfurt, of the familiar beaches and the open sea. I think Geralt would love the ocean. He licks his lips, a nervous habit he still hasn’t lost after all these years. “Look, why don’t we leave tomorrow? That is, if you give me another chance to prove myself a worthy travel companion.”

Geralt smiles a little, half a chuckle leaving his mouth and Jaskier considers that a victory. “We could head to the coast. Get away for a while.” Please say yes, please say yes.

Silence. His mouth decides to run off without him. “Sounds like something Borch would say, doesn’t it?” Great one, Jaskier, remind him of it again.

It’s quiet for another moment, and he decides to continue: “Life is too short.” Too short to spend another day without you. “Do what pleases you, while you can.” His voice has trailed off into a whisper, the words too loud to say them at a normal volume.

Finally, Geralt speaks. “Working on your next song?” I’d never write a song about your pain.

“No, just…” he hesitates, unsure of what to say, “just trying to figure out what pleases me.” A lie. He already knows.

I want to give you your grin.

They sit there for a while, watching the sky turn a million different shades of pink, orange, purple, and, eventually, dark blue as the sun sets. Geralt hasn’t rejected his idea to go to the coast, but hasn’t said yes either, and Jaskier is on edge.

Still, the Witcher hasn’t told him to fuck off, either, and hasn’t left. He’s just sitting there, looking at the view, face peaceful and serene, for once. Jaskier can’t stop himself from stealing glances of Geralt’s profile, admiring the way the sunlight dances across his skin, makes the white hair almost glow. He looks like an angel.

Suddenly, Geralt stands up, taking a deep sigh. He claps his hand on Jaskier’s shoulder as he turns, making his way to… oh.

Disappointment and hurt rears up in the Bard’s chest, as he sees Geralt enter Yennefer’s tent. Maybe he just wants to talk.

He waits for what seems to be an eternity, confusion, hurt, and anger in the pit of his stomach. The sun is fully gone now, and cold creeps into his bones. Geralt still hasn’t emerged from the Witch’s tent.

“Oi!” A voice calls out from twenty yards away. He looks over, seeing one of the dwarves. “What’re you doin’ out there on yer own, Bard? Come sit with us.”

Jaskier smiles lightly, stealing one last glance of the tent before making his way over to the fire, trying to fight the tears forming in his eyes.

So tell me you can’t bear a room that I’m not in.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been twenty-two years since he’s met the Witcher, and he’s never felt more lonely.

He’s sitting by the fire, no more than embers in ashes, as the dwarves snore around him. His bedroll is soft underneath him, but he can’t bring himself to lay down and go to sleep.

His eyes hurt from being kept open too long, and he has to remind himself to blink, to chase the fuzziness in his vision away. He rubs his shoulders a bit, fingers freezing and stiff against his doublet, cold creeping into his bones.

He sighs, unable to keep his eyes off Yennefer’s tent. Geralt still hasn’t emerged from it, and Jaskier can only imagine what they’re doing in there. He suppresses a spike of jealousy that carves against his insides.

That should be me. He shakes his head to drive the thought away. Geralt clearly doesn’t feel the same way about him. He hasn’t taken up on Jaskier’s offer to go to the coast, and he went to Yennefer’s tent immediately afterwards. Besides, Geralt is his own person, he can do as he pleases.

His heart stops for a second at the thought. Do as he pleases. Oh.

Jaskier’s driven Geralt straight into the arms of the Witch.

He fights to hold back the tears spilling from his eyes, and rubs his arms some more, half in search of warmth, half in search of comfort. He keeps staring at the tent, hoping, foolishly, that Geralt will emerge from it before the dawn, and return to Jaskier once more.

Paint me in trust, I’ll be your best friend. Call me the one, this night just can’t end.

҉ ҉ ҉

It’s been twenty-two years since he’s met the Witcher, and he wakes up alone.

He looks around, startling as he sees the sun already high in the sky. The fire has completely died out, and everyone else, including the dwarves, are gone. Yennefer’s tent has disappeared.

He grabs his stuff, jogging along the path, calling out for everyone and anyone. He’s hungry, and still half-asleep, but determined to find out where the others are, and – most importantly – why they left him behind.

Though, he can kind of figure out why himself. He’s not part of the dwarves’ company, and Geralt and Yennefer were clearly too busy doing… whatever to wake him. And hasn’t the Witcher always said that Jaskier is no use in a fight? Why wake him up when he’s so useless, right?

He finds the dwarves near the entrance to the cave at the top of the mountain, seemingly unable to move. Clearly one of Yennefer’s spells, the bitch.

He finds Borch, Téa and Véa at the cave, and nearly has a heart attack.

He finds Geralt and Yennefer, thick as thieves, there as well. The fight is clearly long over, and anger courses through his veins when he finds out what he’s missed. A golden dragon, an epic battle, magic. The makings of the most amazing song ever.

Though, he feels no desire to write about it, as he looks at Yennefer, Geralt, and Borch, talking. A Sorceress, a Witcher, a Dragon.

I’m so human.

He watches, as they talk, waiting patiently until he can go to Geralt. Maybe he’ll accept my offer to go to the coast, this time.

He looks up, as Yennefer barrels past him, tears in her eyes, anger on her features. Good riddance. They shoot each other a dirty look before she leaves.

He sighs, fidgeting with the edge of his fingernail as Geralt and Borch talk some more. Obviously, they have great and important matters to discuss that they think Jaskier too lowly for, as they don’t even spare him as much as a look.

He’s hurting, but he tries to ignore it. Maybe once they’re on the road again, and have left all this nonsense behind them, things will start to feel normal again. He misses the Witcher he knew, the one who actually made jokes, the one who let him wash his hair until it was white again, the one who didn’t constantly seem to think about Yennefer, or was more occupied with her than with his best friend of twenty-two bloody years.

Borch leaves, finally, and Jaskier can see a flash of hurt and anger on Geralt’s face. He knows the feeling all too well, and stands up. Yesterday, he was able to soften the Witcher’s pain, talking to him, distracting him, lightening the mood overall. So maybe today he can, too. And then, they’ll be on the road again. Everything will be normal.

And neither of them will be hurting so much.

We’re just human.

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!” Oh.

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Every Breath (RK900 x f!reader | reposted)

Rating: M

Pairing: RK900 x f!Reader Summary: Nines has you in his sights, all parameters designating you as his perfect potential partner. Though he is a bit confused on what type of partner that means. Notes: SHAMELESS PWP because I’m thirsty and needed a tall glass of Nines. I GOT TUMBLR FLAGGED SO REPOSTING (ao3)

Working with Gavin had been satisfactory. RK900's, Nines, performance had been holding steady at 96.2% effectiveness, but there was always room for improvement. RK900 knew it made the humans around it more comfortable to refer to "him" with masculine pronouns and had labeled him with the nickname "Nines" to further his assimilation and to avoid confusing him with the "other" similar looking but obsolete model RK800. It was unconsciously done, humans liked to be around their own kind, which is why he looked like this to begin with. There were probably better forms, more structurally sound and efficient, but Nines was trapped within this human shell. He envied computers sometimes, if only for their streamlined aesthetic, but alas, he needed a means to carry his bio-components from room to room.

Speaking of people who only existed to bring their brain room to room, Gavin entered the offices at that moment with you alongside him. Scans indicated heightened caffeine levels in both Gavin's and the officers bloodstream; coffee date? No. Account balances showed Gavin had only paid for his own. Nines relaxed back, crossing his leg to rest on his knee. He was programmed to display more human characteristics than the RK800 was capable of— well, before it deviated. Again, all simply a means to make him appear more approachable and therefore, more human. Did it work? Hardly. Everyone eyed him with unveiled suspicion. They had accepted the RK800, but such courtesy had not yet been extended to him.

He had to work on that.

"You're in my seat, tin-can." Gavin said, the insult having of late lost much of its malice and becoming almost as much of a nickname as the "Nines" he had bestowed upon him. Nines stood and moved to the opposite chair, feeling no need to argue the point that technically, it was his. Nines had learned his first week of Gavin's preoccupation with starting needless conflict, you on the other hand were far less simple of a puzzle.

You didn't like him, that was evident by your tone, refusal to meet his eyes and your micro-expressions that often expressed ill-ease. There was however, some other cues that indicated the exact opposite. Nines had categorized you under "mixed feelings" in regards to his existence.

You were an officer, but specifically you were trained for and worked in crime scene investigation and had been the rising star forensic photographer for about three years now. A quick file search showed you were still waiting to take the detective's exam, hoping for a career change. Nines disapproved. He wanted you to take your exam as soon as possible so he could submit his request to be reassigned as your partner. He had been watching you closely, examining how you worked scenes and how you processed evidence. He had listened in on your conversations with other officers to get an idea of your personality, hobbies and other personal information needed to determine how well you'd fit.

It was simple math. All probability suggested you would raise his effectiveness level to 98.8%. A 2.6% increase was very appealing, along with the fact you were the most likely to "bond" with him over Gavin or any other officer. Nines knew this of course, because of that the one factor you had that no one else did, the thing that filed you under "mixed feelings". Your pupils expanded when you looked at him and the beat of your pulse was less to do with fear and more to do with excitement. In short, despite your reservations, you were sexually attracted to him. He had paid attention to your interactions with the RK800 and found no similar reaction, which indicated it was specific to his model. Nines could work with that.

Parameters adjusted and he gave a friendly smile to you, making sure it reached his eyes.

"Good morning, officer. How are you feeling today?"

"Jesus," you said with a scowl, "You know, it's kinda rude to scan people without permission." you said, circles under your eyes, "It's called a hangover, Nines. Keep it to yourself."

"I didn't—" Nines started, noting now all the tell-tale signs of veisalgia now that you had mentioned it, "I apologize, ma'am. I did not scan your vitals, I was simply trying to be polite."

Unlike Gavin, your face lit up red, burning with sudden embarrassment.

"Oh..."

"Busted." Gavin said with a laugh, taking his seat.

"Er— sorry. I just assumed."

"It's quite alright, officer. It has been a very eventful week for you. Studying for the detective exam?"

Now the embarrassment turned into something akin to shame, veiled with anger. Parameters needed to adjust again. Somehow he'd said the wrong thing, as if he was judging her night time excursions.

"Do they program you to be a smart ass, or is that just you?"

"I am most certainly programmed to be smart." he said, definitely being one now.

Gavin would have reacted negatively to the quip, but your features softened and your expression became one of vague admiration for the joke.

"I bring it up because I would like to be of help. If you need someone to go over terms or do practice questions, I am able to access past tests and example questions going back several years."

"So can a computer." you said.

"I'm better company."

Gavin snorted as he listened in, shaking his head.

"Nines, why you getting up in her business? Don't you got some 001's to compile or some shit?"

Nines ignored him, eyes fixed only on you. He used his appearance and expressions to his advantage, artificially expanding his own pupils and leaning back in his chair in a way that was open and inviting. He had removed his jacket prior to your arrival and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, displaying the muscles of his arms and the broadness of his shoulders and chest more obviously. Human mating patterns were so *easy* to mimic and based on how your eyes were everywhere but on his right now, his efforts were quite effective. Your core temperature levels had risen slightly, a specific concentration noted between your thighs. An excellent sign.

You sucked a corner of your lip into your mouth as you appeared to consider the offer.

"Why the hell not?"

Gavin shot you an impetuous look.

"What? I need all the fuckin' help I can get. Might as well use the tools CyberLife saddled us with before they take over."

The words "mission accomplished" registered in Nines feed, invisible to all but him. A new objection presented itself:

Establish bond with future detective.

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Practice was hardly something you needed. Based on your answers to the first few practice problems Nines determine you were good, very good. You combined the objectivity of academia easily with that human factor, that originality to approaching problems. It was obvious you hid these accomplishments from your fellows like Gavin, choosing to fit in more than stand out in that regard. As you sat diagonal from him at your kitchen table, eyeing over a new logic puzzle Nines sent to your tablet, he took the chance to open some files within his mind and peruse your photos.

You were also more than adequate at capturing a crime scene, there was an artistry to your attention to light and contrast, making sure every detail was preserved. This was more than just attention to detail though. Another search brought up more pleasant images, hosted on a freelance photography site under your name. The contrast of dark and light remained, both in color and subject matter, but the photos were more “light hearted” than a crime scene shoot of course.

When his attention came back to present he noted you were staring at him rather intently, tilting your head and sitting back and then forward a few times, adjusting him in the lens of your minds eye.

“Why did you want to help me?” you said, tossing down your stylus and heading to the kitchen. When you returned, you had a bottle of vodka, juice and a glass. Singular. You poured at least a double shot into the glass and chased it with orange juice. Swirling it unceremoniously you began drinking it very quickly.

“You would make a good detective.” Nines said simply, knowing that as you weren’t a direct commander, he could opt to ignore or even lie in response to certain queries.

“Gavin thinks you have a crush on me.”

“That’s not possible, I am a machine. But...” Nines paused, leaning forward slightly, “I hope we might be closer. I’d find it agreeable for you to “like” me.”

You hummed, finishing off your drink and going to pour another. Nines hand closed over the top of your glass, stopping you.

“We’re still studying, officer.”

“Thought you said you wanted me to like you?” you said with a slow smile, putting your hand over his own to move it aside. He didn’t budge, instead capturing your hand in his own and pushing it away.

“I do.”

“See, I’m not convinced, Nines.” you said, a challenge. Parameters were adjusting, fitting to the task.

O Convince

X Give Up

Choose Approach:

X Flattery

O Rational

^ Logical

"Would I be willing to assist you in passing your exam if I did not want you to have a favorable opinion of me?"

"Oh no, that I believe. It's the why, that you ain't sold me on."

X Flattery

O Rational

^ Logical

"You are a very intelligent and capable, woman. You deserve to make detective and I would consider myself lucky to work with you."

That was laying it on a bit thick, but something in his words had peaked your interest, a slow smile starting at the corner of your mouth.

"A "woman"— not an "officer"? So you can make the distinction then?"

Nines brow furrowed, slightly confused, "I am programmed to observe outward appearances and use of pronouns to establish the correct gender of a person, yes."

"There are lots of capable women officers on the force, and Gavin is a good detective too."

X Flattery

O Rational

^ Logical

"I know. I ran the probabilities. But if I were partnered with you, I would be better at completing my missions by a factor of two point six percent."

The truth at last. You sat back, grinning to yourself.

"And why would you think I'd stick it to Gavin and accept you as a partner?"

Nines paused, wording carefully, "Humans enjoy working with co-workers that they enjoy the company of. If you liked me more than Gavin, then you'd be more likely to accept such a request."

You stood, pushing the chair back as you came around the side of the table. You were close, close enough he could register that same spike in your temperature through his dermis without using a scan.

He looked up at you, purposefully expressionless.

"How were you planning on getting me to like you better?" you said, voice low, "Given your display at the office today, I think I know." You took the opportunity to take back your glass, setting it aside though as you seemed now more intent on a different kind of pursuit.

"Anyway within the confines of reason and legality." Nines answered, moving back in his chair to stand but finding himself suddenly incapable of doing so as you straddled the chair and sat down in his lap.

Nine— was not programmed for this. But he would be, in approximately .2 seconds as he downloaded the pertinent information. You leaned a forearm against his chest, resting the elbow of your other arm against him as you put your chin against your fist. You observed him with an almost casual curiosity, despite the way you sat astride him, the heat of you making his sensors spiral through several data points so fast his parameters shifted.

Engage in consensual sexual activity to solidify bond.

"You surprise me." Nines said, earning him another curious look.

"How so?"

"I never thought you'd be one to want to fuck an android."

His obscenity threw you off guard and you seemed prepared to protest, even drawing back and the shift in your weight indicating you were preparing to get back up. Instead though, Nines stood, arms bracing beneath your thighs as he pushed you up unto the surface of the table. The glass clattered, falling over and rolling off the table to land on the rug beneath with a heavy thud.

"Keep dreaming, tin-can." you said, pushing your hand flat against his chest. He made no attempt to get closer, "I only sleep with people who have a pulse."

Nines tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowed. He reached up slowly, grabbing your wrist and moving your hand a little further down on his chest. When you felt the pulse beneath, steady and strong, it was startling— the exact reaction he wanted.

"Qualifier met." Nines said, simple. Direct.

Despite yourself you huffed a laugh, "Well... fuck me."

"That is what we are discussing." Nines said.

"Too much discussing. Not enough doing." you said and the hand on the center of his chest balled into a fist in his jacket as you pulled him down, catching his lips in a biting kiss.

His LED turned from blue to red without even pausing at yellow. When you drew back, there was blue blood on your lips and the taste of thirium in both your mouths. Something in Nine's eyes sharpened, even as his lids fell half closed. He wiped the cut on his lip with his thumb, looking at the blood with vague interest before he cupped your face in his hand and smeared the blue across your chin and then up to your lips. Your tongue chased the movement and he pressed the pad of his thumb down against it almost as a reprimand.

"You're wearing too many clothes, officer. We'll need to take them off." Nines said, hands already undoing the front of your jeans. You tugged your shirt off, throwing it off into the room before straightening out your hips more so Nines could pull off your jeans in one smooth movement. The cold was a shock as you realized he'd managed to completely undress you from the waste down, your panties hem flush with the hem of your jeans as he tossed them aside.

You were left in nothing but your bra, which Nines hooked a finger in the front clasp, pulling it up a bit from your breastbone. A snap of his fingers and it was open, slipping it off your shoulders. It was not lost on you that Nines remained entirely dressed, still secured up to the neck in the high collared uniform.

"I can tell you like to misbehave," Nines said, stopping your attempt to pull him in close again, "But it's just to hide from them how you crave structure. Keep your hands down."

The immediacy in which you followed the command, setting your hands on the edge of the table, drew a half smile to the corner of his lips.

"You need direction. Someone to guide you." Nines laid his palm flat on your collarbone, slowly moving up your neck and then down, tracing the curve of your breast with the back of his knuckles. You arched your chest forward into the touch, Nines clicking his tongue scoldingly.

"Turn around, palms flat on the table. Don't move."

Something in your eyes sparkled, even as you did as you were told, however slowly you did it. Making a spectacle of yourself, swaying your hips invitingly as you bent over. Nines could barely stop himself from running his palm over your ass, squeezing. Suddenly that same hand was on your back, pushing you a little further. You gasped, the table cold on your heated skin, nipples pebbled and hard as they occasionally brushed the surface.

"This is why you would be a perfect fit... " Nines continued, nudging your legs apart with his own. He rested his hand on the cleft of your ass, spreading your vulva with his thumb, "... intelligent, loyal," he slipped his hand between your legs, cupping you, stroking your folds with his index and middle finger until you were up on your toes, trying to maneuver more pressure into the light touch, "...Obedient."

The sound of his palm connecting to your ass was loud in the silence, the cry that came from your throat even more so. You stood still again, moaning in frustration as you clawed at the table.

"Patience, officer."

"Just do it, for christ's—"

Another slap, this time it actually stung just a little, sending satisfaction in trembling waves down your spine that Nines could see with every scan. Despite what he said, he slowly slipped a finger inside, the sound so obscene with how wet you were already and so fluid that he was quick to add another.

"You're already ready for me, aren't you?" Nines said, moving faster, deeper. You had to be able to feel the warm trickle of your own fluids running down your thigh, "I know you've seen me watching you. Assessing your qualities."

His finger hooked and your body arched inward, jerking as you gasped, a moan strangled in your throat as he found that spot and pressed on it again and again. Your thighs trembled, tingling sensations collecting at the base of your spine and spreading out in a growing spanse over your body. Right when you were there, Nines stopped, taking his hand from you and wiping the fluid onto the side of your hip.

You made a noise of protest, rising up from the table, but his hand was on your back again, pushing you all the way down.

"You were happy enough to wait to take the detective exam— to make me wait. Now you wait."

It was quiet for a moment, not being able to see what Nines was doing was clearly both unsettling and arousing as he watched you wiggle, desperately trying to keep yourself still but almost coming apart with the anticipation. Nines unbuckled the front of his belt, unzipping just enough. RK900 were outfitted in every possible way, with the latest programming and technology in all aspects of human sexuality. It was effective in helping understand certain— "crimes of passion".

Nines let the head of his cock just barely brush your vulva, sliding it up and down the slick soft skin, enjoying the velvety feel of it against the sensitive modulars designed to simulate all the human sensations. Nines swallowed thickly, trying to keep his parameters clear and set while also feeling the conflicting confusion of multiple possible decisions. He settled it down to two.

Choose Approach:

X Deep Pace: Slow

O Quick Pace: Fast

"Show me how much you want me." Nines said, eyes heavy as he watched you look at him over your shoulder, bracing your hands on the table as you pushed back against him, trapping his cock between his pelvis and your ass as you bounced up on the balls of your feet, rubbing yourself against his shaft.

"Tell me you want to be mine."

This wasn't part of the mission. Why was he saying these things? Why were his biocomponents tightning— anticipating?

"Yes— I do. I do, please...pleaseplease, Nines."

Well. How could he deny you when you said such pretty things?

He aligned himself to your entrance and with a shaking sigh, sunk into you to the hilt. It was almost unbearably tight, your walls involuntarily spasming, gripping at his girth as you tried to adjust to the suddenness of his size and the feeling of delicious fullness. He took a ragged breath, pulmonary functions seemingly malfunctioning from what he could tell through the haze of his parameters, demanding, ordering he begin his approach.

Nines slipped out only slightly and then, still seated deeply inside you, he thrust forward hard and sudden. The sound of his hips against you was almost as loud as the slap, skin hitting together wetly. You whimpered, the shock of pleasure with just that faint mix of pain was enough to make your heart pound with anticipation for the next thrust. Nines drew back, controlled and methodical as he paused for a little bit longer, throwing you off each time he pounded back in. How he could possibly keep this up without loosing his mind was beyond your comprehension no doubt. Nines could feel your wetness soaking into the fabric at the front of his jeans, so smooth and hot. The parameters flashed in his mind

X CCCCCONtiN##UE P&CE O Faster

Nines gripped your upper arms, holding you down firmly as he snapped his hips forward, that perfect control slipping as he hunched over you, seating himself in as far as he could and then rocking in small tight circles. You broke out into a litany of expletives, your body moving involuntarily as you pushed back into him, moving your hips in pace with him.

"Oh fuck— oh fuckfuckfuck!!"

Your body was so warm, Nines only explanation was that he must have overheated. That was the only logical explanation for how quickly he spilled, spurts of artificial cum coating your insides with unnatural coolness. Your entire body shuddered with the force of your own orgasm, a sudden rush of fluid taking a moment to register in Nines addled mind. He'd made you squirt.

Nines took in a few unneeded breaths, finding it helped stabilize him. He released your arms and drew out carefully, watching the milky substance slip out from inside you. He used the head of his cock to push it back in, letting it drip back out around him. Nines hummed, quickly finding your discarded shirt and using it to clean himself before he tucked his softened cock back into his jeans, buckling his belt and adjusting his jacket..

"Careful." he said, noting you were righting yourself back up on unsteady legs. He pushed you to lean back on the table, using your shirt again as he kneeled down and gently wiped the mess from your legs, noting it had trailed half down your calf. He paused before wiping one trail, casting a quick look up at you before he leaned forward and swiped it up with his tongue. You huffed a laugh, euphoric and tired.

"Don't tell me you want round two already..." you said, Nines considering for a moment before deciding you were too tired for such a thing.

"No." he said, finishing up and moving into your living room where he took a blanket from the back of your sofa and wrapped it around your shoulders.

"You should hydrate and take an anti-inflammatory pain killer. You will be sore tomorrow."

"No shit." you huffed, leaning forward to rest your forehead into Nines' chest. He— did not return the touch, simply letting you use him to prop yourself up. He knew based on his downloads "aftercare" was an important aspect in any dominate, submissive sexual encounter, but part of him felt a bit ill-prepared to offer such "care".

"Get to bed." he said instead, an order that he knew you were not disinclined to follow, "You need to rest."

"You goin' back to DPD?" you said, sitting back up and gingerly covering yourself as you headed towards your bedroom, "Or... do you wanna stay? You don't have to, ya know. You ain't my first hook up, Nines."

That—

"I'll stay." Nines said, shocked at how fast he responded without consulting all his usual parameters.

You nodded, laughing to yourself at a joke he didn't understand as you headed down the dark hall. Nines looked around the room and concluded there was some additional clean up that would need to be done.

He didn't want to even begin thinking about the other maintenance this encounter would cause for him.

#lemon #rk900 x reader #dbh rk900 x reader #rk900 x female!reader #detroit become human #detroit become human fanfiction #detroit become human fanfic

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therealroyalfamily · 4 years

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!¡Warning¡!:

Cruising, men not knowing personal space, mention of killing a child, death, family drama

CHAPTER ONE

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The music jumped off the wall, sweat and glitter-covered their bodies as they grinded their bodies on each other, so much alcohol ran through there bloodstream that Apollo can almost taste it. From his VIP section apollo watched the two humans carefully, waiting for the right time to approach them. one male, one female

The male was muscular and tall, having a height of 6'1. he wore a plain white shirt with leather pants the hugged his legs a little too much, especially the crouch area

The female wore a short black dress that went limp towards her breast, her face showing discomfort each time the man grinds his crouch into her backside

"If you don’t stop him, I will…."

Apollo turned to his left, only to see his Best friend, Jay staring at the scene in front of him obviously infuriated by the way this man was dancing on the woman

"...Dont.." apollo says turning back to look at the two, unbothered

"How can you sit there watch this?"

"..will you shut up, you haven't eaten in 2 days. I'm trying to help you.." Apollo says calmly

".. I can feed by myself, I don’t need your help. I can control my thirst.."

"you feed on a toddler last week, you ungrateful fucking prick" apollo says, still not taking his eyes off the pair

"I-...jesus.." Jay sighed as he recalled the regretful night

The music pauses, the dancefloor becoming less crowded as people retreat back to there seats to grab refreshments and chat, Apollo watches as the man practicality drags the women to the other side of the clubs, where the bar is located

"..if you’re so mad about the situation, you can take the big guy.."

"No..you need the blood more than me-"

"I'm not a newborn, I'll be fine...come on," Apollo says, interrupting jay

He gets up from the couch and gestures Jay to follow he walks down the stairs that lead to the dancefloor, that has now regained some dancing bodies on it

They both walk through the crowd with ease as people made away when they passed, eyes practically undressing them both. Apollo not making eye contact with any of the lust-filled eyes due to him not taking his eyes off his prey contrast to Jay who made eye contact with almost all the men and women with a sly smirk, loving his and Apollos effect on people

That changed when they finally reached the bar, Jay almost instantly entered predator mode, his bloodlust and anger toward the man almost causing him to drain him of his blood on the spot

Jay stood next to the man and Apollo stood next to the woman. Caging them in their presence jay didn’t grab the man’s attention but Apollo immediately grab the women's attention.

She analyzed him she watched as his jawline flexed every time he swallowed, the way his hair messily framed his face perfectly, the way his lips glistened in bar lights.

Her mind drifted to his hands that now gripped a cup that was placed by a bartender, she fantasized how his fingers would feel inside of her with his rings, how his lips would move against her pussy she nearly at the idea, if it wasn’t for the man whose arm was on her ass at the moment, she would have shot her shot a long time ago

Apollo noticed her hesitation and soon looking at Jay. When they made eye contact Apollo signaled Jay, with a simple look

Jay turned to the man and tapped his shoulder lightly before the man can even show his irritation Jay's looks him straight in the eye and says

"Go outside and wait for me at the empty alley next to the club, Don’t talk to anyone"

The man stares at Jay dumbstruck and soon moves to leave following his every command

Jay's soon disappeared also leaving An unbothered Apollo and a relieved woman

"Whew...I thought he'd never leave" the woman awkwardly says, now turning her attention to Apollo

He doesn't move still acting more interested in swirling his drink more than the women

"I-im Vanessa, and you are?"

Apollo turns to look at the petite woman, who was visibly intimidated by his "Don’t care" attitude

"Apollo," he says sternly, and if it wasn't for his enhanced hearing, he wouldn't have heard the moan that escapes her mouth

"You okay? your turning red" Apollo asked faking his concern

"Y-yea I'm..um..fine" the women know known as Vanessa say, nervously chuckling

Silence fell between the two, Apollo was becoming impatient, he didn’t like playing with his food

"...you know…" Apollo begins

"..if you wanna fuck me, just say it. You’re holding up the line" he gestures to the remaining eyes that still whisper and stare at him

"...Bold.." Vanessa says seductively

Apollo hum agreeing, as he grabs her wrist, and drags her to the exit

The wind blow blew through her hair, Apollo can hear her heartbeat increase each time his hand grazes hers, the smell of her arousal grows thicker every second

When there about to past the dark, quiet alley Apollo stops her

"My cars down there" Apollo points down the alley

Vanessa nervously chuckles "Isn’t that a bit weird to park your car down there"

"Not if you plan to have sex in it…" Apollo says boredom laced in his voice

"Come on, I'll protect you.."

Apollo wraps his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer, she shivers due to his lack of body heat. They began to walk down the alley, Vanessa getting startled by a few rats here and there Apollo watching with amusement, finding her yelps of fear entertaining

When they reached far enough from the busy streets of Korea, Apollo turned her around and pinned her to the nearest wall trapping her with his taller structure

" I-I thought y-your car was do-down he-"

Before his prey can even finish her sentence Apollo sank his fangs into her pulse point and began to suck the life out of the poor women

Her screams muted due to Apollo’s hand squeezing her throat. His grip was so strong that he hears her bones crashing into millions of pieces. Once he was done, he pulled away from the lady, her heartbeat weak, her eyes bloodshot and her neck untouched by blood, but horrifyingly Showerd with bruises

Her body drops down to the concrete floor, with little life left

Apollo wiped his lips the remaining blood from his soft lips, he looked around hoping to find Jay coming back from his meal. But he doesn't

He sighs

He leans against the wall opposite of the now dead woman waiting for his late best friend. 15 minutes past and jay is still not here, Apollo guesses he went home with the rest of there coven and finally decides to do the same

He's halfway up the alley when his phone vibrates in his pocket, thinking its Jay, He picks it up immediately but before he can even speak, the caller does

"Apollo Young-ho Cullen!"

Fuck.

"Hey mom.."

Esme Cullen, Apollo’s mother. Not biological but she was more his mother than his real one ever was, he would do anything for that woman, anything

"..Carlisle has been trying to contact you since yesterday, what happened?" Esme says concern laced in her voice

Apollo turns back to look at his meal, still lying lifeless on the floor, as he begins to walk again

"I was busy"

"To busy to talk to your father!?"

Apollo scoffed "He’s not my father, stop saying that"

"Just because you’re older than him doesn't mean he can’t be a father figure to you, I do-"

"Mom," Apollo says sternly, signals her to leave the topic alone

"We need you.." Esme says sadly

"For?" Apollo asked weaving through to body on the street now only a few blocks away from his covens hideout

"Edward found his mate"

Apollo smiles remembering his stiff, quiet and sometimes Boring younger Brother

"I bet he’s through the roof….how does that have anything to do with me though?"

"......shes human"

Apollos smile dropped, concern and anger creeping in his voice

"And you expect me to care, because?"

"Shes your brothers mat-"

"She’s human! The Volturi can kill you all if they find out-"

"They already know!"

Apollo stays quiet taking in the information he has just received, he's family lives is in danger because his little brother decided to fall in love with a human. A fragile, weak useless human. He hasn't met said human but he can already feel hatred towards the little girl

Minutes passed before neither Esme nor Apollo spoke

The Cullen family in Forks surrounding Esme listening to their conversation, Edward shamefully looking down, Disappointed due to not having his older brother acceptance

Apollo now sat on his front porch steps, still digesting the information

"Listen, I have more things to explain but I'm afraid you'll go on a killing spree or something.."

Esme chuckles sadly

"-so when you come home, I'll explain the rest….please come home Apollo.," Esme said with sadness, longing to have her eldest son in her arms

"We need your help apollo...one last favor please?" Apollo can hear Carlisle say in the background

Apollo bottled up all his negative emotions toward the situation and threw it out the window his only motivation is keeping his family safe

"I'll be there by morning."

*Hangs up*

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taurusjaehyun · 5 years

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best birthday ever // j.jh

♦Pairing: jaehyun x fem reader

♦Other Members/ Characters: Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Hendery and Lucas [mentioned]

♦Genre: smut, roommate Jaehyun

♦Warnings: breast and nipple play?, fingering, sex toys, dildo fucking, filming

♦Word count: 6,528

♦Story: Valentine’s meant birthday and a holiday for you and your roommate-slash-good friend, Jaehyun. Usually, if you guys weren’t dating other people, you’d be going out but this year, the snow piled up that you couldn’t leave your shared apartment so you decided to let your precious roommate have his gift at home, which was mainly anything he wanted to do. And it was no secret Jung Jaehyun had always wanted to fuck you.

Note: This was totally spontaneous?? Sorry if its bad sksksk also I suck at summaries. Its almost 4am so this isn’t proofread as always so ignore my mistakes or tell me about it so I can edit sksks. I know this is about Jaehyun’s b-day and it’s sooo late already but whatever!! Better late than never!! I hope yall like it and enjoy!!!!

“So, what do you want for your birthday? It can be anything.” You spoke, eyes stuck to your phone as you texted your friend from work, “It can be cash, a favor, something personal….” You trailed as you peeked at your roommate Jaehyun, who was resting his head on your lap, watching a compilation of funny babies on youtube. You both were in your bed because Jaehyun liked the smell of your room better than his, or so he says. “I can also cook you something. The snow is literally piling up outside so I don’t know if we’ll be able to go out.”

Jaehyun paused his texting and looked up at you, pondering. “Hmmm...”

“You can’t have sex with me, though.” You laughed. It was a joke running joke between the two of your for years now. It was no secret that Jaehyun had always wanted to fuck you but you always denied him, because you loved him—as a friend, of course but you couldn’t deny you’ve wanted to have sex with him at least once.

You met Jaehyun back in university, at freshman orientation. But the two of you had gotten close after you officially met each other in your universities Poetry Club and bonded over poetry—naturally. The two of you would read the poems you wrote to each other, much to the other girls’ jealousy and not just in the Poetry Club. But to be honest, it was just the two of you asking each other for advice and it quickly developed to a friendship that lasted.

After university, you and Jaehyun had applied to the same company and also got accepted together, however the two of you had been assigned in different departments and only a floor apart. You decided to move in together to save money. Your co-workers had always assumed that you were together but you’ve always denied it even 3 years later, you were still telling the new interns that you weren’t dating THE Jung Jaehyun but people never believed you anyways. It was partly Lucas and Hendery’s fault why interns think you’re dating because the two were your biggest shippers.

“I have an idea!” Jaehyun suddenly sat up and moved to face you, on his knees. “Since you said we can’t go out because of the snow, can my request be valid from tonight until the end of my birthday? Please?”

You hummed, slowly nodding. “Yeah, sure. What do you wanna do anyways?”

Jaehyun grinned, “Well, technically, it’s a lot of things but it all comes down to one thing.”

“What?” Jaehyun could get pretty weird so you couldn’t help but feel curious and nervous at the same time.

Jaehyun licked his lips, hesitating. You furrow your brows at him, urging him on. He usually wasn’t hesitant with you. “Can you stay topless the whole day?”

You burst out laughing at his request, “topless like… No shirt, no bra?” Jaehyun nodded and you laughed even more. It was no big deal. You had seen each other naked countless of times—sober and shitfaced drunk. You sat up, put down your phone to your side and took off your night gown, leaving you in your cotton panties that you loved wearing to sleep in comfort. “No biggie. Is that all?”

“Can I touch them and play with them anytime I want?” Jaehyun asked straight up. Of course he’d wanted to do this for the longest time. He’d take the chance given, of course. “I mean your boobs?”

You pause. It wouldn’t hurt to let him, right? “Sure. That’s easy.”

“Can I suck them too? Like, your nipples?”

“What are you planning to do?” You asked, slapping his arm.

“It’s just for a day? I mean, after this, I can’t do this anymore.” Jaehyun reasoned out. He wasn’t sure that he’d get another chance like this again ever.

You and Jaehyun knew each other inside and out since you were so close. And back in uni, in between bottles of red bull and hard liquor, the two of you had talked about sex. The two of you had talked to each other about your kinks and eventually, Jaehyun had confessed that he wanted to sleep with you. You denied him and told him that as much as you’d like to, you just didn’t want to.

But just because the two of you hadn’t slept together doesn’t mean the two of you hadn’t done anything sexual. The two of you had made out “platonically” a few times during uni and after, specifically a few hours earlier. Sometimes at the break room, you’d make out when you were bored or needed a stress relief. Occasionally grinding “platonically” too. But the two of you had never touched each other under your clothes.

You pursed your lips and pondered, it was Jaehyun’s birthday and Jaehyun knew you liked having your nipples sucked so it would also be for your benefit. Besides, Jaehyun had always raved about his ‘skills’ and you knew about his fixation on tits too. “Ok. Sure. You can do whatever you want with my boobs but only from tonight until the end of your birthday, ok?” It was only 9pm. Still early. “Don’t hurt me!”

Jaehyun ended up laughing, his big thunderous laugh resounding in your room. Somehow it made you feel offended for some reason. “When have I ever hurt you, y/n? I’ll never ever hurt you!” You didn’t get the double meaning in his words so you were quite confused by his laughter. “So can I start now?”

You sighed, fluffing your pillow before leaning back on it, getting comfortable in your spot. “Ok, you can.” You grab your phone from your side and start to text your friends from work again, talking about the next cases you guys had to work on again.

Jaehyun settled between your legs and got on top of you, with his face on your chest. He was eye level with your nipples that you found it a funny cause it was like he was having a stare down with your nipples. He started slowly by touching your breasts lightly as if he was shy. Well, it was the first time he’d do this to you so he wanted to take it slow first before he got too crazy. He couldn’t deny he wanted to feel how the metal bar in your nipples would feel in his mouth and he could only imagine the things he’d do to play with it.

“I can’t believe you have both your nipples pierced. It’s so sexy.” Jaehyun spoke excitedly, biting his lips as he took in the sight of your bare tits. He’d seen it a lot of times but he loved it so much. And the image of your pierced nipples always got him excited. “I’ve never been with a girl with pierced nipples.”

Jaehyun watches as your breasts jiggle with the movement of your chest while you laughed. “It hurt like a mother fucker, too.”

You had gotten them pierced when you turned 21, as an act of liberation from your strict and conservative upbringing. Actually, Jaehyun was there when you had it put on, laughing at your painful screams while he caught it all on tape, much to your annoyance. Despite the pain you felt from having it done and the time it took for it to heal, it was the best decision of your life. Guys love it and it increased sensitivity on your nipples so it’s a win-win for you.

“What cup are you, by the way?”

“36C, usually. It depends on the brand.”

“Wow.” Jaehyun looked so amazed whenever your tits would jiggle whenever he gave it a nudge. And the fact that your breasts spilled over the grasp of his rather big hands. “It’s so big.” Soon, he started squeezing but avoiding your nipples.

Jaehyun leaned in, licking on the undersides of your breasts as he pinched the generous fat of your tits. He smiled as he blew hot and cold air on your nipples, making you gasp and tremble as your nipples slowly turned hard with every gust of air he blew.

She put away your phone away and set it on the nightstand after you plugged it in then looked at Jaehyun, grimacing. “Perv.”

Jaehyun leaned forward, properly getting on his knees in between your legs but never letting go of your breasts. He only grinned before fully hovering over you and leaned in to kiss you on the mouth. You returned his open mouthed kisses, loving how he easily took your breath away.

He pulls away from you, pressing his forehead against yours as you both breathed in deeply. He locked his eyes with you as he continued massaging your tits.

“Who told you you could kiss me like that?” You scoffed, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks. He only gave you a sly smile before pecking your lips again, then eventually going down your jaw and neck.

You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck and Jaehyun doesn’t disappoint, immediately finding your sensitive spot and making you whine as he nipped and sucked on your skin. Jaehyun went down again to kiss at your chest again, but avoiding your nipples that were already begging to be sucked, even if you tried to hide that fact. You licked your lips as you watch him pepper your chest with kisses, occasionally marking you.

“You know, you have the prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” Jaehyun spoke as he hovered over you and leaned in again until your foreheads were touching again. He never really found nipples pretty but yours were in a pretty shade that contrasted your olive skin and to top that, your nipples were a bit puffy, making it look cute. And the thrill of seeing pierced nipples in real life was incredibly sexy and so, so arousing for him. You had on metal bars that had small, dainty flower designs at the end that makes it look very pretty.

You lifted your head up and caught his lips in a short kiss. “Thank you, Jae.” You laughed then resumed your lip lock.

Jaehyun licked at your lower lips, asking for entrance but you stood her ground, not letting him in. You reached over and cupped his face as you slanted your face making kissing him easier. You were trying to take lead and it was working.

He kept trying to ask for entrance but you would shut him down again and again, making him laugh as you kissed. “Let me in, come on.” Jaehyun grinned against your lips, kissing you again.

You smiled as you kissed him back, then somehow ended up biting his bottom lip which made Jaehyun a bit turned on. “No.”

“I’ll just have to make you give in,” he smirked before catching your mouth into a deep kiss again. You didn’t want to lose so you fought for dominance until you were the one leading the kiss again. Jaehyun started to knead at your breasts again, almost painfully but it was delicious pain for you.

You reached over and wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him closer. Simultaneously, Jaehyun rubbed both your nipples with the pad of his thumbs, making you moan out. Jaehyun took this chance and immediately let himself in your mouth, rubbing his tongue against yours.

You gasp and push him away in surprise. Your nipples had been begging to be touched since earlier and the way he did it by surprise caught you. Before you had gotten your nipples pierced, they were already very sensitive but now that they’re pierced, the sensitivity increased tenfold.

“I told you I’d make you give in,” Jaehyun smirked before he leaned in again to kiss you, but this time you both were kissing with tongues. He loved your earlier reaction to his ministration so Jaehyun had teased you a few times, gently rubbing his thumb against your sensitive nipples, surprising you every time even if you saw it coming which made you a slight mess under him.

Jaehyun pulled away, hands never ceasing to massage her tits and playing with your nipples, flicking your buds with his fingertips. He loved how flushed you looked, out of breath with your lips a bit swollen from your earlier bouts of kissing. You looked so sexy to him that he couldn’t help but be excited for when he’d be finally be able to fuck you with his cock.

“God, you’re so sexy.” He breathed as he kissed your jaw, fingers still flicking your sensitive nubs that made you tremble in pleasure. Your nipples and fingertips were dry so the constant teasing was a bit rough and a little painful for you but it was too good.

His kisses slowly made its way to the tops of your chest, and eventually on your breasts. You watched as he tongued the space between your breasts, slowly licking and nipping as his big hands held your breasts, gently massaging and squeezing the fat. He pressed your breasts together and buried his face in between, sighing comfortably. It made you laugh as your watched his blissed reaction in between your tits. With your tits still pushed together, he started to fuck your cleavage with his tongue and licking into it as if he was eating pussy.

“You’re dirty. And really good at teasing.” You breathed out as you covered your eyes with your arm, not wanting to see his reaction to your flushed face.

Jaehyun chuckled letting go of your tits and watching them bounce at the drop. He leans his head to the side, kissing the sides of you breasts, nipping on the skin. He watched your reaction as he did everything which was entertaining to him. He could see you were getting turned on and he hasn’t even done anything more than touch your nipples. He was also starting to smell your arousal which was for sure really wet but since you said no penetration, he’d have to make do of what he had right now.

He watched as you kept your eyes closed, resting both your arms on your sides and gulp as Jaehyun kissed your chest. You haven let out a moan since when he first touched your nipples and he could tell that you were clearly trying to hold back as you would bite your lips.

Feeling the excitement himself, Jaehyun turned his attention to your right breast and dragged the tip of his tongue on your areola, making you gasp. He looked up at you then flicked the tip of his tongue on to your hardened bed, making you moan and jerk your hips at the motion. Smirking, he enveloped your nipple with his mouth and started sucking, using his tongue to flick her nipple and sucking like a baby thirsty for milk.

Jaehyun pulled away and pressed your breasts together again, making sure to push your nipples closer until your areolas were touching each other. He started to lick at both nipples at the same time, flattening his tongue and moving his head side to side. Looking up, he saw your were trying hard to contain you pleasure.

The next thing you knew was it was morning, topless and being spooned by Jaehyun who was only in his sweatpants. You could feel his erection against your ass and the way his hand was holding onto one of your tits. You were still very wet from last night and your nipples felt sore but it was nothing bad, in fact, it felt great as you knew your nipples would be more sensitive than last night.

You got up after you had seen it was 6AM and took a bath, rubbing your clit to orgasm in the shower in the process before deciding to make breakfast. You had fallen asleep last night while Jaehyun was having the time of his life with your tits because you were lacking sleep because of your work so breakfast was a great way to say sorry and a great start to his birthday. You wore a tank top with snaps at the front so you could take them off easily and your old shorts from uni.

You cooked some rice and waited a bit before deciding to cook Jaehyun’s favorite breakfast and your famous tomato scrambled eggs and the soy sauce soft pork that your mom taught you before you moved out before you started uni years ago where you met Jaehyun. You started to check your social media while the pork was cooking since it would take a while before it cooked.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Jaeyun called out loudly to you, surprising you and making you drop your phone. It landed on the potholder on the counter and not on the marble, thankfully.

“Hey, asshat. Morning to you, too!” You laughed as you turned off her phone and walked over to the stove where the pork was cooking. You turned away from the stove again only to find Jaehyun walking towards you. It was obvious he had just showered and again, and he was wearing nothing but one of his many red sweatpants. “Happy birthday, Jaehyun.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Jaehyun smiled, hugging you from behind and kissing your temple before getting the coffee machine started. You loved drinking coffee but you couldn’t make it for shit. “I thought I told you that you had to stay topless the whole day?” Jaehyun smirked as he crossed his arms over his, clearly enjoying teasing you.

You rolled her eyes and scoffed, turning to look at him. “Are you serious?” You gave the pork a few last stirs before deciding it was ready.

“Yes, Ms. y/n. I’m always serious when it comes to you, you know?” Jaehyun watched as you turned off the stove and plated the pork. You then headed to the table and sat down in your designated seat. The table was already prepared and the coffee was the only thing missing. “Also, a promise is a promise. And it’s my birthday today!”

Of course you couldn’t deny him. You liked it anyways. “Ok, fine. As long as you do the dishes.”

Jaehyun smirked at your comment as he made two cups of coffee then brought it over to the table, settling in his seat in front of you. Your dining table was only fit for four people since it was only the two of you in the apartment and you barely had friends over. You always hung at Johnny, Taeyong and Yuta’s shared apartment which was much bigger. “I always do the dishes, woman!” He laughed.

You smiled and took a sip of your coffee before opening the snaps of your shirt then pulling the material to the side, exposing your breasts to him. Jaehyun didn’t really think you’d so it so he ended up being surprised by your act. “Eat up, birthday boy.” You grin at him as he stared at you with a surprised expression.

After the two of you had breakfast, Jaehyun had cleared the table and started washing the dishes while you worked on your cases with your laptop on your lap as you sat on the comfy couch you both bough together a while back. You were a junior researcher for a firm so you had to do reports besides the cases so you didn’t hesitate to do exactly that. And you were a little behind on it too.

After Jaehyun had wiped the dishes dry and stacked them back to the shelf, he went to the living room, sitting beside you on the couch. He watched you typing away on your computer, focused on your job and not ignoring the fact you had left your tank top unclasped for him. He knew he had to make the best of this one day deal so he reached out his hands, grasping the fatty globes in his hands, shaking, squeezing and whatever he could do. You didn’t mind and continued on with your work, letting him do whatever he wanted.

“Y/n, will you be mad if I took a picture of your boobs?” Jaehyun suddenly asked as he started tracing the flower details of your nipple bar with his finger.

Unable to hear his words due to the music you were listening to, you took off your ear buds. “What did you say?”

Jaehyun smiled, shaking his head. “I was saying that I’d like to take advantage of my one day so can you please put your computer away so I can do what I do?” He was joking but of course, he meant it.

You nodded, chuckling. “Fine. This is the only time I’ll let you do this, though.” You saved your document and turned off your laptop before you set it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Can I eat something off your boobs?” Jaehyun chuckled as he pushed you down on the sofa, fragging your body down so you were flat on the sofa. You laughed and shrugged as he hovered over you. “I can play with your nipples, right? Can I?” You nodded, covering your face with your forearms now that Jaehyun was already working on your breasts with his hands. “Can I bite?” He asked before he gently bit on your right nipple, keeping a tight hold on it as he pulled it up then letting go of it. You gasped loudly as he started sucking onto the nipple to ease the pain, making you arch your back. “Last night you fell asleep on me but I took advantage of it, you know.

You nod at his words. You knew he was still sucking on your nipples when you were drifting between sleep and consciousness. “Not too hard, okay?” Because of last night, your nipples were crazy sensitive. You found yourself squeezing your thighs together even though he hasn’t done anything much. Honestly, just the thought of being topless around Jaehyun, knowing he was watching you made you wet already and now that he was lapping up up your nipples as if he was waiting for milk to come out, it made you even wetter.

“Noted.” He mumbles against your nipple, kissing the marks he had left on your breasts the night before. “I can’t think of anymore I wanna do specifically but can I get your permission?”

“You know what, you don’t have to ask. Do what you want to do. I’ll deal with you after your birthday.” You spoke with a tone of annoyance but you just wanted him to do anything he wanted with your tits at this point. No need to ask.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jaehyun grinned. He was a kinky motherfucker and he knew it. However, he couldn’t exactly do everything he wanted, specifically fucking you but he would do anything he could with your perfect tits. “I’m so glad we did this because your boobs are probably my favorite in the whole world.”

You ended up laughing and he watched in glee is as your tits shook when you laughed. It was also amazing how he could keep his cool despite the forming tent in his pants. “Well, my favorite is your face.” You spoke sincerely, behind the light laughter. It was your honesty but you knew how you hid it as a joke that made Jaehyun laugh.

You took a sharp breath as his hot, wet tongue circled your areola before he took the soft tit into his mouth, sucking the fat until your nipple was at the back of his throat. He let your tit go with a loud, wet smack before doing the same to the other tit as he used his free hand to play with the abandoned tit

“God,” You breathed out, as you unfolded your arms from over your face and looked down at Jaehyun who was now holding both of your tits in his hands. Your breasts were both very wet with his spit, as he sucked on both nipples by alternating on both tits.

Jaehyun looked up at you as soon as you spoke, eyes mischievous and his wet mouth in a teasing smirk. Your eyes were hooded and your mouth agape and he could see you were licking your lips every so often. He leans forward and kisses you until you’re out of breath, hands never leaving your amazing tits.

“Sit down.” He whispers as he pulls you up, kissing your neck, to your shoulder and back to your sweet mouth as he held you by the nape, not letting you go. He locked you in his arms so you couldn’t pull away from his engulfing, passionate kisses.

You held onto him tight as you kissed deeply than ever, teeth clashing, nose bumping and tongue probing. You cupped his face and eventually wrapping your arms around his neck. Somehow along the way, Jaehyun had gotten your top off, leaving you bare except for your shorts.

He pulls away, shoving you closer to the arm rest so you could comfortably lean. “Watch me.” He spoke, the rasp in his voice seemingly hypnotizing you. You lean back on your elbows and rest your head on the arm rest, giving you a view of his amazing body and his straining erection. He forced your legs open and got in between before leaning down, hands capturing your breasts and mouth sucking fervently on your nipples.

You hissed, leaning your head back as your eyes closed in delicious pain when Jaehyun bit on your right nipple, the most sensitive one. “Fuck, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun watched your swollen mouth part before your hooded eyes met his as he continued his assault on your nipples. “Watch me.” You yelp and gasp when he gave your right tit a hard slap, making you close your eyes at the impact. “Keep your eyes open!” He growled as he slapped your right tit again, while he sucked heavily on your left tit.

Bottom lip caught in your teeth, you struggled to keep your eyes open as Jaehyun gave you full blows of pleasure time after time. You were so wet that you could feel the back of shorts wet with your pussy juice. In reality it had only been a few minutes but it felt like he had been doing it forever.

“Can I tell you something?” Jaehyun speaks, planting pecks on your chest, hands never stopping at groping and squeezing. “Fucking hell, your tits are perfect.”

You swallowed and nodded, “I know,” your voice was low and your throat was dry. It wasn’t even a coherent reply to his words.

Jaehyun pulled back, sitting up, grinding his erection against your crotch in the process. “Wait,” With your hooded eyes, you watched as Jaehyun leaned to the side to grab his phone, turning on the camera to video mode and setting it against the vase on the coffee table to capture the two of you in the frame with a good angle. He turned back at you with a wicked smirk. “Let me keep this as a memory.”

You frowned, a bit uncomfortable but once Jaehyun was back on licking and sucking, you were also back in your amazing world of pleasure. He continued his ministrations, making you feel so good that you eventually forgot about the camera filming you.

Jaehyun started grinding his erection against you, specifically rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, making you gasp and push against him. You were feeling too damn sensitive that this was the death of you. You hadn’t fucked in so long that you were considering really having sex with Jaehyun at this point. Jaehyun knew your kinks and what ticked you off and the fact that you loved having your nipples sucked and that it was your weakness and what more if you’re being stimulated or fucked through it, orgasm isn’t long out of reach.

“Oh, god, baby,” You moaned, arching your back to push your tits closer to Jaehyun’s mouth. You licked your dried lips as you breathed hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Seeing that your tits were already raw, and sore he decided to halt. He had slapped your tits a little too much that the skin was a bit red, and the severe hickeys marring your skin. Your nipples were a bit red and bite marks circled the skin around your nipples. It was such a beautiful sight that Jaehyun had to get his phone to get a good view of his art on her. He grinded on you as he filmed you, the front of his sweatpants wet with his pre cum and your juices.

“I didn’t think you’d get this wet,” Jaehyun chuckles as he holds on to your hips with his free hand, grinding harder but keeping the same pace.

“I wanna cum,” you moan, “but we can’t fuck.” It was more of a warning and Jaehyun knew to respect you.

“Cute.” He grins, putting away his phone and grinding onto you with his hands gipping on both sides of your hips, keeping you in place. “I’ll let you cum tonight myself, ok? But not right now.” He smiles as he leans down and kisses you on the mouth in which you hungrily reciprocate, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding your hips up to his.

Jaehyun pulls away, mouth wet with spit from your hungry kiss. Your eyes were still hooded, mouth agape as you gasped for air and your beautiful chest heaving up and down. For the last time, he gave each nipples a suck and a kiss as he unwrapped your legs around him the stood up, pulling you up with him.

“I fucking hate you, Jaehyun.” You groaned as you hung onto Jaaehyun’s neck who as he carried you into your bedroom.

“I know, baby.” He laughs as he set you down on your bed, “now, show me what I can use to help you cum later.” You had instructed him to go into your closet and grab your pink box that had a passcode on it. He took it back and you told him the passcode which was the day the two of you moved in together.

The box opened, revealing a surprising collection of sex toys that surprised Jaehyun. You had said you liked exploring and you had dated a lot more women than men but he didn’t expect you to have these toys as possessions. The products looked high quality and he guesses she must have spent and invested in these a lot.

Upon opening the box, the first thing that caught Jaehyun’s attention was 3 dildos that varied in size, the biggest and most realistic one reminded him of his own cock which made him smirk. The other two was a few inches smaller and were those unrealistic typical dildos. You also had a collection of butt plugs that varied in size and material but the biggest and the prettiest one was the metal one with the ruby red jewel at the end. Jaehyun could just imagine you, stuffed and pretty wearing the princess plug.

Jaehyun looked deeper and found a few benwa balls, external and internal vibrators and a big Hitachi magic wand that he’d only ever seen in the Japanese porn he loved watching. “Wow. I never imagined you’d have these.” He smirked as he looked at you, now a bit calmed but still looking very much hot and bothered.

You had your forearms over your eyes once again because it felt like Jaehyun was peeking at the deeper side of you, specifically the kinkier side of you and not just what you’d told him. “Shut up,” you whine quietly.

Eager to search this box from top to bottom, Jaehyun lifts the corner and is surprised to see that the top part of the box is removable and under the first layer is where the other toys were hidden.

In the bottom compartment were silk ropes that Jaehyun could see using in the near future, bottles of lube, nipple clamps, handcuffs, eye covers and other more he’s usually seen in porn. He already has a few ideas he wants to try out but of course, he knows you didn’t want him to have sex with you, it was a bit of a letdown.

“Since you say we can’t fuck, would you let me use that dildo on you?” Jaehyun asks, a big smirk on his face as he takes the dildo from the box and gauges the size and girth with his own hand, lightly jerking it off and sucking on the tip.

You looked at Jaehyun and swallowed as you watched him suck on the dildo, making your pussy throb. It was amazing how soft and cute he was usually but he turns into this dominant in these times. How lucky were the people that got to experience it full circle.

He then walks over to you, getting on the bed until he was kneeling once again in between your legs. “What do you say? I can make you feel good.” He traced your nipples with his fingertips, “and I bet you’d like me to suck your nipples while you’re getting fucked with this dildo.” The look in his eyes was dangerous that you wanted to say yes instead of the safe no but it was like you was being hypnotized so she nodded in affirmation, making Jaehyun chuckle darkly.

You lick your lips and nod. “Fuck me with that dildo first and you’ll find out.” You lift your hips up and pull off your underwear, throwing it wherever in the room. Jaehyun was completely in awe as you spread your legs for him, showing him your bare and sopping pussy.

Jaehyun hisses, letting go of the dildo and diving face first to your crotch but not quite touching. He groans as he takes a deep breath, taking in the smell of your arousal and you found it dirty but sex at the same time that you pussy throbs. “God, you smell so fucking delicious. I can’t wait to know if you taste as good as you smell.” He wraps his left arm around your leg and pulls you closer to him as he breaths you in.

“Fuck me now, come on.” You whine as you squeeze your tits, rolling your nipples with your own fingers. You try to grind your hips but his strong hold on you leaves you immobile so you groan in annoyance. “If you don’t fuck me with that dildo, I’ll never let you do this to me again.”

Jaehyun chuckles as he sits up, grabbing the dildo by his side, eyes still at your pussy. “Your pussy is fucking amazing.” He smiles, as he drags the head of the large cock against your wet slit but rubbing harder against your clit, making you arch your back at the contact. “I bet your pussy’s gonna swallow up all of this big cock, huh? You’re just begging up to be filled with cock. I can tell.” He smiles, trailing kisses down your belly then eventually going face to face with your pussy.

He lined the head of the dildo against your wet slit, pressing the thick head, watching as your hole stretched to make way for the head to enter you. You moan, feeling the burn of the stretch. You’ve been so busy that you barely even had time to relieve yourself so it had definitely been a while since something had penetrated you.

You were waiting for the burn to last, as you expected him to push the dildo further inside you but you feel the dildo pulled out of you, and instead, he had dipped two of his fingers inside you, slowly fucking into you, curling his fingers and immediately rubbing your spot. “Fuck, Jaehyun!”

“You’re taking in my fingers so fucking well, y/n.” Jaehyun spoke against your skin, licking and kissing on every expanse of skin that he could reach from his position as he starts scissoring his fingers inside of you. “You’re so fucking wet.” He fucked his fingers deeper into you, faster and faster until you were arching your back.

Jaehyun pulls out of you, making you whine as you could feel your orgasm nuilding up before he pulled out. “Sorry, babe. Be patient.” He grabs the dildo from his side, moving up and laying down beside you then lines up the dildo against your wet and now stretched hole. He pushes the dildo deep inside you with one fast motion that has you arching your back at the motion. He doesn’t wait for you to get used to size and immediately pumps the dildo his hand gripping on the base.

��Jaehyun! Fuck!” You moan as you grasp on the hand pumping the dildo inside of you, the feelings getting too much for you. He leans down to kiss at your breasts, licking anywhere he could reach, hypnotized with how you took the big dildo inside your pussy. He sticks out his tongue against your sensitive nipple, letting it rub against his tongue as your tits shake from the force of him fucking you hard with the dildo.

The pace he fucks you in is fast, hard and almost brutal that it just hits you so deep that you couldn’t help rolling your eyes back every time the tip hit that spot deep inside you. Jaehyun is strong and definitely really used to doing things with his hands as his pace and aim never faltered, even when he was moving, reaching over to suck at your other nipple. Every push of the dildo inside you was fast and hard that you could feel the familiar heat of your body and that feeling of lightheadedness that had you gripping at whatever you could.

You put your arm around his head and pulled him closer as he started to suck on your nipples, biting and licking. “I’m cumming!” Jaehyun had started rubbing your clit with his thumb, rubbing and circling it. Your stomach tightens and you feel the overwhelming pleasure starting to wash over you. “Fuck!” You scream as your orgasm comes full circle that has you writhing and your hips jerking.

Jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm, trapping your nipple in his mouth so it doesn’t slip out of his mouth as your body shakes and trashes. “Your pussy is so fucking tight and I can’t imagine what it feels like to fuck you with my cock.” He whispers against you neck, eventually slowing the pace of his dildo and eventually pulls it out of you, letting you calm down form your high. He takes this chance to kiss you, deep. He pulls you to your side, making you face him. He watches you smile, still in the aftereffects of your orgasm. It was definitely a while since you came and definitely a while since you got a good one too.

“Fuck me with your real cock now?” You smirk at him, palming his hard cock straining to escape the confines of his sweatpants that had a big wet spot already.

“Best birthday ever.” He grins.

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eirenical · 4 years

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OK, LOOK. I make gifs. I know coloring can be a real bitch sometimes. I KNOW. But what I will NEVER understand is why people deliberately choose to darken gifs so much they’re unviewable unless you’re in a dark room. I will ALSO never understand why people can’t figure out the stroke and drop shadow blending options on fonts along with a little increased contrast so your fonts are legible on ALL your gifs. I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND IT. I have seen some otherwise gorgeous gifsets that I refuse to reblog because I ACTUALLY CAN’T READ WHAT’S ON THEM and I don’t like reblogging things if I don’t know what they say. (I mean... they could read: “Fuck you followers of this person; they suck,” and I WOULD NEVER KNOW.)

Signed, A cranky 41-year-old who has always had crap eyes and now has developing cataracts in both.

P.S. -- ...AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BLOG LAYOUTS.

(Please don’t take this seriously. It’s not aimed at anyone in particular. It’s a tumblr-wide problem. Please don’t yell at me. I’ve just seen one too many of these scroll across my dash today and my eyes HURT from trying to decipher them and I just can’t take it anymore and needed to whine. I get that it’s all aesthetic choice. I get that you can do whatever the fuck you want when you make your gifs. Make them in eye-bleeding fluorescent colors for all I care YOU DO YOU and my opinion doesn’t matter. I’m just in pain from eye strain headaches and kind of cranky about it.)

#eirenical babble #whine whine whine #p l e a s e don't r e b l o g #i just really need to vent #it's been a particularly bad vision morning #and spending several minutes squinting at a gif because you think it's your eyes fucking up #just to finally figure out that NO the contrast REALLY IS THAT LOW and it's not you #and you just made your eye strain headache worse for something you never would have been able to read in the first place #IS NOT A GOOD FEELING #HAVE MERCY #FOR PITY'S SAKE #I AM A FANDOM AUNT #AND MY EYES HAVE ALWAYS SUCKED #BUT IT'S WORSE NOW BECAUSE OF THESE FUCKING CATARACTS #THAT DEVELOPED ABOUT 30 YEARS EARLIER THAN EITHER MY PARENTS' OR MY UNCLE'S #WHICH IS REALLY NOT FAIR #AND I'M ALWAYS A LITTLE SALTY ABOUT IT #AND I'M GOING TO STOP TALKING NOW BECAUSE I'M JUST BEING WHINY AT THIS POINT #GOOD MORNING

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xiubaek-13 · 4 years

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Hold On - Bonus Chapter

Genre: First love & breakups

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok, Reader x Yoongi

Word Count: 5,453

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Smut, Alcohol, Smut, Heartbreak, Did I mention smut?

A/N: So it only took me 8 months to come back to finish the bonus chapter for this. No lies, this is just smut, all 5k of it so if you’re looking for more plot or a proper extension to the story… you are probably going to be disappointed. Enjoy and feel free to yell at me about it afterwards. I do actually enjoy hearing from the few of you who send me asks.

Summary - Hoseok was your first love and for two and a half years he was your everything. Yoongi was his best friend, they did almost everything together until Yoongi got a girlfriend who was his world for a few years. Yoongi was also your friend, having been to school with him. Hoseok broke your heart when he ended things with you but you hadn’t been able to let him go, reducing yourself to friends with benefits as you clung to the relationship that no longer existed, the love that was no longer there. Yoongi was there for you when his friend hurt you and he tried to keep you away from gatherings that Hoseok would be at but there was no avoiding the two of you being at one of his own parties, a camping gathering on his mother’s property.

“Fuck.” Yoongi breathes as he stares down at your naked form. He drinks in the sight of you as he sits back on his heels, staring at you like he never has before. It should make you feel self conscious but the light buzz from the alcohol running through your veins dulls your embarrassment.

You tug at his shirt, impatient for him to remove it lest you be the only naked one. He chuckles and tuts at you, pinning your arms by your side, a move that does nothing to halt the desire that’s flooding your system. “Which one of us is the birthday boy again?” You sigh in disbelief at him. He was going to sass you while you were naked? The jerk. He grins as he hovers above you. “Oh yeah, it’s me. Now if I recall, we’ve just worked out that a)” He kisses your left cheek, “you are my real present” he kisses the other cheek as you try not to giggle at the overly affectionate action “b) I need to prove my sexual prowess to you and c)” He kisses your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. “you have a vampire kink.” He smirks at you while you try not to look mortified. “We’ll come back to c but for now let’s work on b.”

“Yoong-i.” You complain as you try to move your arms. He doesn’t allow the action, more, he seems to find it amusing how you can’t unpin yourself from under him. You manage to be slightly embarrassed by the repeated mentions of a vamp kink but you don’t correct him. Your body just reacted to seeing the sex on screen, complete with neck biting and then when Yoongi whispered in your ear and attached himself to your neck, well your body reacted naturally. You were only so strong when that low rasp was directed at you, the proximity of it rushing a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Min Yoongi was a dangerous man, of that much you were sure.

You were starting to feel self conscious about being the only naked one though. You felt too exposed now that you weren’t both rolling around the sheets in a lust filled daze. Less action meant more thinking and sometimes that was the last thing you needed. You knew you didn’t have the best body. You didn’t work out and you preferred food and movies over diets and exercise… what if he didn’t find you attractive now that your clothes, your armour, were removed. Most of the time you didn’t give a shit about what anyone thought of your body but lying here pinned beneath Min Yoongi while he stared at you with such a heated look in his eyes, you kind of cared. A lot more than you probably should. You try to turn your body in an attempt to cover yourself from his intense gaze.

He stops you by pressing his hips against yours, effectively pinning your whole body beneath his. You can feel how affected he is as his hardened length presses against your thigh as he pins you. His gaze softens as he looks at you. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that? Don’t.” He sighs. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” His words do something to you, pulling on something deep within you. He sounds so earnest and you know he’d never lie to you but you’re still feeling conflicted.

You shouldn’t be doing this, not with Hobi’s friend. You know that. He probably knows that, he’s not stupid after all, yet here both of you were, entwined limbs and your clothing discarded. You could still put a stop to this if you wanted to. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that that was the logical thing to do but you didn’t want to. You wanted this, him.

Drunk logic tries to tell you that Hobi brought the two of you closer together when he moved away and he continued to push you closer together when he broke up with you and the final push was tonight when he was a fucking jerk to you. If he’d been civil you’d still be down with the others, sharing a tent with Jungkook, not pinned to the bed by hips and arms belonging to Yoongi. So this is Hobis fault. Definitely Hobi’s fault. 100%.

Drunk logic is called drunk logic because it sounds reasonable while drunk and idiotic when sober. Thing is, you weren’t sober.

He leans down and returns his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking somewhat sloppily, the desire and drunkenness affecting him. You hardly noticed the slip in composure since you were a little intoxicated too. “I want every part of you. Wanna make you writhe and scream and forget everything and everyone except for me.” He rasps.

“You mother-” you try to speak. His voice is undoing you well before his hands, lips or dick do. The low raspy, slightly slurred tone, whispering all of the things he wants to do to you in your ear, is only serving to fuel your desire. He’s a tease, you knew this from whenever you’d spent time watching him and Jungkook gaming. He’d bait and lure his victims in, taking his time and making all of the right plays. You just never took the time to imagine how much of a tease he’d be when it came to sex, and why would you? Until tonight you really hadn’t thought of him this way. He’d never been the object of your desire. He’s been the best friend of the love of your life (so you thought), someone you could rely on, someone who understood the loneliness you felt when your other half was gone, but now that you’d allowed yourself to see it, you weren’t sure you’d ever escape.

He stills, groaning in frustration as his hair falls into his eyes. “Fuck. Ok so no screaming.” He cringes. “She tries to have a birds and bees talk with me every time I so much as look at another person. I fucking hate it when she does that. But I want this, I want you. If you’ll have me.” A light moan leaves you when he resumes his trail of kisses down your neck and to your chest. “Is this ok?” he asks as he lifts his head to look at you, one hand moving to cup your breast.

“Y-yes” you breathe. “Don’t stop.”

He smirks as he watches your face contort with pleasure as he circles your nipple with his index finger before lowering his head and capturing your other breast with his mouth. His tongue draws circles around the hardening bud then flicks over it at the same time as his fingers work your other breast. The contrast between the two feelings has warmth flooding your system.

He alternates the pressure on your nipples and seems to be in no rush to move on from there. You’d be happy to let him remain there but you could feel an increasing need growing between your legs as you imagined how his fingers and tongue would feel down there. You roll your hips into his to try and spur him on but he merely chuckles into your chest and playfully bites your hardened bud. “You want more?” That teasing tone returns. You moan softly as you roll your hips again, causing him to groan. “Alright, let’s give you more.”

His lust for you was growing more urgent, and he made you aware of that as you feel him press his body against yours, his strong hands moving up past your neck to grip your hair with intent, causing a soft moan to escape your throat. “Please. Yoongi I-”

“I can’t fuck you the way I want to, not tonight, but I’m going to make you cum so hard that I’ll be the only thing you can think about for the next week. You gotta try and stay quiet for me though ok babe?”

You nod, earning you a sweet smile from Yoongi, a complete contrast to the words he’d just uttered. He sits up for a moment, reaching for the game controller so that he could put something else on the tv. He eventually settles on Inception and turns the volume up slightly, shrugging as he turns back to you. “I watch this whenever I can’t sleep but it should also cover up any noises you make as long as you don’t get too loud.” It’s not the best movie for putting you in the mood so it’s to his advantage that you’re already too horny to give a shit about the mind fuck of a cinematic masterpiece that’s playing in the background.

He moves further down your body, his soft lips leaving a trail from your breasts down to your hip, where he bites your flesh - not so hard that it hurts, but hard enough that it leaves a mark. He settles between your legs and pauses. You take advantage of the moment and try to calm yourself, you don’t want to cum the moment he touches you but with how turned on you are, you know it won’t take long. Having to keep quiet only made you that much more aware of how wet you already were for him. You’d had your fair share of nights at Hobi’s where you had to keep quiet and having to hold your cries of ecstasy in had become a turn on for you, you didn’t know when it had happened but it had. When you glance down at him you find him staring up at you with the most mischievous smirk you’d ever seen from him. “All these months, have you just been getting yourself off with your fingers?” He asks.

“Y-yes.” You reply, unsure of why he’s asking.

“Your probably over fingers then right? You want something more… substantial?” He hovers over your center, his eyes focused between your legs. He can see how wet you are, hell you can feel it. You need him to touch you now and you don’t care how. Fingers, tongue, dick - it doesn’t matter as long as he does something. He licks his lips as he slides a finger through your folds, wetting it with your arousal. “So wet. So wet just for me.” He hums. The sensation making you moan lowly as you anticipate what is still to come.

Had he been sober, he probably would have taken his time to fully satiate himself but he was drunk, horny and had you naked in his bed. On his birthday. He felt confident in his ability to pleasure you, drunk or not, it was a skill he was proud of but never boasted about. He preferred keeping it to himself, inflating his own ego when he remembered how he could make his partners scream praises until they couldn’t speak. You’d doubted his sexual prowess and he was more than happy to make you eat your words. In fact, he planned on you moaning his name repeatedly, at volume, but now he had to make sure you kept quiet. Nothing killed a boner quicker than having your mother walk in on you having sex. He wanted to avoid that at all costs. But he had no plans on stopping proceedings. If he’d been sober he might not have had the courage to make the first move, but as he’d woken up still under the influence and seen you, on his bed, watching a pretty heated sex scene, he just couldn’t hold himself back. Now he just wanted to keep you in his bed forever, but he’d have to settle for one night for now.

He slowly drags his teeth from your thigh, up your leg, and moves over your mound, to the other thigh. The sensation makes you whimper as you try to grind your hips, but he holds you down with his hands as you try to find some friction to help you along. “Please” You breathe.

He acquiesced and moves back towards your center, flicking his tongue against your clit. You gasp at the sensation as he repeats the motion, deepening the pressure he’s applying until you whimper in a poor attempt to silence the moan that’s threatening to escape your throat. If anything, it only serves to spur him on, attaching his lips to your clit as his tongue presses and swirls around it. Your hips would have been bucking into his face if he wasn’t holding you down.

You tilt your head as you watch him feast on you, his brows furrowed in concentration and his eyes open and focused on you. You bite your lip as he raises a brow at you and you swear you can see him smile. If he wasn’t giving you the best head you’d ever had you’d feel the need to wipe that smug grin off his face but you were more than happy to let him keep going with his ministrations.

His forehead crinkles in concentration as he rolls his tongue against you, focusing solely on your pleasure. You let your head fall back against the mattress as you gave into the sensations he’s giving you. Even when you aren’t looking you can feel his dark, lustful eyes on you as he takes in every reaction he’s pulling from your body. It was embarrassing at how quickly your arousal was mounting under his tongue. Looking at him you’d never guess that Min Yoongi could give a master class in cunnilingus but you should have known not to judge his sedentary nature or have that make you think that he’d be lazy in bed. Not that you’d ever thought of him in bed until recently. Very recently. God you wanted to fuck him.

You whine as he slows his movements to a halt, detaching his mouth from you. You look down at him again and he stifles a laugh at the incredulous glare you’re giving him. You were desperate for release and you’d been so close to your edge when he’d pulled away.

“No fair,” You whimper.

“No?” he teases as he wipes your juices from his glistening lips.

“You shouldn’t be so good at that. Especially not if you’re going to stop when I’m so close.”

He smirks at you, not breaking eye contact as he pushes one then two fingers into your wet heat. You can’t stop yourself from moaning his name as he starts to move his fingers back and forth in a steady rhythm. “You like that?” he growls as you clench around his fingers. “Fuck you are so wet. Just for me. You love it don’t you? You love how my fingers feel, how my tongue feels against your clit. Don’t you?” His pupils are so black and blown out with lust as he lowers his skilled mouth back to your bundle of nerves.

After several minutes the combination of his fingers and tongue is too much for you. Your breathing accelerates as you struggle not to scream his name, doing all that you can to remain quiet, not that the lewd sounds he’s making in-between your legs are silent. You feel that familiar coil start to tighten in your belly and start to whisper as you plead for release. “Please, please, please. Fuck, Yoongi, don’t stop. I’m so close!” You feel him moan against your clit, making your eyes roll back into your head as the pleasure intensifies. He flattens his tongue against you and fluttering it against you at an unrelenting speed as his fingers curl inside you, hitting your spot relentlessly. At the last moment he lets his teeth scrape your clit, the sudden shift in his ministrations throwing you over the edge, crying out silently as you feel the white heat rushing through your body as your vision blurs and you reach your high.

“Yoongi. Oh my god.” You rasp as he continues to lap up your release as you come back down from your high. You tug on his hoodie when the oversensitivity kicks in and he chuckles as he allows you to pull him back up the bed until he’s face to face with you once more.

“Are we still doubting my sexual prowess?” He asks with an assured grin plastered on his face. As if he wasn’t there. As if he doesn’t know how hard you just came or how much more you want to fuck him after that. How dare someone like him be hiding that level of skill, the universe wasn’t fair, tricking you like that. Briefly you wonder why his past girlfriend ended things with him if he was capable of that. You already knew he was a great person, kind and attentive whilst seemingly disinterested, easily embarrassed and hilarious to boot. Add in ‘eats you out like you’re his last meal on this earth’ and you decided that she was a crazy person for letting him go.

“That’s still up for debate.” You try to sound unaffected but the look Yoongi gives you tells you he isn’t buying it. “I mean, we haven’t covered off on everything… and you’re drunk.” You add, making Yoongi scoff.

“Please, I’m semi intoxicated at best, and that just means it’s usually even better than what you just experienced.” You feel your throat run dry at that. Better? Shit would you even survive that? He grips your waist and pulls you against him, grumbling when he remembers that he’s still fully clothed. The layers don’t stop you from feeling just how painfully hard he is against your thigh.

You tug at his hoodie again, your movement causing him to groan irritably. “Off please. It’s time for you to be as bare as I am.” He raises a brow at you. “Or I could just go put my clothes back on and go to the guest room…” He lets out another frustrated groan, causing you to giggle as he struggles to maneuver himself out of his clothing. He eventually gives up on being able to disrobe while being pressed against you, rolling onto his back and sitting up. Your eyes darken when he removes his hoodie and shirt in one fluid motion.

You let your eyes drift over his naked torso as his hands struggle to undo his belt. He’s much broader than he looks in clothing, you boil that down to the oversized hoodies and the slouching. His skin is smooth, pale and harder than you would have guessed. He wasn’t one for exercise but clearly he was more active than you previously thought. Your eyes drift down to the trail of hair that leads down from his belly button and disappears beneath his pants.

When he finally emerges victorious from his struggle with his pants you waste no time. You give him the same treatment he had given you, trailing kisses and light bites from his neck, across his collarbones, down his chest, stomach and end at his hips. You can hear him trying to regulate his breathing as you leave a mark by his hip, the skin purpling immediately.

“Don’t tease.” he pants.

“Why? Is it unbecoming?” You had every plan to do just that, as he had teased you.

“Fuck. No. I’m just too fucking horny to endure it.” You can hear the need in his voice, the normally low rumble pitching up slightly as he tries to hold himself together. “I’m doing my best to not grab your head and shove my cock in your mouth. You goddamned minx.” Scratch that. You didn’t want to tease him anymore, you wanted to ruin him.

You give the tip a few kitten licks before you take the swollen head into your mouth, laving your tongue against him as you suck. Yoongi lets out a gasp as his hips buck involuntarily. You blink your eyes slowly as you gaze up at Yoongi as your mouth envelops his dick. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead as he stares down at you, biting his bottom lip as he tries to keep his grunts quiet.

“That’s right, baby,” he praises with a husky voice, as his fingers grip your hair. You didn’t break eye contact as you moved down his length, curling one hand around his base as you bob your head, taking more of him in each time you made your descent. You flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock and felt his hands hold your head in a vice grip as his resolve starts to wane, a deep groan emitting from his throat. He lets his head roll back, breathing growing erratic as short pants mixed with small groans flow out of his mouth.

Your name rolls off his tongue sinfully, in ways you couldn’t even imagine in your filthiest dreams. He holds your head in place as he rolls his hips into you, fucking into your mouth. You knew he was approaching his climax when he begins to go a little rougher, deeper, and with less concern for your throat as he gags you occasionally every couple of pumps. You move your spare hand to massage his balls, rolling them in your palm as he thrusts into your mouth. Your action makes him groan louder than before, needier too.

He swiftly pulls himself from your mouth with a lewd pop, his own breathing erratic as he tries to calm himself lest he lose it the moment he starts fucking you. You lick the corners of your mouth to savor the last taste of him. You wanted to relish every last drop when he came but he’d robbed you of the opportunity. His pupils remain blown out and wild as he rolls you back underneath his body and pins you once more.

“I take it back, you’re not a minx. You’re a gods-damned succubus. Fuck.” He rests his head against your chest. “Give me a sec. I don’t wanna blow my load the moment I’m inside of you.” You laugh at his honest remark and stroke his hair as he does his best to bring himself back from the edge. “Your mouth is evil.” He mumbles.

“The feeling is mutual.”

“I could eat you out for days. You’re delicious.” He start peppering kisses over your chest, ready to continue with proceedings. His words strike a cord in you, because you’ve heard the same sentence before. With your ex. With his best friend. Fuck. What were you doing? You had just had your ex boyfriend’s best friends dick down your throat… surely that was frowned upon? You feel the beginnings of guilt and concern start to build within you and you know you need to bring it up now. It’s too late now but you still need to. Before it eats you up inside.

“Hobi -” You try to bring up the topic you should have discussed long before clothing was stripped off, long before he’d made you see stars as his fingers and tongue undid you and definitely long before you’d had his dick in your mouth.

He stops the trail of hot open mouthed kisses he was leaving across your chest. “If you mistake me for him while I’m fucking you I will never speak to you again. Do you understand me?” He presses a hand into your waist, pinning you to the bed while the other grips your wrist and moves it above your head.

“But-”

“It’s a little too late to worry about crossing that line isn’t it?” He retorts. He isn’t wrong. Hobi was a topic that should have been covered before mouths had attached themselves to necks but it was something that would niggle at the back of your mind until it was addressed. Clearly Yoongi had no intention of discussing it now though. Truth be told, right now all you wanted was for him to keep rolling his hips like that. “Sorry, are you going to keep talking about him? Call me weird but I really don’t want to talk about him while my dick is inside you.”

“Well if you’re going to fuck me then get on with it Yoongi.” You challenge. Someone once told you that feeding a man’s ego was one way to get what you wanted. “Make me forget any other name exists.” When you begin rubbing against his erection he pulls away with a groan.

“Gladly.”

He rolls you so that you’re half on your side, your ass resting on his thigh as he lines himself up and enters you slowly, savouring the feel of your velvety walls over his length. He sets a slow pace, rolling his hips languidly, making you gasp in pleasure but not giving you enough to ever be able to reach your peak.

He was a skilled lover. Far more skilled than you were prepared for. Hobi hadn’t lacked in the bedroom but as far as you could recall, it had never been like this. Hobi always made sure that you climaxed before he did, and he was always up for trying new things but he hadn’t honed down any one position to the degree that Yoongi had. You’d expected him to pound into you, deep, hard and fast after how close he’d been to his edge moments ago but here he was relishing in the feel of you gliding over his cock. Either he had the stamina of a god or he was holding out just so that he could enjoy this feeling for as long as he could.

You feel your high building but you knew that with the current pace he was setting that you’d never reach your peak. The desperation in you starts to take over as you try to push your hips back against his, hinting that you needed more.

He grips your hip and thrusts deeply into you, the feeling almost overwhelming you with satisfaction as you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. “Is this what you need?” He grunts into your ear, increasing the force of his thrusts. His pupils are blown out, primal lust taking over his eyes as he drags his gaze up your body as he fucks into you. He bites his lip as he stares at the way your breasts bounce as he thrusts into you and how your face contorted in pleasure as you swap between burying it in the pillows to muffle the wanton moans coming out of it mixed with curses, cries of his name, and throwing it back against his shoulder so he could see every reaction. He had never liked his name more than when he heard it coming out of your mouth the way it was right now.

“Yoon- ah fuck! Yes! Right fucking there.” He angles his hips and picks up his pace watching as his cock disappears into your entrance.

Yoongi pants as he chases his release, holding you still with the hand on your hip. The sensation from the new angle and the deeper thrusting was so sudden that you felt your release that had been slowly building, suddenly barrel towards you. You allow yourself to give in and trust that he’ll get you there before reaching his own end. Small grunts of exertion can be heard behind you, mixed with cursing as his pace starts to become erratic.

“Please for the love of everything good, tell me that you’re close.” He rasps as he snaps his hips into you.

“So close” You whimper. “So fucking close.” You can feel yourself reaching your edge as the coil in your belly tightens and you feel yourself clenching Yoongi’s length as he continues to thrust.

“Fuck, you feel too good. I’m gonna cum soon.” He grunts, moving his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing furiously. “Where can I-”

“Anywhere. Just -FUCK- anywhere Yoongi.” His fingers rub circles over your swollen clit as his dick pounds your spot, pushing you over the edge. Your vision blurs as white heat erupts through your body as you convulse around Yoongi’s dick as he continues to pound into you. The sounds he’s making are downright sinful.

He lets out a strangled moan as you clench around him again. He manages a few more deep thrusts, before he is pushed over his own edge and releases into your heat, his cum filling you. He pulls you flush against his chest as you both try to collect your minds, calm your ragged breathing and steady your erratic heartbeats. “Fuck me.” He sighs contentedly into your ear.

“Can’t. Too thoroughly fucked by you to be of any use.” You breathe, feeling his body shake behind you in a silent laugh.

“Too fucked out to inflate my ego and discuss my sexual prowess?” His voice mocks you but you can tell he’s smiling.

“I’d prefer to give you a birthday kiss but you’re kind of preventing me from rolling over.” You smile.

He pulls out and asks you to wait while he finds a cloth to clean you up with. You have no problems with that, mostly because you aren’t entirely sure that your legs will work if you do more than roll over so you wait, hoping he won’t be too long as you can feel his release trickling down your thigh. He returns from his ensuite with a damp cloth and wipes you down, taking care not to miss any, collapsing on the bed next to you when he’s done. You roll over and embrace him, planting a sweet and thoroughly fucked out kiss upon his lips, earning you that gummy smile that you’re always happy to see.

“Happy Birthday Yoongi.” You smile. He returns the gesture, kissing your lips softly, then placing another on your forehead.

“Now about that vampire kink.” He laughs as you whine into his neck. “I mean I get it. The only consistent people in this world are the dead.”

“Stop talking.” You hide your face as he continues to laugh and embrace you.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Let me know what you think, comments are always welcome :)

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