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𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 - lee minho x gn!afab reader

wc: 6.1k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: alcohol, normalisation of getting very wasted, smut (specific smut warnings under the cut, again minors please do not interact!)

synopsis: the best surprises come from the most unexpected sources - like having your crush corner you in a frat party after hearing you confess your deepest desires of him in the background of a video.

a/n: part one of the fratboy series. fratboy lee minho has now taken over my entire brain, my heart, and also my life, so i hope you all enjoy. PLEASE feel free to stop by our askbox to chat to me abt him because truly, i am obsessed.

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sw: swearing, dirty talk, sexy mean minho, no seriously he’s mean, thigh riding, nipple play, begging, dumbification, degradation, penetration with a finger & dick simultaneously, talks about sex slaves (maybe only slightly serious), lovely aftercare

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When the opening notes of Half Moon by Dean met your ears, you couldn’t help but groan. You loved the song, but it signalled an incoming call that you’d been expecting all day. You flipped your phone over, confirming your suspicions; Jisung’s squishy cheeks flashed on your screen as his contact icon showed up.

“What do you want?” you asked as you answered the call, despite knowing very well what he wanted.

At the beginning of the semester, your best friends had joined a fraternity, Sigma Kappa Zeta. It was an absolute dream - on paper at least. You didn’t have to commit to the endless fraternity obligations, which are often ridiculous and sometimes downright dangerous; although you still had regular invites to the blowout parties, owing to your connections to Felix and Jisung. You’d attended a few of these parties and enjoyed them thoroughly. Being pretty meant you got free booze, and what could be better than getting wasted for free, with two of your favourite people? While ogling their endless hoard of stupidly attractive friends, of course.

Your taste in men could be summarised as… unfortunate. You had an affinity for frat boys, the bigger and stupider the better. Muscular guys, with stupid goofy grins and sleeveless tees, bulging biceps and empty heads. Something about them really got you going, and it frustrated you to no end. But you loved to indulge yourself, and Felix and Jisung knew this all too well. And so, they were left baffled when you very quickly stopped attending these parties. Baffled, disappointed, and worst of all, persistent.

“Hey, angel,” Felix’s voice rang out from your speaker.

“You aren’t Jisung,” you stated.

“Very observant,” he responded, leading you to roll your eyes. You didn't even bother to question why he was calling you from Jisung’s phone. “Anyways, I assume you’ll be in attendance tonight?”

You snorted. “Obviously not.”

“Y/N!” Felix’s deep voice gave way to a drawn-out whine. “Why not?”

“Cause I don’t want to spend time in your disgusting frat house,” you huffed.

“Not even for me?” he pleaded with you.

“This isn’t working. You can’t guilt-trip me when I can’t actually see your stupid adorable face,” you pointed out.

“Fine, I’ll turn my camera on-”

“No. Look, why don’t you and Ji come drink with me in my dorm? Like the good ol’ days?” you suggested. Good ol’ days referring to a few months ago, before they’d joined the fraternity.

Felix paused for a few moments. “Fine. Maybe. Only because we miss you!”

“Come over then. See you soon!” You hung up before he could argue any more - you all knew you’d won.

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Just moments after Jisung and Felix showed up at your door, you began to consider the possibility that maybe you didn’t win after all.

“Y/N!” Jisung cried, before proceeding to push past you and collapse onto your bed. “Why do you never hang out with us any more?!”

You turned to Felix. “What have you brought to my doorstep?”

Felix shrugged. “He chugged like, three beers before we even left.”

"I guess we'd better catch up then."

It wasn't long before you were all feeling merry, though it would be amiss to say you'd caught up with Jisung, given that he often seemed intoxicated even when he was sober.

"I miss you guys, too!" you insisted, hushing the boys' griping. And you really did miss them. Since classes had ended, and people had limited obligations, the frat seemed like a 24/7 party house at the moment, which meant you hardly ever saw them. "I just… these frat parties, it's not really my scene."

The look Felix sent you told you that he didn't buy it, not one bit. The look Jisung sent you, on the other hand, told you that he was currently so drunk that he had a very tenuous grasp on reality, and was just happy to be involved.

"I've seen you eye up at least three guys at the frat. Not your scene? Nothing has ever been more your scene," Felix said, his tone accusatory. "I know it's nothing to do with us. So spill. Why are you avoiding the frat?"

Jisung had wandered off to the other side of your room, where he seemed to be making a concoction of different beverages. He didn't seem to be making a mess, so you thought it best to leave him while he was quiet.

You huffed. "Fine. One of your stupid little frat bro's is driving me insane. But I won't say who!" you added hastily.

Felix's eyes glinted. "Driving you insane? In what way? Like, someone's pissed you off? Or they're making you insanely horny and you don't know how to handle it."

You hid your face in your hands with a groan. "You know me too well, Lix."

Felix laughed gleefully. "Changbin?"

"Don't start guessing! I'm not gonna tell you!"

"Chan?"

"No!"

Felix paused, thinking hard. "It's Minho."

"It’s not Minho!"

He cackled. "You're an open book, it's Minho! You're horny for Minho!"

You let out a weak whimper in protest. "I just… God, nobody's ever affected me like this before, Lix! I don't even wanna be around him 'cause I know I'll say something stupid. Or maybe just start drooling on him."

Felix shrugged. "I guess I can't blame you. He is a gorgeous guy."

"Understatement of the century," you scoffed. "If I had to choose between solving world hunger and sucking his dick, I'd choose his dick. A thousand times."

Felix, in that beautiful drunken phase where everything was utterly hilarious, was clutching his stomach, in complete stitches on your floor.

"I'm not even joking, Lix! I'd devote the rest of my life to being his sex slave. He wouldn't even need to feed me, I'll survive off his cum if I have to!"

Felix wiped a tear from his eye. "Stop, stop. You're killing me." He turned to Jisung, who was still apparently playing potions with various different drinks.

"And that," Jisung said to no one in particular, "Is how you make a Hanji Supreme."

"What the fuck are you doing, Ji? Are you vlogging over there? Get your ass over here and listen to what Y/N has to say about Lee Minho."

"Okay, bye!" Jisung said, still seemingly speaking to thin air. He turned to you, eyebrows raised. "Minho? Y/N has the hots for Minho?"

"Unfortunately," you confirmed.

"We could probably set you up with him," Jisung proposed, a dastardly grin on his face.

"No," you quickly denied. "Never. Under no circumstances do you ever mention my name in Minho's presence. Got it?"

Jisung pouted. "But then your dreams are never gonna come true!"

You chewed on your lip. "I feel like a stuttering mess whenever I even think about him. I can't imagine what'd happen if I actually spoke to him."

"Wait, you've never spoken to him?" Felix clarified, and you shook your head. He smirked. "You were saying some pretty vulgar stuff, considering he's practically a stranger."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a creep and a perv. That's why he can never find out about this. Seriously," you said sternly, directing this last part at Jisung. He wasn't exactly known for keeping secrets.

Felix looked him up and down. "I don't think he's even going to remember this tomorrow, if I'm being honest."

"Yeah," you agreed. "He seems like he's done for the night." The boy was lying flat on his back, the brim of his beanie pulled over his eyes. His phone was buzzing away on his chest, notification tone pinging every few seconds.

Felix sighed. "I just hope he doesn't get one of those second winds."

“Jisung, honey, is someone trying to get hold of you?” you asked, the chiming of his phone growing irritating. You figured he’d texted one of his many booty calls and then instantly forgotten about it.

“Huh?” he asked, clearly not really listening.

Felix’s phone began to buzz on the floor. “Someone’s trying to get hold of me.” He brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, what’s up? He's - he's what?" Felix covered his other ear. "It's really loud over there, did you say he's on the table? Christ - okay, okay, we'll be right over."

"What was that?" you asked. "Is everything okay?"

Felix sighed. "Hyunjin's partying a little too hard. Seungmin can't deal with him alone. C'mon, we gotta go wrangle him."

"We just went over this - I'm not stepping foot in Minho's territory, not even for a second," you said adamantly.

"Relax, he's partying with Theta Chi Theta tonight," Jisung slurred happily, sitting upright and fixing his beanie. "C'mon, Y/N, come party with us!"

Felix looked to you pleadingly. "I can't deal with drunk Jisung and drunk Hyunjin without you. Please."

Fuck. Felix knew you could never say no to his puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine."

Even with the knowledge that Minho was preoccupied somewhere else, you still felt a little wary as you stepped into the house. It did occur to you that you could be a little too terrified of this man, but you knew all too well that both your horniness and your stupidity were utterly limitless, which was always a recipe for disaster.

You heard Hyunjin before you saw him - "Why can't I get naked, though? It's so hot in here!"

You snickered. He was still on the table, although he looked a little wobbly so you doubted it'd be too long until he came tumbling down. Jisung wandered off, probably up to no good, whilst you and Felix hurried over.

Seungmin breathed a visible sigh of relief when he saw you. "So glad you're here. Okay, I'm off duty. Good luck." He had vanished within seconds.

Hyunjin waved excitedly when he caught sight of you both. "Hi Lix! Hi Lix's pretty friend!"

You laughed at his drunken boldness. "It's Y/N," you corrected him.

"I know." He grinned down at you from the table, eyes disappearing into crescents. "You're brave, too," he crooned.

"Brave?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"If I was you, I probably wouldn't show my face around here until the end of the semester, at least," he went on.

Felix narrowed his eyes at the boy. "What are you talking about?"

Hyunjin stared at Felix for a moment. Then switched his gaze to you. Then back to Felix. Before erupting into a fit of giggles.

"Oh my god, please sit down before you fall and crack your damn skull," Felix pleaded with the boy.

"Yeah, and more importantly, explain yourself," you added.

Hyunjin sat obediently, pulling out his phone and handing it to Felix.

"Oh fuck," Felix breathed. "I have the group chat muted right now."

"The group chat?" you enquired anxiously. "Please tell me what's going on." Your paranoia was getting the best of you, and while you stood waiting for someone to fucking explain, you were slowly convincing yourself that you'd stolen Felix's phone and confessed your attraction to Minho in the most crass and unrefined terms.

This wasn't too far from the truth.

Felix opened up a video, skipping towards the end. You noticed Jisung, sitting cross-legged on the floor of your dorm room, chattering away about various beverages. More prominently, however, you heard your own voice, from the other side of the room.

“I’ll survive off his cum if I have to!”

Your heart plummets to the ground as the memory comes rushing back. Fuck.

You grab Felix’s arm, holding on for dear life. “Tell me this isn’t happening. Tell me Jisung only sent that to Hyunjin and no one else.”

Felix handed the phone back to Hyunjin and placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. “Look, it’s going to be okay. People say stupid shit like this all the time-”

“Oh look, Minho’s read the messages!” Hyunjin calls out.

You put a hand over your mouth. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“He’s typing!”

“No!” you wailed.

Hyunjin turned his phone around once more. You peered at the screen in turmoil as three dastardly little letters popped up.

lol

"Oh, Y/N, you're so lucky he's not here tonight," Felix said, sounding relieved. Distantly, you felt a shred of relief too, although that was nothing compared to the complete and utter dread you were experiencing. Oh, the consequences of your own drunken, horny actions. Was there anything worse?

"Oh," Felix murmured, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. "Oh."

"What?" you asked.

"He's calling me."

You called out "Don't answer it!" just as Hyunjin yelled "Answer it!"

Felix accepted the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Oh my god, I'm scared. Hold my hand." You scrambled for Hyunjin, who grasped your hand in his before giggling.

"Your hands are soft," he commented, apparently having forgotten the Minho debacle already. You swiftly hushed him.

Felix also raised a finger to his lips in a shh motion, before putting the call on speakerphone.

"Are you at the house? Is Y/N with you?" Minho’s voice came through the speaker.

Felix paused, looking at you with wide eyes. You shook your head furiously.

"Uh, yeah," he answered, the traitor. You fought hard not to scream.

"Can you pass a message across?" you heard Minho ask.

"Sure."

"I'm on my way." The line clicked dead.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. “LEE FELIX WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM I'M HERE?"

"I DON'T KNOW, I PANICKED!" he shrieked back, sounding equally as alarmed as you.

“This is crazy,” Hyunjin commented with a dazed grin.

“You are far too drunk to understand the absolute catastrophe I’m in right now!” you accused him. “Oh my god, what am I gonna do? I need to go - immediately.”

“Not so fast.”

You spun around in complete and utter horror, terrified that Minho had somehow materialised from his other party right back to the frat. Only to find Seungmin standing before you - just slightly less threatening.

“Jisung is far too drunk, and he’s begging for you,” he explained.

“God, what is in the air tonight?” you observed. “Do you guys need to do a fraternity-wide detox?”

Seungmin snorted. “Like that’s ever gonna happen. Go on, Jisung’s in his room.”

God fucking damn it, why were you such a good friend? You tore up the stairs, bee-lining for Jisung’s room, fully intending on hiding in his bedroom for the rest of the night. Minho wouldn’t find you in there if you locked the door, right? You were even willing to put up with your best friend’s snoring.

"Hey, Sungie," you said gently as you walked into his room. You found him curled on his bed, still dressed in his hoodie, cargos and beanie.

"Y/N… You're finally here…" he mumbled.

"You sound sleepy. Is it bedtime?" you asked, sitting down on the bed beside him. You tugged the beanie off his head, and ran your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp gently.

"Bedtime? Hmm… No… It's still party time for now." His words were slurred, and you knew he was just minutes from dozing off - seconds, maybe.

"Sure," you said, as it was typically better to just agree with him. "You wanna get your pyjamas on? We can have a pyjama party."

"No. I'm comfy like this." You seriously doubted it, but didn't have it in you to battle him right now.

Sure enough, he was snoring less than thirty seconds later. You wondered if it was worth shoving him a bit, to climb in bed beside him, or whether it'd be best to just run home. But you didn't know how far away Minho was, and the thought of bumping into him was too much to bear.

You deliberated for a few moments, but Jisung's snoring was driving you insane, and you quickly realised that you weren't equipped to deal with it tonight.

You pulled out your phone, opening Felix's contact.

[10:44pm] You: lixie do u have minho's location?

[10:44pm] You: lix please please please

[10:44pm] You: felix pls i need to know how far he is

You sat on the edge of Jisung's bed, leg bouncing with nerves. Why was Felix always muting his damn notifications?

[10:48pm] Lix: idk sorry :( i think his party was nearby though

[10:48pm] Lix: look, just run to my room

[10:49pm] Lix: you'll be safe there

You weighed up your options.

Option one: stay here with Jisung, awake all night owing to his snoring and his complete domineering of 90% of the bed space, stressing about Lee fucking Minho.

Option two: run out of the frat house, and all the way home to safety, but risk bumping into Minho on your way out.

Option three: run down the hall to Felix's room, where you can vent to him all night and then eventually fall asleep with his sunshine cuddles.

It could only be option three.

His room was just down the hall, you reasoned. You would yank open the door, tear down the hallway, and land safely in Felix's bedroom. It would be easy.

You took a deep breath, before pulling open the door and preparing to run.

“Ah. Look who it is.”

Shit.

Minho stood in the hall with an unreadable expression. His eyes scanned your whole frame, and he took his time with his scalding gaze. His eyes crawled all the way up your legs, lingering up your thighs. Slowly moving from your hips, to your waist, to your chest. Before landing on your eyes - that’s where his inspection burned the most. You couldn’t even breathe.

“All bark and no bite, hm?”

“I… I just…” you stammered weakly.

He continued to stare at you, waiting for you to finish. “You just?”

“I’m sorry!” you managed, your voice barely above a squeak.

He folded his arms across his chest, looking amused. “What, pray tell, are you sorry for? For blabbing about my dick to anyone who’ll listen? Manners mean everything, sweetheart, you could’ve just asked me nicely. There was no reason to bring everyone into our business, now, was there?”

You simply blinked at him. You weren’t capable of anything more. He was clearly waiting for a response, though, smirking over at you expectantly. “W-What?” you managed eventually.

“Or are you apologising for your dirty mouth? Honestly, I didn’t expect that from you. You look so sweet, who knew you could be so… improper.”

You felt dizzy. “Improper?”

He pouted at you, and it was dripping with condescension. “Can you speak, darling? Or are you so cock-hungry you can’t manage more than a one-word answer?”

“I-I just don’t know what to say, is all,” you whispered.

“Just give me a yes or a no,” he invited you, holding his hand out for you to take.

You gave him a slow nod, placing your hand in his shakily. He smiled as if to say ‘right answer,’ before opening the door right next to Jisung's, and leading you into his bedroom. The room was remarkably neat and tidy, and you would’ve been impressed if you could even begin to process it. All of your mental energy was focused on not combusting - or coming on the spot.

He allowed you to step into the room before closing the door behind you. You were then quickly pushed up against it, Minho pinning you against the wood with his hips. Had that squeal really just come from your mouth?

His eyes were transfixed on your lips. You waited, heart hammering in your chest, while he had you trapped there. Until this point, you really hadn't been sure whether he was angry at you for saying such explicit things about him. The look in his eyes revealed everything - he wanted you just as badly.

He leaned in slowly. Torturously slowly - evidently, he was going to take his time with you. His lips met yours in a gentle peck, which he repeated, again and again. You sighed against his lips, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, but he merely smirked against your pout.

"Please," you breathed.

"You're so desperate," he said with a low laugh. "I could give you what you want, Y/N, but I know you wouldn't be able to handle it."

"I can take it," you protested, your voice sounding much whinier than you wanted it to.

"You can?" he asked, cocking his head and looking down at you condescendingly. You nodded insistently. "Okay."

Minho picked up the pace. His lips were soft but they bit at yours harshly. His tongue entered your mouth and you savoured his taste, sucking on his tongue gently.

Your hands went to the button of his jeans, swiftly unbuttoning it. Minho pulled away, stepping back and leaving you pouting once more. He laughed, that awful patronising sound yet again, that made your palms sweat and your thighs sticky.

"What, you think you're gonna get my dick that easily?" he asked, cocking his head at you. "No, honey."

"Please?" you asked. It sounded pitiful, even to you.

You watched as he went to his neatly made bed, tugging off jeans and laying back. "Come here," he instructed, lounging back against the wall. "Take your clothes off for me."

"T-Take my clothes off?" you asked meekly. It sounded pitiful even to your ears.

The look he gave you was scathing, although he did seem rather amused by the pathetic show of stupid desperation you were unfortunately displaying. "Well you can't expect to stay fully clothed if I'm gonna fuck you, right?"

You nodded, standing in front of him and looking down at your feet. "I… I feel shy all of a sudden."

"You feel shy? I don't know if you'd make such a good sex slave after all." He laughed before growing serious. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'll look after you, if we do, but the choice is yours."

His kinder tone set you at ease, and made you realise that you really wanted this, you were ready for this. It also brought about the realisation that you much preferred it when he was mean. You didn't want to dwell on what that meant, though.

You gathered your courage and slowly pulled your clothes off, standing before him in nothing but your underwear. Minho said nothing, but you felt as though you were on fire under his gaze.

He wasn't the only one who was enjoying the view. Your eyes traversed his toned thighs, mouth watering as you thought about how it'd feel if he were to press one between your legs. He wore plain white briefs, and you couldn't help but stare at the prominent bulge inside them. Even semi-hard it looked huge. You noticed it twitch ever so slightly, as he looked over your exposed body.

Minho spread his legs slightly, before tapping his left thigh. "Come on, darling. I know what you want."

Was he a mind reader? You wasted no time, climbing onto the bed, straddling his thigh and beginning to slowly grind. He tensed it, so firm and strong beneath you. The perfect platform for you to drag your clit across.

Minho's hands went to your waist, holding you gently, guiding you as you rolled your hips.

"That's it, baby, there you go," he encouraged you. The friction was enough to make you sweat, the pleasure overwhelming you. He was right - maybe you couldn't handle this. You couldn't even imagine how overwhelming it would be to actually feel his hands on you, feel his dick inside you.

His dick.

You could see it growing harder in his briefs, a small damp circle near the head where precum had leaked. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer; your hand reached out almost involuntarily, cupping his bulge gently. It was firm, and warm, and growing bigger seemingly by the second.

Minho took your hand, instantly re-directing it. "No, no, don't touch. Not until I say you can."

"But I can see how hard you're getting," you said. "You want it, Minho!"

"Unlike you, I know how to restrain myself." He patted your waist gently. "Keep riding."

You gave a frustrated huff, but did as he said.

Minho brought a slender finger down to your crotch, hooking it around the fabric of your underwear and moving it out of the way. "Let me see that pretty pussy," he murmured.

The new exposure made you moan aloud, hands gripping Minho's shoulders firmly as you rode him.

"Please," you whispered. "Please, Minho."

"Please, what? Use your words."

"Please fuck me," you asked.

He pretended to consider it for a moment. "Hmm… No. Not yet."

You groaned. "I need it, though!"

Minho snickered. "Don't be such a brat. I want to take my time with you, okay?"

"You can take your time next time! Just - please - fuck, please, I need it."

He raised an eyebrow with you. "Oh, so there's gonna be a next time, is there?"

You ignored his quip. If you couldn't get in his pants just yet, you'd focus your attention elsewhere. You lifted his shirt slowly, revealing his stomach, where you found lightly toned abs that only made you more desperate to feel him. Miraculously, he humoured you, pulling his shirt over his head.

You gasped, running your hands down his chest. He was beautiful, tight pecs and perfect little nipples that stood to attention in the open air of his bedroom. You ghosted a finger over one of them, entranced.

"I thought that'd shut you up," Minho commented under his breath.

"Beautiful tits," you muttered unintentionally as you admired his pecs.

Minho smiled. "I could say the same thing about you, angel." He placed a hand on your back, pulling you closer and bringing one of your nipples into his mouth. He wasn't gentle about it, sucking and biting without holding back. You cried out, your hips pausing their grinding motions, your system completely overloaded by his harsh actions on your sensitive nipple.

"Keep riding," he mumbled, not even taking your nipple out of his mouth as he spoke.

You dragged your clit across his muscular thigh, whimpering loudly as you went. "Oh god, please, Minho! I need you inside me."

"Then beg for it."

You wasted no time. "Please, Minho, please, please! I need your cock, I've never needed anything this bad. I know I'm just a filthy little slut but please give me what I need, fuck, I'll die if you don't!"

"You really are a filthy slut," he agreed, lifting you from his thigh and laying you on his bed.

"Yes, yes, please Minho!" you babbled.

He pulled your underwear down, leaving you completely naked before him, before tugging his own briefs off.

Holy fucking shit, you thought.

His dick was beautiful. That was the only way to describe it - fucking beautiful. It was long, with a vein running along the underside, and the girth was decent too. The head was thick, and red, and if you weren't so desperate to be fucked you would've sucked on it for hours.

"I know you want it," Minho said. "But do you deserve it?" He stroked his dick slowly, and you watched as the head disappeared into his fist, emerging again as his hand ran along his shaft.

"I don't know, but I need it," you insisted. "I'll do anything."

Minho shook his head, but he looked smug. "Alright, baby. If you need it that badly."

"Yes, yes, yes," you chattered, intoxicated by a dick that you hadn't even felt yet.

He pushed your knees up to your chest, and you hooked your arms around them, holding them in position and peering down to watch his motions. "Such a perfect pussy." He rubbed the head of his dick across your clit, and you whined loudly. Distantly, you wondered if the sounds of the frat party below would even be enough to drown out your incessant noises of pleasure. It was irrelevant, though; you didn't care enough to stop.

He dragged his dick through your folds, over your hole, back up to your clit. Minutes ago, you would've killed a man to have Minho touch your pussy, but already you wanted more. He made you so greedy. It felt good but your thirst for more was unbearable, intolerable.

"Alright, baby, are you ready?"

"Yes!" you cried out.

Slowly, he sunk the tip of his dick inside you - just the tip. Thick as it was, it slid in with hardly any protest. He sighed as it went in, clearly needing the sensation more than he let on.

"More," you pleaded.

"You'll take what I give you, when I'm ready to give you it." Minho saw you roll your eyes at this, but said nothing.

He pushed the head in and out of your hole, never putting more than two inches inside.

"Please give me the whole thing, Minho!"

He simply shook his head. "You wouldn't be able to handle it. Dumb baby."

"I can handle it!" you insisted. "I swear I can!"

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow that told you he was unconvinced. "You can?" You nodded. "You're gonna cry like a little baby."

"Just give me your stupid dick right now!"

Minho laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, baby. Here comes my stupid dick."

He held your legs down against your chest, and slammed his whole length inside you. You saw stars. He thrusted, hard and fast, and you were somewhat aware that you were moaning probably louder than you ever had before, but all you could truly focus on was his cock filling you up. He was hitting your g-spot on every single thrust, grunting as he fucked you.

"God, you're tight," he groaned. He re-positioned his hips, and somehow managed to hit deeper. You felt him against your cervix, and cried out in pain.

"Too much," you weakly protested as your eyes filled with tears.

"I thought you could handle it?" he said, his voice lacking any sympathy. "Fucking pathetic, begging for a cock you couldn't even take."

"I-I can, just not so deep."

Minho smirked down at you. "It's not my fault my dick's so big," he said, but adjusted his thrusts slightly anyway.

"I can take it," you promised. "I-I can take anything you give me, Minho."

"That's right, baby. My filthy little whore." His voice was calm, but his eyebrows were furrowed and sweat was dripping down his forehead - the pleasure was overwhelming him just as much as it was destroying you.

Minho leaned down, connecting his mouth to yours as he fucked you. You sighed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help but moan. His dick fucking your pussy, his tongue fucking your mouth. This was heaven, you were sure of it.

He pulled away. "You think you could take some more?"

"More?" you asked, eyes wide.

"Just a little more. For me?"

You nodded hesitantly.

Minho paused his thrusts, but before you could whine in protest, you felt his finger rubbing at your opening. Slowly, he pushed his index finger inside, along with his dick. The painful stretch was incredible, and you whimpered at the feeling.

"There you go, babe," he said, beginning to thrust once more. He closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensation. "Fuck, this is nice and tight."

You were barely even lucid at this point. You babbled incoherently, unaware of what you were even trying to say. You were completely and utterly spellbound by his dick, by the sweet burning stretch.

"Touch yourself for me, baby," Minho directed you.

"F-Fuck- I don't know if I can-"

"I thought you wanted to be my sex slave, hm? Pretty little slaves do as they're told."

You whined, but obeyed his command. "M-Minho… I'm gonna cum if I keep going."

Minho barked out a laugh. "Cum then. I don't care. But don't take your fingers off that pussy, not even for a second."

You were beginning to think that maybe you weren't cut out for this. You hadn't even reached your climax yet, and already the overstimulation was too much. Your stretched out pussy was throbbing, and you jolted each time Minho's dick pounded your g-spot. You were drenched, covered in your own sweat as well as Minho's, which was dripping onto you from his hair, his forehead, his neck. The air in the room was thick, and smelled entirely of Minho - you were covered in him. He looked like a god above you, fucking into you like it was his life's mission.

It was too much for you to handle, without a doubt. And yet, you'd be happy to spend the rest of your life underneath him. Or on top of him. Or in any position which meant his dick could be inside you.

"Minho… Minho!" you whimpered.

"C'mon, baby," he encouraged you, his voice strained. From the sounds of it, he wasn't far from finishing either - although you got the sense he could keep going all night if he willed himself to. "Cum around my cock like the dirty little whore you are."

That was all the prompting you needed.

Your ears started ringing. You let the almost unbearable feeling of ecstasy wash over you, flooding Minho’s cock. You knew you were crying out maybe a bit too loudly - but you didn’t care, thrashing in Minho’s hold and grasping the bedsheets for dear life as he fucked you through it. He didn’t slow his pace, riding out your intense orgasm caused by the man of your dreams and making you feel as if you’d been set on fire.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Minho crooned, continuing to fuck you as he went after his own orgasm. You could only manage a high-pitched whine in response. "Just a little longer, baby, you can do it. Just lie there and let me use your tight little pussy, that's it." His voice was hoarse, and the veins on his neck were prominent. You knew he was going to cum soon, but you didn't know if you could hold on. You were over-sensitive to the point of pain, hands gripping Minho's bed sheets.

"Cum - give me your cum," you urged Minho. "Now, please."

His eyes widened. Your command had seemed to catch him off guard a bit. He pulled out of you, and you watched as thick ribbons of pearly white cum oozed onto your abdomen. You gasped gently as you watched. It was perhaps the most beautifully erotic thing you'd ever seen. His dick was definitely a contender for the prettiest one you'd ever fucked, and his cum was thick and heavy, dripping from the tip like a waterfall.

"Thank you," you whispered. He leaned in, kissing you deeply. He tasted like sweat, hot and sticky, and you moaned.

He pulled away, before planting one more kiss on your forehead. "You're welcome."

Minho stood, going to the other side of his room. You tried to follow him with your eyes, but you felt so weak and tired that they slipped shut immediately. He returned seconds later, and you lay still, sighing as he cleaned you up. His touch was so gentle, so soothing, so different than it had been just minutes before.

"That better?" he asked, discarding the towel.

You nodded. "You want me to go crash with Felix?" you asked, unsure of what exactly this arrangement was.

"Nah, you reek of sex. Felix wouldn't want you." He helped you climb under the covers. "Plus, I wouldn't mind some company tonight." He slid into bed beside you, and you rolled over, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, and you felt incredibly safe secure, especially considering just how utterly terrified you'd been of this man a few hours ago.

You giggled softly, so tired and fucked out that you felt a little delirious. "Can't believe you fucked me, Minho."

Minho gave a short laugh. "Can't believe you convinced me to fuck you so easily. You're a little minx. I really wanted to play with you some more."

You nestled into his chest. "I guess there'll have to be a next time then, huh?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "If you're lucky."

"You wanna fuck me again, Minho, I know you do," you mumbled. "I saw the look in your eyes when you came. You need my pussy."

Minho was silent for a few seconds. "You're awfully bold for someone who was crying on my cock ten minutes ago."

"...Yeah."

"Get some sleep, sweetheart." No more than ten seconds later, you were sleeping in his arms.

You slipped into the land of dreams, where you went on to fantasise about Minho - his thighs, his neck, his tummy, his hands. His kisses, his touches, his dick in your throat, in your holes. Minho everywhere. Were you completely insatiable? Maybe. But it seemed very likely that he'd give it to you again. In your sleep, you smiled.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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joonipertree · 20 days

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Which Anime characters would let you win in a physical play fight

Yes, flirtatiously. They look up at you with big eyes full of mirth and love. Sometimes they pull you on top of them and give you kisses all over.

"my baby is so strong~"

You don't believe that for a second.

-Mitsuya, Ran, Shinichiro, Gojo!, Nanamin, itadori, Midoriya, Hawks!! Chifuyu, Yuuta, Mitsuya

Yes, because they're lazy. To be fair, sometimes you do attack them when they're sleepy so get ready for the stinkiest glare they've ever given you. But sometimes you're on top and they're....just too tired to move. Might ask you to ride them lmao.

-Ran (in both cases, yes), Wakasa, Geto, Aizawa, Dabi! Kenma, Megumi

No, competitively. Yeah it might be part fight reflex, part inner fire. they might not consciously mean it but they'd just pin you down because their brain is like no!!! Don't get them wrong...they'd never hurt you...just sort of.....restrain you.

-Mikey, Bakugo, Sukuna, Baji, Todoroki, Hinata

No, flirtatiously. Yeah, he's 100% taking this chance to have you under him with droopy dark eyes and a smirk. He might whine at you mockingly like "oh noo :( my baby's caught. What're they gonna do now huh? They're stuck :(" And ruin you so thoroughly like plEASE want them to spread my legs with their hips and make me whiny and weak.

-Ran (am i obsessed w him or what?) Rindou, Mean! Hawks because i love Mean Hawks, Hanma, Geto, Shigaraki, Dabi, Mean! Midoriya because Im also obsessed w him (i have a pattern)

#im back btches #mikey x reader #tokyo rev x you #hawks x reader #midoriya x reader #kenma x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #bnha x reader #ran x reader #rindou x y/n

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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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Stoicism

a/n: because i'm obsessed with the idea of reader being the opposite of him in terms of playfulness

Summary: You just love to tease Aaron and he loves to pretend you don't love it

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

WC: lil 0.6k

The first time you met Aaron Hotchner, he gave you the smallest smile upon hearing a little joke from you. That tiny smile had you enchanted, and you promised yourself that you would do everything in your power to see it again.

Seven months later, as his girlfriend, it's your job, even more so than before, to make him smile and laugh. And you take that job very seriously.

Today, it's officially been three days since he's properly smiled, the elongated period of time attributed to being out on such a stressful case that as soon as you got back to the hotel, you both went right to sleep.

It's midday and you're still working around the boardroom table at the police department when Aaron slips out to get a cup of coffee, and walks back in with two, all of you assuming it's for Morgan since he offered to get Aaron one because he wanted one himself. clearly too focused to have remembered Morgan offering to get him coffee since he wanted one himself.

Instead, Aaron sits next to you and slides the coffee cup along to you, resting his fingers against yours.

"Did you forget something?" You ask Aaron, locking eyes with Morgan who's chuckling to himself, clearly not slighted.

Your confused boyfriend frowns, looking at Morgan before back to you. "I got you coffee because you finished yours." He states. Your heart warms at him paying so much attention to you.

"So did Morgan." You inform him before realizing you have the perfect opportunity to tease him. "Am I your favorite?"

Aaron sticks to his stoic facade, facial features barely moving. "I don't have favorites."

You've got Emily and Rossi's attention now too, your conversation clearly more amusing than photos of mutilated bodies. All three of them observe the teasing banter with amusement, thoroughly enjoying the dynamic between you and Aaron. It's never a side they get to see of him unless you're there.

You hold your cup up as evidence of your claim. "I think you do, and it's me. We all know you can't resist spoiling me."

Aaron rolls his eyes, but a small smile plays at his lips. Still, he's going to fight you to drop it. "Y/n, please. Let's focus on work."

You shake your head. "No, not until you admit you love me." You request and the mischievous look in your eyes assures him you're not going to let it go.

He shifts in his seat, and you grin at being the only person to make him squirm. "Can we focus on the case?" He pleads. His cheeks are heating up in the most adorable way and he ducks his head shyly.

"Come on, you can do it, Aaron." Rossi prompts him, earning a firm look from his friend. "We hear it enough when you're both drunk."

"Our personal relationship is not- okay, fine." Aaron folds, looking at you with a frown that you can easily see through. "I love you. Happy?" His confession makes you grin and nod.

Morgan snorts, clearly amused by the exchange. "Don't worry, Hotch. We all know you're crazy about Y/n. And that you don't get me coffee because I'm not pretty."

"Are you all done now?" Aaron asks, narrowed eyes glancing around the room. He's a step away from a discussion about workplace professionalism.

Emily, Rossi, and Morgan nod, going back to what they were previously doing, but Aaron should have known it wouldn't be that easy with you.

"I really love how your tie looks." You flirt with him.

As if it were possible, he blushes more. "You picked it out." He reminds you.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner blurb

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roanniom · 2 years

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omg virgin!eddie you say?!? i am obsessed with that idea! him needed guidance and reassurance? yes please. he doesn’t really know what to do, and maybe a little nervous? but he wants to make you feel good 😭

Overthinking

Virgin!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

I could imagine a world where virgin!Eddie Munson gets a little self conscious and he tries to put off actually having sex because he know’s he’ll blow his load in like 0.002 seconds so when your hands creep down to his bulge while you two make out, he pulls away with a theatrical hum.

“Ummm let’s take care of you first,” he practically singsongs, pushing you down with your back on the mattress. You look up at him, confused, as he crawls backward to settle between your open thighs. He starts petting at the apex of your legs and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you have done things other than sex?” You knew he was a virgin, he’d blurted it out the other night when you were giving him a particularly lascivious kiss good bye. You’d found the confession sweet and promised to help change that if he wanted. And oh had he wanted.

Which is why you’re on his bed, alone in his trailer, in nothing but a small pair of shorts and a soft tank top. But his reluctance to let you touch him is surprising. When you question him, he shakes his head sheepishly.

“Yeah…no. I haven’t done any of it before.”

You sit up and rest your elbows on your knees, smiling.

“So then what was the plan? Going to rub my pussy? Eat me out?”

You’re thoroughly pleased as a red flush spreads from his neck to his cheeks and his ears. He looks nervous but he puffs out his chest and digs his fingers into your thighs.

“Well I was going to try, if you’re amenable.” It comes out more question than statement and a cute, rueful smile quirks his lips. You laugh.

“Why won’t you just let me take the lead here? Make you feel good,” you coo, leaning forward to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter shut as you scratch pleasantly at his scalp but then he shakes his head.

“Because I’d very much like to make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good,” you reassure him, peeling one of his hands off your thigh and pulling it to cup your cheek. His eyes melt into something warm and soft as he caresses at the hollow under your eye. It’s just enough of a distraction for you to catch him off guard, pushing him onto his own back and moving up to straddle his hips. He grunts, eyes wide at your sudden force.

“But do you know what would make me feel better?” you ask, just a whisper in his ear. You’ve leaned down to press your chest to his, kissing at his earlobe as you speak. You pull back enough to see his reaction, though, and you’re glad you down miss his rough swallow.

“W-what?”

“The chance to make you, Eddie Munson, feel oh so good.” You swirl designs onto his chest with the tip of your pointer finger as you speak. Eddie practically pouts as you maintain eye contact with him.

“Well I…” he exhales sharply when you slide a hand between your bodies and ghost over the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. His eyes flutter shut for a second before he’s glancing back at you, anxiety furrowing his brows. “I’m going cum so fucking quick if you keep touching me like that, Princess.”

“And what makes you think that isn’t my goal?” You bite your tongue cheekily.

“You’re a nymph. A v-vixen.” He’s gasping at this point as you mouth at his neck, your hand moving in earnest on his hard, clothed dick. It twitches in your hand and he throws an arm over his eyes with a groan.

“And you’re cute,” you say with humor. Your hand slides past the elastic waist of his sweatpants and into his boxers, coming into contact with his warm skin.

“Oh fuck…” Eddie whispers. He peaks at you from under his arm and you’re smiling at him. You’ve scooted back to straddle his thighs now, pulling his cock out to wrap your hand around the length.

“So I’m the first to touch this pretty cock other than you, pretty boy?” You ask and his entire body shivers.

“Yeah,” he says with a nod. Then, gathering his bravery. “You think it’s pretty?”

“Mmhmm. The prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” you hum, beginning to stroke him languidly up and down. Squeezing and twisting your wrist each time you get up to the weeping tip.

“And you’re not just fucking saying that?” he goads you with smirk. Without breaking eye contact you lean down and lick a fat stripe up the length of his dick from root to tip. Eddie practically convulses beneath you.

“I’m not just saying that,” you confirm. Your fist begins moving faster up and down his cock and Eddie pants openly now.

“This d-doesn’t - fuck! You know this doesn’t count, r-right,” Eddie struggles to get out. You’re distracted, all your attention on his purpling, dripping length. You’ve never played with such a responsive cock before and you’re already losing yourself in the thought of how it would feel inside you.

“What doesn’t count?”

“This isn’t sex,” he blurts out. Sweat beads at his hairline and you can tell that every muscle in his body is clenched.

“Oh I’m sorry, is there something you’d rather he fucking other than my hand?” you reply teasingly. “What, not having fun?”

“Well ‘fun’ isn’t usually the word I’d use to describe earth shattering pleasure-gah!” Eddie cuts himself off with a gasp as you lean over him again and start nipping at his neck, all while your hand keeps pumping away. His hips are bucking into your grasp and you can tell by the way that his abdomen is tensed that he’s probably getting close.

“What can I do to make you stop overthinking this?” You whisper in his ear. His voice is surprisingly soft when he responds.

“I’d…I’d rather be touching you.”

You pull back to look at him and he looks so desperate beneath you, your heart almost aches.

“This work?” you ask, gripping his wrist and bringing his hand to rest on your left breast. His eyes almost roll all the way back in his head.

“Jesus H Christ, you aren’t real.”

“Well I can guarantee you these aren’t fake,” you say with a chuckle. He barks out a laugh along with you but it ends on a pained moan. He’s bucking up into you consistent now, needing and squeezing your breasts, moving frenetically from one to the other as if he won’t have enough time to savor both.

“No, they’re perfect,” he breathes, and you can’t help but smile down at him.

“Hey Eddie, you know the best part of you being so desperate?”

“Um that’s kinda rude but what?”

“After I make you cum, you’ll probably get hard again in no time. So I won’t have to wait very long before I can find out what this pretty cock feels like inside of me.”

And he’s cumming all over you only seconds later, much to your amusement.

#Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #virgin!eddie munson #Eddie munson discourse #fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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thefirstknife · 5 months

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NEW OBSESSION DROPPED.

Scatter Signal fusion rifle lore. Baffling as soon as I saw it, mostly because I could not figure out what "NM:O" means, but then the lore tab with Eris talking to Osiris cleared it up. NM:O is Osiris. He is... Doing something. Sending some sort of a signal somewhere and tracking it. And then the signal found something and transmitted information back.

I knew this was code, but I couldn't look for it right away so I dropped this to the bestie Osiris Understander ( @infinitewarden ). He searched for it, it's hexadecimal code. The text of this pile of numbers and letters is the following:

"A churning singularity of shadow and mimicry beats again within cultivated chaos. Minds orbit its gravity, to bridge communion with a Voice, to move from parallel to entanglement. They dream of a dark core, contained within a timeless structure. A suspended return to the primordial. If not for this truth, why kneel? If not for this truth, why does it elude definition? Though not all agree on all, all agree on this. Sol is Salvation."

I'm losing my mind. What does it mean. What does this mean. From what little we can gather, it must be that Osiris somehow managed to catch a Vex signal (or something that can transmit a Vex signal) and it spoke back. And it said this. The Vex are doing something in the background, something we don't understand and something we don't have time to deal with right now, but might come back to bite us. And with the Sol Divisive's involvement this season... I don't know.

Given that we've seen a glimpse of some stuff in the Black Garden for this season... I am very intrigued. I'm mostly thinking that Osiris got the signal from the Black Garden (as he was studying the Conceptual Mind we killed, the architect of the Black Heart, from the Deterministic Chaos quest). Either way, something is happening to the Vex and lest we forget, their most thoroughly converted world in the system (Mercury) is still gone.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #season of the wish #season of the wish spoilers #vex #osiris #??????? hello?#why are the vex speaking like this. who is this #what's going on with the vex

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hauntedhokage · 6 months

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off the top

Nanami Kento/GN!Reader (no pronouns, no y/n)

word count: 2.1k

summary: Nanami needs a haircut but his usual stylist is booked for weeks. Good thing he has you, right?

note: i’m just obsessed with him and his hair. this can be read as either platonic or established romantic relationship.

“Y’know, I think I’ve had better ideas,” you mumble from where you’re seated on the edge of your bathtub, looking down at him as he leans back over the edge so you could wash his hair. “This doesn’t seem like a relaxing salon experience for you, Nanami.”

“This isn’t a salon.”

“Obviously, it’s my bathroom.” You let out a huff, and he finally cracks open an eye to see you pouting at the wall. So far the only thing you’d managed to get wet in your attempt at washing his hair was your legs, and he hated seeing you look so defeated over something that was so small. “Take your shirt and pants off.”

“Hm?”

“Just do it! Socks too!” You’re stepping out of the tub, leaving the detached shower head dangling from the wall to spray at the partially drawn curtain as he does what you’ve requested. Standing half naked in your bathroom wasn’t even the most abnormal thing to happen to him this week, but he understands your vision better when you return with one of the chairs from your dining table and set it down in your bathtub facing away from the shower head.

He takes his seat when you point, tilting his head back when you ask only to be surprised by the hot towel on his face.

“What’s this?”

“One, I know you relax better with your eyes covered and two, don’t they do this?”

“That’s more of a shaving thing.”

“Maybe we can do that next time,” you muse, finally bringing the shower head up to wet his hair. He will admit that it feels much better when someone else is washing his hair, but it’s more comfortable when it’s you. You smelled nice, and your fingers were gentle as they went through his hair to make sure it was thoroughly wet. Unlike a salon, you weren’t on a time crunch and knew he wasn’t either and clearly you intended on taking your time.

“So, Mr. Nanami, what do you do for a living?” you ask, and he can hear the smile on your face as you uncap the shampoo.

“I don’t normally talk to the stylist much.”

Clearly you didn’t care about that, because you only breathe out a chuckle before asking, “Do you work for a private company?”

“I work in a sector of public safety. A lot of it is confidential.”

“Like the secret agents in the movies?”

“Something like that.” You’re massaging the shampoo into his scalp, and he’s certain that he could fall asleep here if you’d let him. You probably wouldn’t even notice with the towel covering his eyes, but if you did he knew that you’d let him sleep. Maybe request that he move to your couch or bedroom so he wouldn’t injure his neck, but you always let him get his rest if he needed it. “What made you want to become a hairstylist?”

“My best friend was in a dilemma. His hair was growing out and he couldn’t get an appointment with his usual stylist for another month, so I had to step in and save the day.”

“You like taking care of other people?”

“I like taking care of him.” That’s not the answer he was expecting, even when he knows it to be true. You both naturally took care of each other, that’s what people who were close were supposed to do. But to hear you say it like that - to specify that it was him you liked to care for - that was different. “He works hard, and he’s very dear to me.”

“I’m sure you’re also dear to him.”

“Oh I know I am. We’ve been in each other's lives for so long, we’re almost in each other’s heads, so he can’t hide much from me.”

You’re rinsing his hair now, still treating it with a delicacy that he didn’t even show himself. The tune you’re humming is one he’d heard out of you many times, he didn’t know the words or even the title but he did know that it was one of your favorite songs and that was enough.

“Do you have plans for the day after this?”

“I’m spending the day with my best friend. We both have today off from work, so we’re going to watch a movie or two and go get dinner.”

“Fancy dinner?”

“No, not really our style. There’s a small restaurant that we’ve been going to for a few years, it’s their favorite place to eat.”

You hum your acknowledgement as your work the conditioner into his hair, and he knows you’re trying to figure out when dinner became part of the plan for the day but he also knows that you don’t mind it. As much as he liked being around you, you liked to spend time with him and would only shut it down if you had plans with Shoko - which he knew you didn't.

“You like to take care of your friend?”

“They take excellent care of me, and a lot of people we work with. I’m happy to be the one to take care of them even if they don’t think they need it.”

“I’m sure they appreciate it.” He knew that you did, but he’s grateful for the towel on his face that would hide his flushed cheeks and provide a reason for his cheeks to be so pink outside of this conversation. “I think they’re very lucky to have you as a friend.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“We’ll agree to disagree on that.” A lapse in the character makes him laugh a bit as you rinse out his hair for the final time, being mindful to get all of the product out before shutting the shower off and returning the head to its home on the wall. Your hands then carefully try to squeeze more water from his short locks, trying to be mindful not to pull too hard. “How was that?”

“I could have you wash my hair for the rest of my life and die a happy man, and you know I don’t say that lightly.”

“We can arrange that.” You’re draping a towel over his shoulders before you step out of the tub, and he watches as you go to your bathroom counter and open the case. “Bring your chair, Nanami.”

“Poor customer service,” he teases as he stands, bringing the chair with him and setting it down in front of the mirror. When he takes his seat you move to stand behind him, and he knows you’re watching an instructional video on how the clippers work.

“You trust me?”

It’s a loaded question that shouldn’t always have a simple answer. His immediate answer is yes, inexplicably without question did he trust you. You’d saved his life a time or two, and had always had his back since you were teenagers - of course he trusted you. But looking at you in the mirror, holding the electric hair clippers in one hand and your phone in the other, the answer doesn’t seem as simple as it was when discussing your ability to protect him as a sorcerer.

“I trust you with my life.”

“Your life and your personal image are two different things.”

He knew that, but despite your YouTube guided crash course on how to cut hair that you’d started this morning he still trusted you. If you didn’t think you could do it, you wouldn't have offered after noticing that he’d been fussing with his hair. You cared about him enough to not do a poor job, the way you took the time to carefully wash his hair showed that much - and it was just hair. It grew back. The only person who would dare comment on a bad haircut was Gojo, and considering his hair was always looking messy, that opinion did not matter to Nanami. This was just to get him by until his next hair appointment in a month.

“It’ll grow back, so I’m not worried. Just do your best.”

You nod, trading your phone for a comb so you could comb through his hair. The longer hairs are then pinned to the top of his head, fully exposing the overgrown undercut that needed attention. Then the clippers turn on, and he relaxes his shoulders as your hand not holding the clippers settles on the side of his neck.

“You said the number two guard, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Next time will you let me try to shave a pattern in here?”

“Let’s get through this cut first.”

“That’s not a no.” You’re finally putting the clippers to his head, your fingers pressing into his skin a bit with your own nerves at what you were doing. “What does this even feel like to you?”

“Just the vibration, really. Nothing else.”

You only hum at that, and he watches in the mirror at the absolute focus on what he could see of your face as you worked. After a moment your hold on him gets a bit looser, you’re more comfortable as you move to the left side of his head. The care you show around his ears is admirable, the look of pure focus on your face very cute as you try your best to not mess up his hairline or clip his ear.

When it comes time for the scissors you pause again, looking closely at his face in the mirror while trying to figure out how to best go about it. This was different than just simply shaving some hair away, so he could see why you hesitate with the scissors until he brings his own hand up to show you where you should cut.

“It’ll grow back,” he reminds, nodding when you do and watching as you move to stand in front of him. Your fingers are gentle in his hair as you find your line to cut at, and when you make the first cut he can feel the air shift with your instant tension. “I comb it back anyway, so I’m not worried.”

“Do you have any concerns?”

“Getting my eye poked.”

“You might trust me too much.” But you continue cutting, and he knows you’re trying to remember the one time you’d gone with him for a haircut to picture what his hairstylist had done. You’re thinking too hard, but he lets you continue since clearly it was making you a bit more confident with your cuts until finally you’re setting the scissors down and ruffling his hair a bit. He wasn’t going to say anything until you give the all clear, but he knows you’re not done just yet even if the scissors have been set down.

“Okay, now for styling so I know I did it right.” And he continues to sit as you pull your hair dryer out, continuing to watch you as you dry and comb through his hair in an attempt to get it in his usual style. It wouldn’t be perfect without his pomade, but you got it so close that he can’t help but smile when you’re finally pleased with your work. “How’s it look?”

“I might never have to go see my hairstylist again.” Was it perfect? No, but it was more than just good, and to see the way your face lights up at the praise has him feeling just as excited for you as you looked. “This is really good, truly. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

It’s not until he stands that it clicks for the two of you that he was still wearing just his briefs, and you can only laugh as he comments on clearly being comfortable at your apartment. You knew each other too well to be flustered by something like that, but he does opt to leave his shirt off and just pull his pants on before he’s taking the chair back to your dining area before he returns with the broom.

“Let me clean up here, why don’t you go start a movie and I’ll join you in a couple minutes.”

And when he does join you his shirt is back on, and he sits on the floor in front of where you’re seated on the couch, commenting that he needed the harder surfaces for a while for the sake of his back after all the sitting he’d just done. Your hand is in his hair, and he can only smile to himself at the fact that you’d spent fifteen minutes trying to get his hair into his usual style only to mess it up by “enjoying your good work” in how well you washed it.

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

“No thanks needed,” you mumble, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. “It’s what we do.”

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greytongue · 9 months

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Hi! I really like your fics, so I will be glad if you write for me!

Leon x f!reader please

Let's say that f!reader doesn't like the taste of mint, but since Leon chews gum (we know that this guy offered Luis gum instead of cigarettes in re4) with the taste of mint and kisses with him always have a mint taste. Eventually, the reader starts chewing mint gum because he misses Leon while he is away. Leon should definitely tease reader a little about this when he gets back

hi!!! tysm, you’re the first person to request something from me and i am so honored!!!! hope you like this one <333

minty fresh

cw/themes: leon is obsessed with gum. reader hates it. no smut. yall kiss. he steals your gum.

leon is a chronic gum chewer, always has been. the day you met him, he was working on a piece in between his molars and when you two actually got around to talking, you could smell the freshness of the mint on his breath. it wasn’t too intense, but it was there.

he chews gum pretty often. most days you’ll see him with a piece in his mouth, especially when he’s stressed.

now, you weren’t very fond of the flavor yourself. but you thought that his little habit was cute. especially when his jaw and temples flexed when he did do it.

he would definitely offer you a piece if you were around. you always politely declined, mentioning that you didn’t really like the flavor. he shrugged his shoulders, mumbling a “suit yourself.” before placing the strip onto his tongue and flicking it into his mouth. you were quick to turn away so he couldn’t tell by your expression that little trick he always did made you feel a certain way.

you began to associate the type of gum with him. if you saw the brand in stores or commercials, it’d make you think of leon. sometimes you’d buy a pack and leave it where you know he’d find it. he’d always seek you out to thank you, sometimes giving you a gift in return.

you’d been around his mint gum so much that when your mutual feelings were established and the both of you were involved with each other, kissing wasn’t a problem, really. leon ventured out into trying other brands so the flavor wasn’t as strong. but in all honestly, you’d grown fond of how fresh he always tasted. one time he left the gum in his mouth during a make out session, and you thoroughly shocked him by taking the piece into your mouth to have for yourself. he was turned on, to say the least.

it sucked when he left for missions and assignments. you missed him, missed knowing you weren’t the only one in the house. going to the grocery store and buying things you know he likes. knowing he was at least in the same city as you.

it was embarrassing admitting it to yourself, but… you missed how he tasted. you missed the damn gum. your hands gripped the handle of the shopping cart, staring at that certain gum. leon’s favorite. you bit at your lip in deep thought. he had been gone a month and you hadn’t heard much from him, it was getting unbearable. you caved, grabbing the packet and throwing it into the cart.

you fell asleep that night on his side of the bed, one of his shirts in place of the usually pillow case, and a piece of gum that you had passed out with in your mouth. little did you know, leon would be arriving home.

it was late, bordering on 4am when he entered the bedroom, jet lagged out of his mind until he saw the scene before him. dropping his bags, he gently made his way over to his side of the bed where you laid, smiling when he saw the shirt.

“hey there,” he slowly sat by you, carefully taking his hand to brush the hair out of your face and you began to stir.

that’s when he saw it, partly smelled it, on the bedside stable. his brows furrowed as he looked back at your face, glazed over with sleepiness. you rubbed at your eyes and began to yawn. that’s all he needed to confirm his suspicions. he saw a glob of white loosely placed on your tongue.

‘is that…?’ he had a thought.

you gazed up, eyes adjusting before registering that it was him. your leon, in front of you.

“le-“ your eyes widened, about to say something, he was quicker.

“open your mouth for me.” he whispered softly, one of his hands gripped the sheets and the other cupped your jaw, thumb bringing your chin down to part your lips slightly. the blond man immediately leant down to capture your lips in a kiss, humming at the freshness your mouth provided. it was different coming from you. you sighed into it, arms lazily sprawling over his broad shoulders, hands gripping over his shoulder blades as an attempt to ground yourself.

your lips moved in sync, sides of your noses brushing up against each other. his thumb came back, nudging in between your mouths. not allowing the intrusion to stop the motion, the pad of it gently nudged your lips to part more and his tongue invaded in, dipping to scoop up the gummy substance into his mouth, finishing the kiss off with one more press of his plush lips to yours before pulling away.

you inhaled deeply for air, on the borderline of panting. your lids fluttered open and were greeted with a smug looking leon, chewing away at the piece of gum you previously had.

“missed me that bad, huh?” he teased, giving a wide grin as you rolled your eyes, covering your face.

“shut it, kennedy…”

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bipp-bopp-time-to-stop · 2 months

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A Collection of Obsession

I'll admit that it was my own procrastination this time around that stopped me from posting this sooner. But it's done now and at the time of posting this I have less than twenty minutes until I leave for work so I am rushing. This piece is not as thoroughly proofread as my others so far and I wanted to try something different (meaning that I didn't want to write a torture scene). Instead, y'all get to enjoy Legend being an absolute little creepy bastard man.

TW: Lots of suggestive stuff but nothing explicitly stated, yandere themes, brief mentions of blood, I want to put a restraining order on Legend after writing this

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“If I may bring your attention over here, dear customer, I think you’ll find that these wares are more to your liking. Take this copper and quartz bracelet, for example! Though it may not glimmer like gems and gold or match well with any gowns or suits, it serves its purpose in a more practical way than fashionable. Here- touch it! Yes… yes, you feel that? It’s a spell of protection! And a potent one at that! You see, copper and quartz are great choices for enchantments as they…”

Though he may consider Ravio a good friend, Legend can only listen to him prattle on for so long. And when you were the one listening to the purple rabbit with such rapt attention? No matter how mundane the object or how simple the spell might be? Gods, Legend would have to shove a sock down his throat to get him to shut up.

But… Legend can’t exactly blame the merchant for his gabbiness. He can’t blame anyone for acting giddy around you. He and his brothers would know.

Any and everything you did just… did something nothing else could. Legend could take all sorts of pain medication or even healing potions, but it’d do nothing to soothe out the deep aches in his muscles and bones. But when you would offer to massage his shoulders when he had flare ups? Calm and pleasure would seep into his joints and bones like he had taken a day’s long soak in a hot spring.

Your genuine reactions were another thing that Legend found so precious. Despite having traveled with him and the rest for months, you still oohed and ahhed at anything with a hint of magic in it. Even when feeling an appropriate level of fear towards monsters, he could always see some hint of awe in your eyes. Not to mention the pure wonder he witnessed when you were greeted by the sights of dragons and fairies and all inbetween.

It was like Legend was rediscovering the world through a brand new pair of lenses. All of the geological monuments or sights that he used to dismiss did have some level of majesty to them. The speckled night sky and the blazing sunsets and sunrises were rather breath taking, he would admit. “Not as breathtaking as you” is what he’d want to say but Wars always beat him to the punch. And then Legend would, typically, physically punch him later.

And he loved you for all of it.

He loved how genuine and real (because you are- you are real and this is no dream) everything felt. It was like the unseen muck clinging to his soul was cleansed from him when he was around you. His drive, his heartbeat, and his every breath was fueled by you. He adored that you made him see the silver linings in things when his pessimism gnawed at his mind. He had to stop himself from physically crooning into your arms when you’d hold him so tenderly after he awoke from a nightmare. Even when it was habit to snap or quip when in a moment of vulnerability, you still held the shards of glass that he was in your hands without fear of being cut. And if he ever hurt you, no matter how or to what capacity, he’d want you- need you- to inflict it make onto him tenfold or else he’d just have to do it himself and he long gave up on being gentle in such regards.

The long and short of it is that you made Legend feel alive. His heart- his chewed up, spat out, stomped on, cursed at, beaten up, and bruised heart- was yours. His soul- his battered, broken, and down trodden soul- was yours. He is yours. He is only yours. Curse Hylia and all the other goddesses who ever used him as a means to an end. He cares not that the Hero’s Spirit thrums within his veins. He cares not to defile it with sweet sin and indulge in what he pleases. You- you are what he wishes to please and he cares not for what way it is to be done. If you wish for him to continue on being a courageous hero, then so be it. If you want to see him cave into desire and darkness, it will be done. Your word is scripture and he, a preacher.

But…

You won’t leave him without… perhaps a gift or two to reward his devotion?

Unlike some others, he would like to be upfront to you about every feeling of his and what he’s done but he knows he can’t. It’s intense- to the point that that word can feel like an understatement. That intensity would scare, no, terrify you- so Legend keeps his mouth shut. So, because you technically don’t know of his deeds or to the extent of which they go, it’d be wrong for Legend to ask for rewards so out of the blue. No worries, though… he knows how to take them.

He’d never steal from you- no! Gods, no! He just… takes things that are of no use to you anymore. Trash, if he had to label what some of these items were to you. One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, as they’d say. These gifts were too precious for Legend to just leave behind at his house, so he kept them close in a secret satchel of his bag. When this adventure was all over, his first objective would be to redecorate part of his home so he could display this new collection with pride. Not that he’d really need it when the real thing would be in the next room regardless if it was by choice.

At the current moment, his collection wasn’t very big but it was filled with treasures he considered priceless.

A solid choice for comfort was a lightly stained handkerchief. While it had not been in your possession for long, you did use it quite a bit. You had played an undercover role while in a town for a few days, posing yourself as a bright, bubbly, and slightly air-headed noble. Many fake tears, both happy and sad, had been wiped away on this square of cloth. The handkerchief was saturated in your essence by the end of the mission and the normal course of action would be to throw it away. Legend was not about to let that happen, though- not when the item held so much of you. He can still taste the subtlest sweet and salty tang on his tongue whenever the fabric is brought to his lips.

For a more bitter than sweet item to bring him back to his senses whenever he was off his game was a large patch of gauze. The blood that stained it had long since turned brown and slightly rancid, but Legend was not about to throw it away. It was a reminder that you, although more divine than the goddesses themselves, still bled and could still perish (even entertaining such an idea for a split second was enough to ruin Legend’s day and kick up a nightmare come bedtime). It was from your first major wound you obtained when traveling with the group and you got it whilst defending a downed Wind from a few black blooded moblins. Legend was proud of your efforts that day yet ashamed of himself for letting you be in such a situation without back up. You were- under certain conditions, of course- allowed to partake in battle with him and his brothers. You preferred to swing and hack at your enemies instead of using technique, but that in and of itself had its own charm. Legend disliked you being dirtied by anything, but seeing your visage dripping with the blood of your enemies- watching the thick liquid curve down the contours of your armor, hearing you huff and puff and snarl from beneath your helmet, seeing your slowly growing muscle mass twitch and tighten to adjust your stance or grip- did something fierce to the man. He’d find an excuse to be alone for a moment to… “relieve” himself and sing out your praises under hushed and hot breaths.

His second favorite treasure of his private collection was one of the few things you actually did gift him. It was a strange item in the fact that Legend had never seen anything like it and likely never would unless the group was to end up in your world. It’s a very ridiculous item that’s called a- and he had to ask you to repeat this multiple times because he couldn’t believe it- worm on a string. Or, as you had also endearingly named the painfully bright pink, googly eyed strip of fuzz- Fred. It took Legend some time to get used to Fred, but he eventually began to look upon the worm with some joy after awhile (out of amusement of the absurdity that was Fred, The Worm on a String). He had honed his sleight of hand over the years so manipulating the thin, practically nonexistent string that was attached to Fred was a piece of cake once he got the hang of it. Causing the fuzzy worm to wiggle around his fingers, jump from hand to hand, or even jokingly make it dance to music was a quick way to make either himself or someone else laugh. Despite the toy’s sheer level of strangeness, Legend partly saw himself reflected in it. How it did whatever the puppeteer wanted it to do but made it appear as if it acted upon free will was something Legend related to more than he’d like.

His all time favorite treasure of this collection was something he felt like he could never reveal to you. Not necessarily because of what they were, but because of what Legend has done in relation to the items. The items in question being your clothes. Not any old tunic or pair of trousers- no, your original clothes. The very same clothes you had been wearing the moment you met him and the rest and changed their lives for forever.

You had worn them whenever possible for the longest time as a source of comfort both physically and mentally. These clothes, though, were better suited for lounging around the house than adventuring so it took naught but two weeks for them to end up to frayed to continue wearing. When Legend had taken them from you, he promised to fix them up to the best of his ability and then return them to you. And he did, but… he believed you had no need for the clothes anymore as you grew used to adventuring gear rather quickly and… Legend would feel guilty and ashamed for days on end considering what he did to the fabric. While good with a needle and thread, removing stubborn stains from fabric proved a bit more difficult than Legend had hoped for.

The hoodie had been the first article to be defiled. After it was patched up, Legend had tried it on out of curiosity and understood its charm. He also noticed that it must have been something you wore often given how heavily your scent clung to the soft cloth even after a few washes. The smell was warm, musky, and a little sweet like fresh bread and linen sheets and Legend could inhale it for hours on end if he was allowed. Whenever he had been alone with it for long periods of time, he would don it and trace his hands over it. His imagination conjured up images as wholesome as your embrace to something more… racy, such as feeling the dips and swells of your body beneath the hoodie or even slowly peeling it off of you to reveal a sea of bare skin ready to be inscribed with all manner of loving marks.

The second item was your pants. It was made of material as equally soft as the hoodie but thinner and therefore weaker. The inner thighs of the pants had already been frayed from prior use and those little holes were made more apparent due to the many hours of walking you had to do almost every day. Though you had lost some fat and replaced it with muscle, Legend imagined that the plush of your thighs would still strain and spill out of these little holes. Just wondering what it’d be like to kneel between your thighs and have a chance at kissing and licking at those spots of skin made Legend a weak man.

The third and final item was the one that brought Legend the most shame. Were he ever caught, he was sure he could explain away wearing or worshiping messing around with your hoodie or pants but… your underwear? No, there’s no coming back from that one. Not if he was found with his nose buried into the fabric. Not if he was found nibbling on it while all manner of saucy and raunchy thoughts invaded his mind. Not if it was revealed that, at one point in time, he had worn them for a full day and all it would take was for his tunic to flip up a little to reveal them.

Yeah… this collection of his was definitely going to stay private for awhile longer.

It was more than just material items that Legend considered to be a part of this growing collection of his, though. It was also moments and memories- things that were intangible and could never be bottled up. He could inscribe words onto paper, sure, but he was far from poetic and would hate to potentially soil these fond memories with lackluster writing. Memories like the first time you truly smiled at him. Memories like the sheer joy and victory that washed over your face when you successfully downed your first boss monster. Memories like your soft breathing against his neck when you had fallen asleep against his shoulder after partaking in some drinking games with him and the others.

And moments like what was happening right now.

Legend’s senses have never felt this electric before. Every smell in the air of the small inn room was sharp and distinct. Even when cloaked in shadow and dim moonlight, Legend could make out the contour of every dresser or picture frame with ease. His ears picked up on the sound of the outside breeze, the creaks of the floorboards, and the blood rushing through him. The taste of tonights dinner was still prevalent on his tongue along with the sweet undertones of the honey ale served to him by the inn’s staff. Lastly, there was the feeling of his clothes rubbing up against him whenever he moved or breathed, the way stray strands of his hair would tickle against his face, and the way you were tucked up against him.

Although five double rooms were booked for the night, it seems like the inn only had four to spare. As a result, Legend found himself sharing a single bed with you for the night. Fortunately, no one else knew of this arrangement as the innkeeper still told the group that five double rooms had been prepared for them. Unfortunately, however, was that the discovery of this single bed situation was only found out when you and Legend went to retire for the night. It was a shock to you both but you had recovered faster than he did and treated it far more casually too.

Stubborn as any Link, you had argued that it wasn’t that different than sleeping in the same tent together. After all, all that ever separated you from whoever your partner was for the night was a bed roll. It was this course of thought that caused you to drag Legend into the bed with you and then almost instantly knock out like a light. Had the two of you managed to stay on your respective side of the bed for the whole night would have potentially made him feel a little less nervous about the situation. As Legend quickly found out, though, you had a habit to latch onto things in your sleep.

Your head was nuzzled into the crook of his neck and your slow breaths cascaded down his throat and spanned across his collar bone. Your arms were loosely wrapped around his torso and although they felt lax in their grip, Legend didn’t have the strength in him to tear away. Despite trying to angle his body away from yours, your legs still ended up being intertwined with his own. You clung to him gently and completely- like something a lover would do and not a friend. That simple thought stirred up a storm in Legend’s heart and he had no idea how to calm it.

Legend was a bomb ready to blow. He didn’t know if he’d get up and run away like a coward or finally listen to the animalistic urge chittering in the back of his mind like the rabbit he loathed to be. The two courses of actions were locked with each other in a stalemate that had Legend sweating like a sinner in church. That is what he felt like at the moment and was, after all. Your body is a temple and he’d love to do nothing more than worship the holy grounds of your skin but he couldn’t. He was filthy, unclean, and drowned in sin. His mere presence near you in the moment felt like a violation to your being. Considering the many images and fantasies that have bounced around in his head more times than he can count, he felt he was ready to be burned at the stake.

You twitch and Legend freezes. He’s stiff as a board as you adjust your position in your sleep and he finds his nose nearly pressed up against the crown of your head. He caves and allows himself to inhale. It’s deep and filled to the brim with your scent. Your hair hadn’t been washed in a day so no smell of shampoo clung to it anymore but it was far more addicting that way.

Finally, Legend managed to move himself but it wasn’t away from you like he should. He idly carded a hand through your hair and marveled at the strands like they were made of gold. He did his best to not let his fingers get caught on any knots lest he wake you. Any number of lie could excuse his actions as nothing more than accidental but that would required Legend actually speaking and he was sure his throat had closed up the second he got into bed.

Legend twisted a small strand together and rubbed the tip of it between his fingers. The hair fibers were soft and smooth but not to the point of silk. It felt like messing around with the brush part of a newly crafted paint brush. Hmm… your hair would definitely make for an interesting tool if used in such a way but Legend quickly thought of something much better.

What sense of dignity and virtue he had left finally seemed to admit defeat as Legend reached to his side for the small dagger he carried with himself at all times. It was never smart to be without a weapon or tool- especially given his track record. He curled a small lock of hair around his finger until he reached your scalp. With precise movements, he brought the blade to your hair and began to saw against it. In a moments time, Legend pulled his hands away and with it came his newest prize.

With nothing to tie the hair up with, Legend resorted to knotting it onto itself. A single knot would be enough to do the job and then it was tucked away into his pocket without problem. While this all happened, you remained snoozing away. Your peaceful image made Legend’s heart twist with guilt and shame but the giddiness of obtaining a new treasure soothed the ache.

“Mmmmmmph…”

With a tiny groan, you hoisted yourself up onto your elbows and away from Legend. The ice that was in his veins only minutes ago return with a vengeance as Legend realizes that he’s about to be caught. To torment him even further, his burst of shamelessness scurries away and his moral code- no matter how busted and dingy it now was- had his face flushed full of embarrassment.

“Mmmmmmmmhhh… Legend?” You called out as you cracked open your bleary eyes. Your voice was rough from just waking up and still interwoven with fatigue. It had to have been the cutest you’ve sounded yet in Legend’s opinion.

“What?” Legend huffed after a beat. Narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms, the man did his best to appear as his normal, snarky self.

“What time is it?” You ask as you rapidly blink and rub at your eyes.

“Still nighttime. You have a nightmare?” Legend replies before asking his own question. Whenever the group was staying in an inn, you always managed to sleep like a log. So, to see you randomly wake up after only a few hours of sleep, Legend felt that something was amiss.

“No… jus’ overheating,” You murmured out. It seemed like a higher power was not yet done poking fun at Legend tonight as you began to remove your shirt. Any protest for you to stop died on Legend’s tongue. Even in the lackluster moonlight sneaking in through the curtains, Legend could make out the silhouette of your side and the detailing of your skin. The sheen of sweat collected on you was obvious proof that you weren’t lying to Legend or finding some excuse to shed your shirt. A small, sick part of him wondered if you’d shed more and if he should copy you and what your reaction would be and if you’d grant him the ultimate wish of allowing his dreams to become reality.

You leaned back and flopped back onto your side with a huff and didn’t bother to cover yourself back up with a blanket. You were overheating and that was to be expected but it sure as hell was making things so much worse. How the hell was he expected to get any sleep now?! Your exposed back is right there! All of its intricate layers of muscle and soft pads of fat made his fingers twitch just… just a little touch won’t hurt, will it? He watched as a bead of sweat grew big enough to lazily run down your back he suddenly found himself feeling very parched. He couldn’t tell if this was meant to be another gift or some form of divine punishment for the unsavory things he’s done.

When a low groan rumbled from you and you tossed around for a bit, Legend was reminded that this was rather uncomfortable for you. He got up and went over to his bag for something to help. Upon finding a rag and a bottle of cool water, Legend knew exactly what to do.

In the blink of an eye, he was right back at you side. He wasted no time in wiping you down and his heart fluttered when a relaxed noise left your mouth at his actions. He handed you the bottle of water while he made sure not a drop of sweat was left clinging to you. He did his best to keep his breathing under control and to not wipe down too hard with his shaking grip. After one of the best ten minutes he’s had in awhile, he pulls away and gives you some space.

“Thank… you…” you whisper before falling back asleep. Legend is too laser focused on the damp rag in his hands to respond. He’d look over at you every minute to check on how deep of a sleep you were in. Once he was sure you were fast asleep, he made his escape.

When you awoke in the morning, it was thanks to Wind flopping onto you and squeezing the breath out of you. You shoved the little shit off and waited for Legend to bark out some heated words at him but he didn’t. In fact… where was Legend?

“He’s already downstairs with everyone else. In fact, Time said that he was up before him,” Wind answers the unasked question. He leans in a little with an exaggerated expression on his face. “I’d avoid him if I were you, though. He’s acting sort of- ugh, nice. It’s creepy.”

With the warning(?) in mind, you went downstairs with Wind after you got changed. True to his word, Legend bore a slightly more lax and passive face than he usually did in the morning. You were sure your eyes were fooling you at this point but did he just smile at you???

“Sleep well? Sorry if I made you lose any z’s thanks to my hot flash,” You speak up once you’re sat down beside Legend.

“No, no… it’s alright,” Legend idly responds. This time you’re completely sure that he’s smiling because you’ve never seen him smile so… animalistically before. He may not have had Twilight’s sharper teeth, but you knew a wolfish grin when you saw one. He leaned in close, spurred on by a sudden burst of confidence, and whispered into your ear behind a cupped hand. The words confused you at first but quickly caused your face to nearly match Legend’s tunic.

“Is everything alright?” Hyrule pipes up once he notices you and Legend. The innocent lad tilts his head at lack of response from either of you and you don’t dare to look him in those big ol’ pools of green. Besides, how could you tell him of all people what Legend just said?

He’d never look at his predecessor the same way ever again if he heard that filth.

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #Yandere lu legend #yandere lu legend x reader #yandere lu #yandere lu x reader

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hwangcore · 2 years

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—skz’s favorite position

warnings: smut smut smut!! and a bit of eluding to femdom in lix’s section but i think that’s it?

note: technically i should be working on a hyunjin one-shot right now but i am . procrastinating. so here have this

—chan

even though he has his *ahem* moments, i’d say for the most part chan is more on the vanilla side. he’s also pretty sentimental, which means he likes to see your face, so with that in mind i definitely think his favorites are some variation of missionary as well as the butterfly. being able to see the pleasure on your face and know that he’s the cause of it really does it for him. he also just likes to hold you and be close because, again, sentimental. although another one his of his favorites is doggy, because i can assure you this man has a thing for ur ass <3

—minho

while i definitely think minho is open to trying anything at least once, there’s nothing this man loves more than having you face down ass up. especially likes it when you’re a little squirmy so he has an excuse to pin you down. also a big fan of reverse cowgirl (as long as he can still be in charge of the pace, his grip tight on your hips), because he’s nicknamed “butt hunter” for a reason and nothing can convince me that he’s not an ass man through and through. also thoroughly enjoys fucking you in front of a mirror because he’s lowkey a sadist and thinks you’re cute when you get all embarrassed <3

—changbin

literally any position where he can show off his strength is a favorite for binnie. whether it’s holding you up against the wall or kneeling on the bed and holding you up so you’re supported by nothing but him, changbin loves it all. he loves having you close and being able to kiss you any time he pleases. also might just lost it if you ask him to hold you done and fuck you because, again, he loves showing off how strong he is. but really just knowing that you’re depending on nothing but him to hold you up or down rip and make you feel good….yeah. seo changbin service top agenda.

—hyunjin

the biggest slut for having you ride him. or really just on top of him in any way tbh. bit of a pillow prince because he loves being able to just lie back and watch your pretty face at all times <3 hyunjin also loves the fact that you get so desperate for him you’re willing to fuck yourself on his dick without him having to lift a finger. that’s not to say he won’t lift a finger tho. his hands will definitely be all over you, rubbing your thighs, gripping your hips, playing with your tits <3 he loves having access to everything and that position gives him just that.

—jisung

mating press! mating press!! mating press!!! this boy just wants to get as deep inside you as possible whilst also being able to kiss you as much as he wants whenever he wants :( because nothing cannot convince me that he’s not obsessed with kissing you bc he very much is!! really though he just loves being so close to you (read: deep inside you 💀) and being the source of you moaning so loudly from the non-stop pleasure. because he really does just love you a lot and wants to give you everything :((

—felix

though maybe a tad unconventional, felix definitely has a thing for the kneeling amazon. something about being on his back and having his legs pushed up so you can fuck yourself on him really does it for him. loves letting you do as you please and being in control of his and your pleasure. also enjoys plain old missionary because really, he just loves being able to see your face. but tbh he’s a very big fan of anything that involves the two of you being as close as possible because he just loves you a lot <3

—seungmin

whether it’s just cuddling or lazy morning sex, seungmin very very much likes to spoon <3 enjoys holding you tight up against him and being completely in control of the pace, so even if you get whiny and want him to go faster it’s still up to him on whether he gives into you or not. also loves loves loves being able to kiss and bite and leave marks all over your neck, especially because he loves seeing you shudder and feeling you clench around him, knowing that he’s the cause

—jeongin

honestly speaking, jeongin doesn’t care all that much what position you’re in. as long as he gets to be inside you in some way he’s happy. however he can’t deny that he does have a slight preference for bending you over things. doesn’t matter if it’s the bed, the couch, the counter, the table, in jeongin’s mind it’s all free real estate for him to fuck you over. but if he’s feeling a little more soft, he also likes the lotus position, because it you both can have your arms wrapped around each other kiss as much as you like <3

#skz smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz reactions #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #skz headcanons #ot8

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errorryx · 1 year

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I've been falling off the quackity sexyman train despite having made a propaganda post for him, but it's 4am and i'm kind of obsessed with the idea of him winning now. i was fully ready to call it here and maybe i will be again tomorrow but right now. quackity covered in blood, quackity increasingly desperate as everyone he knows falls around him, quackity alone in the world against a bunch of strangers who have all murdered his friends, that kind of melodramatic imagery as well as the 4am insanity that lets me actually think about dream smp lore again in the way it deserves—i don't know, guys, i actually think it would kick the most ass ever if he managed to win.

one of the things that draws me to cquackity the most is his rage. he's always so confident in the righteousness of his anger, in the inherent justice of his cause, and god knows he gets into fights. especially fights he knows he can't win. he gets so caught up in his convictions, and his trauma is so, so clear in everything he does. you can see this in his fierce anger against perceived injustices, in his constant need to prove himself, in his desperation, in his short-sightedness being his own downfall, again and again and again. but he gets back up! he gets back up every fucking time! even at the end, he gets up and he rebuilds because he literally cannot do it any other way. he can make himself into something abhorrent, but he can't give up and die.

i won't campaign against joe hills, who has also thoroughly earned my respect, but i will keep campaigning for quackity, the last member of the dream smp left standing. the only one, in the end, to hold his fucking ground and fight to the bitter end. and he will fight, because there's never been another choice for him.

dear god, i want him to win. i want him to win for every one of his fallen friends, enemies and allies that should have been stronger than him, but fell while he slipped through the cracks into another slim margin of victory. i want him to win for himself, because no matter how awful he is, he's a goddamn masterpiece in his own right. i want him to win for me, because i am fucking insane about him.

and win or lose, i think i am going to write a goddamn fic.

anyway, dsmp people, vote for quackity. he's the final girl we deserve.

#quackity #mcytblr sexyman poll #mcyt #it's a toss-up whether i'll reread this tomorrow morning and think it's a masterpiece #or just be completely embarrassed #either way this definitely belongs in a 2027 tumblr fandom cringe compilation #but for now #it feels like the end of a rainstorm #i won't go down by myself but i'll go down with my friends #(i am listening to mcr while writing this if it wasn't obvious)#also disclaimer yes it is also just a silly poll. it can be two things. nothing but genuine respect for all other competitors o7 #top ten errorryx insanity moments. aaaaand post

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sexydreamgirl · 10 months

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I finally gave up on the void as a means of manifestation and wanted to share it somewhere. It's been 9 months since I discovered the void (I was introduced to it through reddit and joined tumblr because of it. I don't regret it as I came to learn states and found amazing loa blogs through it) and it's liberating to finally let it go. My journey was full of hoping, feeling lack and frustration and putting in lots of effort (through methods/routines/challenges) with nothing to show for it. Even when I didn't put the void on the pedestal, nothing worked.

I recently took a break from the void and sincerely put time and effort into understanding states and the law of assumption and it's been so freeing to truly know that I can have everything I want now. I'm having so much fun and I finally feel peace and fulfillment (in part because I no longer look to the 3D for validation, nothing there can trigger or upset me anymore because I know my imagination is the real reality and I already have the things that I want). I've had more success (yes including physical results though I'm no longer relying on that to define me, who I am in imagination will always be my source of reality) with states in this short amount of time than the whole time I was so fixated on succeeding in the void. I realised that the reason the void no longer resonates is because it's conditioning my desires (your post here is perfect btw! https://www.tumblr.com/sexydreamgirl/722421591825334272/what-exactly-is-conditioning-your-desires-or). It's perpetually delaying fulfillment and putting myself in a state of lack until the condition is met (entering the void) which honestly just feels awful and no wonder I used to be so triggered by the 3D, because the whole void obsession here is so 3D-centric with all the routines/methods/challenges/subliminals etc. I had even tried applying states before to be a void master (entering it easily/waking up in the void) but it didn't work nor does it really make sense because I didn't feel fulfilled in imagination by it.

It's not the condition being met that fulfills you but having your desires now that does. To all the people so determined to enter the void, I ask you, if you could have all your desires right now without the void, would you take it and never look back? I'm going to bet that the majority will wholeheartedly say yes right away because again, it's not the void that you want, it's the having of your desires now because that's what will bring you fulfillment (and yes whatever you want the void to manifest can be achieved through states/loa because everything is imagination). I actually remember reading your post & aphroditeapprenticee's about the void obsession a while back and scoffing at it because I didn't understand the law but now I do and you're right. After giving up on the void and learning & applying states, I've come way further than I would if I kept clinging onto it and now I have my own personal proof of my power in my imagination/consciousness and that gives me stronger confidence and faith than anything else. I don't need the void to have the things I want. I'm really happy with where I am at now and know there's no stopping me now. Thanks for reading! :)

I need all the void obsessed people to read this thoroughly and take notes. This is precisely what we've all been saying. Thank you so much for sharing your experience, my love ♡

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Snippet #27 - Mad at You]

“When you make it up to Jungkook after getting him angry.”

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU

Warnings: sulky!Kook, dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, he is cocky in a sexy way, and he can be because he knows how to fuck, make up sex, thigh humping, dirty talk, he calls her princess & good girl, she calls herself his cockslut like once, praising, edging (f.receiving), anal play (f.receiving), rimming, anal fingering, oral (f. & m.receiving), deep throating, doggy style, cum play, spitting kink, he spits on her asshole, double penetration with finger+cock, this is the most loving angry sex ever, slight scent kink, major strength & size kink, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control, sweet aftercare cuddles

Wordcount: 6.3k

a/n: I don’t know why I have this recent obsession with this specific Jungkook being in a dom mood, but I am loving the journey. I also want to state that I am nothing but a whore, enjoy besties and let’s be whores together 🤪🧡

Jungkook was sulking tonight. Some may even say that he was thoroughly mad at you. And he had every right to be because you messed up. You cleaned the house today while Jungkook was at Jimin's and Yoongi’s place to help with setting up their internet. And while you cleaned, you decided to clean up his art studio as well. This was something normal to do, but today it was the place of utter chaos. In your cleaning trance, you managed to knock over your bucket, which resulted in water spilling all over a tattoo draft he had been working on for days. It was ruined and beyond saving.

You confessed to Jungkook instantly once he got home. He tried to react calmly, but it was still very obvious that he was terribly mad at you.

"I worked so hard on it babe", he whined.

"Why do you have to put a freaking water bucket on my table? Of course you'd knock it over", he accused you.

"It's ruined. I did all of this for nothing", he groaned and then turned his back to you, "I'm going on a run, don’t wait with dinner."

And then you didn’t see him for two hours while you tried your hardest to fix what was irreparable.

It’s been two hours and twenty minutes since you confessed your greatest sin to Jungkook. The front door locked just this moment, which means he was back. You straighten up on the couch, waiting for him to come into the living room while your heart is racing.

He acknowledges you with a second of eye contact and a nod of his head.

"Hey baby", you say, standing up, "how was the run?"

"Good", he mumbles, swerving to the kitchen for a glass of water.

You follow him.

"I made something for you, Kookie", you tell him, "look."

Jungkook inspects the food on the stove with a stone cold expression.

"It's your favourite. I, I can warm it up for you. If you want to."

Jungkook sneaks a glance at you. He is still mad, but tries to show his gratitude.

"Thank you", he scratches the side of his neck, "I told you not to wait."

"Well, I", you shimmy from one foot to the other, "I just didn’t want you to be hungry."

He gives you a small smile.

"Thank you, that’s sweet of you."

"Yeah", you nod your head, "get comfy, I'll warm it up for you."

Jungkook is waiting in the living room, watching television when you bring him the food.

You hand it to him with burning cheeks, sitting down next to him almost nervously.

"I hope you like it."

Jungkook takes a big bite.

"It's really good. Thank you", he tells you and turns back to the television without paying you any more mind.

You know that he is still mad. On normal days he would hum and moan excitedly about how yummy your cooking is. Oh this is making you sad. You huff out air and peel yourself up from the couch.

"I'm gonna clean the kitchen now", you tell him, dragging yourself out of the living room in defeated steps.

"Mh-hm", he acknowledges you.

You are already under the covers when Jungkook decides to join you. Not that you think he really wanted to join you, but that rather he does so because you and him share a bed.

"Hey baby", you greet him, "look I warmed up the blanket for you."

Jungkook watches you shimmy to your side after having used his blanket for warmth.

"Get in there before it gets cold."

Jungkook gives in with a huff of air. He gets under his blanket.

"And?"

"It's really warm", he mumbles with a slight blush, "thank you."

"I'm glad you like it", you shimmy closer and drape your arm over his torso.

Jungkook sneaks a glance at you. You are grinning at him, basically glowing once your eyes meet.

"What?"

"Nothing, I love you."

Jungkook scoffs, "I love you too", he mumbles then reaches over to turn the lights off.

It surprises you, giving Jungkook enough time to flip to his side and therefore turn his back to you.

"Night", he grumbles, pulling the blanket over his head.

You pout, staring into the darkness where you imagine Jungkook to lie. You reach out, meeting his back. You begin scratching it, doing so gently.

"Googie, I’m sorry", you whisper.

"Mh-hm."

"Are you really still mad at me?"

Jungkook stays silent.

"Googie baby" you whine, back hugging him, "please don’t be mad anymore, I’m really sorry", you beg, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Should have thought about that before you destroyed my stuff", he grumbles.

"Baby", you say and sigh, "I'm really sorry. It was an accident, it really was."

"I mean", he begins, "who puts a bucket on a desk? Why would you put a bucket on a desk? It's common sense not to do that."

"I know, but I just didn’t wanna bend down all the time. I'd been cleaning for hours by then and I just wanted to make it easier for my back."

Jungkook huffs out air in defeat.

"Yeah, whatever", he murmurs.

"Kookie", you whine, squishing your cheek against his shoulder, "pwease don’t be anggy."

"Are you using your baby voice right now?"

"Ye, pwease Googie", you whine.

Jungkook scoffs and shakes you off. He flips to his back and tugs you on top of his chest.

"I'm doing this just so you’ll stop using that voice."

You grin, snuggling into him. You even drape your leg around him, lodging it between his legs, just so he can’t escape again.

"Googie, can we share a blanket?"

"No."

“Pwease Googie, I’m so cwold."

He sighs in defeat, "fine."

He opens the blanket for you, gasping a second later when he feels your feet against his calves.

"No, what the fuck? Don’t put your icicle toes on me."

You giggle, squeezing yourself closer.

"But I'm cold and you're warm."

"Babe, seriously don’t do this", he whines, fleeing your feet but to no avail.

He gives up with a huff of air.

"Are you comfortable?" he hisses.

"Yeah, you’re so cuddly."

"Well, at least one of us is", he says with iciness in his voice.

You lift your head, looking at him even though his face is hidden in darkness.

“Hey, you’re so mean”, you say with sadness in your voice, “why are you so mean? You know that it was an accident and I’m genuinely sorry."

Jungkook stays silent.

"Jungkook?"

"I don't know", he says and sighs, "it just pisses me off because I worked so hard on it and now it’s gone."

"So it’s really gone? Did you not have a doodle of it somewhere?"

"I do, but the good one is gone and it pisses me off cause it took me three days to draw."

"Maybe you can fix it again?"

"I can't ___, that’s what I was trying to do for the last freaking hour. Fixing it just made it worse."

"Oh I see", you lower your eyes, "I'm sorry", you whisper, having to sniffle.

"I know, baby", he says and hugs you closer, "I know."

"What do you need to feel better?" you mumble into his chest, "I can’t stand falling asleep when you’re still mad at me."

"I don't know, just…" he huffs out air, "just keep being cute, I guess."

"Okay so more bwaby voice?"

"No", he laughs, "seriously that voice is so weird."

"Hey, mean", you nudge his chest, "don’t lie, that voice works"

"Yeah, but ‘cause I want it to stop."

"Wow", you pout, "so mean."

He cackles, tilting your head up to kiss your forehead.

"No, it’s cute too", he says, "I just prefer your normal voice."

He snuggles closer.

"And the voice you make when I fuck you", he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Jungkook", you gasp, lifting your head.

Jungkook does his very distinct I'm trying to make you horny chuckle.

“Seriously, what are you doing here?"

"You asked me what I need to forgive you. I decided that I need you cumming for me."

You feel hot all over. Jungkook gets you so good.

"Koo, oh my god", you whisper.

“Is that something you want?” he asks.

“Yeah…” you whisper.

Jungkook is smirking. You can’t see it, but you just know that he is.

"Take your pants off, princess."

That nickname. It short circuits your brain and turns your limbs into literal jelly. It works way too good on you. He just has to say it and you are a complete goner for him.

You take your pants off quickly, gasping when Jungkook places his big hand on your ass. He forces your hips to tilt forward, pressing your pussy right against his thigh. He moves your hips for you, eliciting a weak moan from you.

"You're gonna get wet on my thigh for me", he rasps, "so I can fuck your pretty, little pussy."

"Koo", you whimper, trying to meet his movements.

"Can you do that for me? Mhm? Can you get wet for me?"

"Yes..ah", you sigh, pressing yourself closer to get more of him.

"That's good. You’re such a good girl, princess", he praises.

His thigh feels so good. Muscular and oh so toned. His skin is so soft and his hair just adds the perfect layer of sexiness to it. You love getting them all wet and dirty and being so surprised with a thigh fuck is driving you insane.

"That feels good doesn’t it princess?"

"Yes", you breathe out, twisting his shirt.

"Yes? Of course it does", he says, giving your ass a greedy squeeze, "you're so perfect for me."

"I love your thigh", you moan cutely, "Koo, I love your thigh."

"Fuck baby", he draws closer, "that’s so hot. Keep talking like this and I’ll fuck you so much better."

You whimper, having to press your eyes shut. He smells of his shower gel. It is a gentle scent and tonight it is charged with the distinct smell he gets when he's horny. Maybe you are only imagining said smell, but you thoroughly think that Jungkook smells even better when you and him are turning each other on. He smells so manly, so good, so sexy. And warm. He is so warm. It makes you press yourself closer and twist his shirt a second time.

"Koo, feels so good", you whisper squeakily.

"I know princess, I know", he sounds cocky which turns you on even more. He tenses his thigh, basking in the gasped moan you let out. He can feel you getting wet. It’s the cutest yet sexiest thing to him. Truly, it turns him on so much to feel how much his thigh affects you. To have your pussy go from soft and perfect to totally soaked and wet just does something to him. And tonight this is all he needed. He needed to feel that healthy exchange of power because he was genuinely mad and knowing that he could get you wet within minutes is giving him the kind of power surge he needed to feel better. He doesn’t like punishing you – obviously that is a given – but he is still sulky sometimes and when that happens he loves making you squirm for him. This just does something to him. You are so cute when you squirm that Jungkook just can’t stay mad at you.

"I can feel it, princess. You’re getting wet for me."

You mewl.

"You're so easy to turn on”, he laughs tauntingly, “is my thigh really that good for you, mhm?" he challenges, feeling you convulse on his thigh.

You whine, seeking his closeness by hiding your face in his side. He sounds so full of himself, so confident in what he does to you. Normally you can’t stand people like that, but when Jungkook does it, you turn into nothing but weak limbs and a wet pussy.

Jungkook chuckles, "don’t be shy, admit it. Admit that it gets you off."

"It does", you press out, feeling how your pussy gets wetter. The grind becomes a slip and Jungkook's skin feels even softer against your clit. Oh you're getting so wet for him, soiling his hair and skin with it.

"Of course it does, princess", he says, twisting his fingers in your hair. With a gentle tug he tilts your head up.

"You know what to say princess", he speaks in that deep voice he does when he is controlling the scene.

"Yeah…"

"Then say it", he orders, pressing your hips closer with a strong hand on your ass. He keeps it pressed against you, making sure that one of his fingers is disappearing between your buttocks for the sole reason of riling you up. It rests there heavy and oh so demanding, grinding against your rim each time you have to roll your hips over his thigh.

And you can barely get the words out, having to gasp before managing to form the letters.

"Thank….you…Koo", you choke out, resorting to gasping afterwards.

"That's not good enough", he growls, pressing you closer and in the process giving your rim the gentlest of pressure.

"Ah", you squeak, scratching his chest from how tightly you hold his shirt.

"Say it properly, princess. Come on", he demands, moving his thigh in a punishing manner all while his finger is threatening to slip in.

"Thank you for your thigh, Koo", you keen, letting out a soft sob afterwards.

"There we go, princess. So good", he praises and slows down again.

You mewl, twisting his shirt a fourth time. He had gotten you so close and now it’s gone again. He just edged you. Your pussy weeps in desperation, soaking his thigh so much that you can feel it run down and then soak your own skin.

"What's wrong?" he asks innocently. He is not innocent. He knows exactly what he just did.

It’s what you deserve, he thinks and smirks as he feels you get wet from denial.

“Was so close", you whisper weakly, trembling in his arms.

"Oh that, yeah I know", he taunts, "but you're gonna be a good girl for me and take it."

"Koo."

"Right, princess? You’re not gonna be bad and cum without my permission, are you?"

"No, Koo", you croak, feeling dizzy.

"Good girl, such a good girl", he praises and as a reward speeds up your hips again.

"Ah", you gasp, "ah, thank you, ah, thank you, thank you. Ah, ah."

“That’s it, make those pretty sounds for me”, he encourages you, “I love it when you do.”

“Jungkook”, you croak.

“What’s wrong now? Mhm?”

“You, you’re so h-hot.”

He laughs lazily and you just know that he lowered his eyes in that flirty, way too fatal, way. Fuck, you hate the darkness. You want to see how cocky he looks, how his face is glowing in confidence, how he mocks you with his eye contact and turns you on in the process.

“I know I am and you are dripping”, he rasps, squeezing you closer.

“Oh”, you gasp.

“Feel it”, he rasps, repeating the movement. Your hips meet his thigh harshly, his grip is so strong, “feel how you’re making a mess of my thigh.”

“Fuck, please”, you mewl, clenching around nothing.

“Please what princess?”

You sob and hide in his side. His scent engulfs you, his warmth touches your face. You chase him, chase the electricity of his thigh, losing yourself in the process.

Jungkook lets you, moving his hand further down so it is between your ass and his fingers could touch your soaked entrance. You shudder and speed your hips up desperately.

Jungkook can hear it. He can hear how wet you are. It sounds slick and sticky and oh so sinful. He obviously can feel it too. It smears all over his thigh, cooling down on the parts you don’t touch before your warm pussy grinds over it again and soaks it some more. And it makes him impatient because getting his thigh humped by you turns him on just way too much.

“Please fuck me”, you beg and Jungkook moans.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna be the death of me”, he babbles then tilts your head up, “say it again. Beg me.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Not good enough.”

“Please Koo please, I’m so h-horny.”

“Yeah? I’m horny too and I can control myself. Why should I give it to you?”

You soak his thigh in new arousal, clenching around nothing so harshly he can feel how you throb. Fuck, your clit is so swollen and hot. He knows he could get you over the edge. He would just have to put his fingers between your ass again and lift his thigh and he could make you cum. But he doesn’t. He lets you chase him with that small pressure, he lets you shake and squirm in your attempt to get more of his thick thigh under your needy pussy. He edges you because he wants to.

“Please Koo”, you mewl and sob cutely, “I, I just wanna be your cockslut.”

“Fuck”, he presses out. He feels your words everywhere. His stomach is tingling, the tips of his fingers are itching to bury themselves between your legs again, his cock is throbbing in his briefs.

“Please, I’ll be so good and, and take you so w-well”, you try and Jungkook just knows that you are giving him the biggest puppy eyes right now.

This is his breaking point. He can’t take it anymore. All he wants to take is you. Hard and good.

“Then get my cock out will you?” he growls.

Your hips falter now that you have to work. Your nimble fingers hook themselves in his briefs, tugging them over his round butt with the help of him lifting his hips. He feels the bed dent as you sit up so you can pull the piece of clothing down his legs.

Thump.

The fabric landed somewhere on the floor. Then hands on his inner thighs. Warm and desperate for the feeling of his skin. The distinct warmth of your body, it comes closer to his crotch.

Warmth. Wet and soft. Right around his cock. Sinking down slowly.

“Fucking hell baby”, he groans, throwing his head back, “fuck yeah. Ah fuck.”

You mewl and bop your head up and down his length. He tastes so good. He feels so heavy on your tongue, fills out your throat so much, stuffs your mouth so well.

You know that sucking your husband’s cock is not exactly the definition of aching for his cock in your pussy, but something overcame you. Something primal and something which ached so incredibly much that you could only still it with his arousal running down your throat and with his pubes tickling the tip of your nose.

Jungkook groans deeply, twisting his fingers in your hair.

You go further down.

Jungkook rips his mouth open and moans loudly. Now here he is, with your fingers massaging his tight balls and his entire cock down your throat. It’s not often you go so far, but it seems that tonight you are so horny and desperate for him that getting your throat plugged up by his cock is all you needed.

And Jungkook is in heaven, throbbing in your mouth before letting out a drugged-up laugh.

“Fuck princess”, he croaks and laughs, “holy fuck. Yes! Oh god yes!” his laughter turns into loud moans.

You just mewled around his cock, now fucking your own face while letting out the sweetest of gags. Your drool is all over him, spilling out of your perfect mouth and running down his shaft before slathering all over your fingers and his balls. You use it to massage them, slurping not because you want it gone but because you know that it feels incredible for Jungkook.

“Fuck baby, fucking fuck. Holy fuck”, he curses, arching his back, "keep going, don’t stop."

You won’t stop. Jungkook tastes so, so good. You never ever want to stop. You pay special attention to his tip, sucking it between your lips with such vigour your cheeks fall in. Then you begin moving, keeping up sucking him as his cock glides between your lips.

Jungkook groans, “you gon’ make me cum”, he presses out, having fallen back to his native dialect.

You moan, sinking down on him until you feel your throat bulge most perfectly. You want him to shoot his load down your throat. This is the least you can do for him after ruining so much of his hard work. He deserves to cum down your throat like he wants to. Hard and fucking good.

“Fuck!” he barks and shakes.

You squeak as he tugs you off of him, feeling disorientated for a second. The lights turn on, adding to the overall confusion you are feeling. Then you get shaken around and pinned down on the mattress.

Jungkook is above you, holding you captive by your wrists while the weight of his body does the rest. His black hair is messy, hanging into his face. Fuck, it’s gotten so long again. He looks so hot like this.

“You’re such a-“, he stops talking, studying your face with blown-out pupils and madness in his gaze, “-fuck baby”, he growls, squeezing your wrists.

“Please fuck me”, you beg, squirming under his weight. It’s driving you insane just how close his cock is to your pussy and yet it is not close enough that you could make him slip inside.

“You’re such a needy woman”, he spits, furrowing his brows, “you think you can just deepthroat my cock like that and get me to cum?”

“Please fuck me”, you try again, whining slightly.

"Did you even hear what I just told you?"

"Fuck me."

Jungkook stays silent, letting his fiery eyes race over your face and chest.

“Take off your shirt. Now.”

He lets go of your wrists and lets you sit up, using the second you need to undress to undress himself. He keeps himself upright on his knees, towering over you with his cock hard against his toned stomach and his tattooed arms on full display. His pierced nipples are hard, his toned chest heaves up and down quickly.

And you feel tiny. You feel so tiny and fragile, knowing that someone as strong and manly as Jungkook will fuck you stupid. You make yourself smaller on purpose, giving him the neediest puppy eyes ever. This is how you want to feel tonight. You want to feel fragile and as if your strong husband could break you.

“Turn around”, he orders confidently and you follow happily.

He grips your hips and pulls you on all fours. Then he fixes your position, doing so with the right amount of strength so that it would turn you on.

“That’s better.” Jungkook presses you down into the mattress. "Stay like this."

You shiver, shaking when a second later you feel his mouth on you. He slurps and groans, swirling his tongue over your pussy while his hands are holding your hips still.

"Oh my god", you moan, "holy fuck, Koo."

“So fucking wet for me”, he growls into your pussy, “you’re making a mess of my face”, he says and laughs cockily, “such a messy girl for me.”

You bury your face in the sheets and let out a desperate sob. He licks you so messily, so sloppily, slurps you up as if you were his favourite flavor. You can’t handle it. First he fucks you with nothing but his thigh, then he gets you literally soaked by stuffing your mouth with his cock and now he is eating your pussy as if it was his last meal.

You wheeze, twisting the sheets between your fingers. You want to flee, but Jungkook presses you back on his tongue. You want to squirm, but Jungkook keeps an iron grip on your hips. You want to cum, but Jungkook pulls back at the right moment.

You mewl his name, dripping your desperation on his chin.

And Jungkook moans, trailing his licks away from your pussy until he has your sensitive rim under his wet tongue.

You tense up and squeak. A second later you release all of that tension in a shudder of your limbs, bucking your hips into his face.

Jungkook moves back and breaks away, basking in your whines for more. And he gives it to you gladly, parting your ass with his tattooed hands and using his entire head to grind his tongue over your hole.

You can count his fingers on your ass. All ten of them, each sitting on your body with the demand for attention. Oh just imagining how they must look as they dig into your flesh, how the tattoos on them must look now that his veins and tendons are bulging in exhaustion and how the tips of his fingers must definitely gain a slightly lighter colour to them.

This and with the added sensation of Jungkook's tongue fucking your greedy hole and you swear this moment you cry the hottest tears you have ever cried.

He is going to make you cum. He may not be touching your clit, but she feels the same spark she does when he touches you. It is your brain doing it for you. All those thoughts about how Jungkook looks as he gives you the rimjob of your lifetime are enough to make you clench in your approaching high.

You make one mistake however, you buck your hips back and clench under his tongue while your thighs are shaking. And Jungkook knows. Oh he knows and he uses the opportunity to pull away and leave you aching for more.

“Nooo”, you whine into the mattress, chasing him desperately.

"You're so delicious, baby", he says cockily, licking his lips.

"More please. Please more. Please.”

"Oh, I’m sorry. Did I edge you again?"

"Yeees", you whine, hitting the mattress with your feet.

"Cute", Jungkook taunts, connecting his thumb with your rim to rub it skillfully. He loves how you shiver in reaction.

"Thank you…oooh…"

"That's it, stick your ass out just like that."

"Ah Koo, oh god Koo. Ah…"

While his thumb is pleasuring you oh so perfectly, his left hand aligns his cock with your pussy. You barely even notice that he does, being far too gone in the feeling of his fingers. You really want them inside. You want them to fill you up and remind you that only he can get your ass to feel that stuffed. He pushes and slips in, surprising you so much that you actually squeak loudly, kicking the mattress weakly. Now you notice. Now you do. Oh god, now you do. Jungkook is feeding you his cock. Inch by inch he is shaping your pussy until you fit perfectly around him.

"Slipped right in", he bottoms out, "you're so wet, princess. I didn’t even have to take it slow."

You wheeze for air, tensing around his cock. He's inside. You've finally got his cock. He's back where he should always be. You have to moan, fucking yourself back on him in a needy roll of your hips.

"Yeah I know", he agrees and begins moving, "that’s fucking incredible."

Sparks course through your entire body. Getting Jungkook's cock after being edged ruthlessly feels like paradise. He is right. He did slip right in, giving you that good stretch. And that thought makes you even wetter. To know that you are dripping so much for your husband that he can fill you right up with his veiny cock. Oh it is a different type of turn on.

"How's that, princess?" he rasps, caressing your hip while his thumb begins circling your rim again.

"Thank you", you keen, arching your back.

"For what? Tell me."

"For your cock."

"Yeah? You love that cock?"

"Love it!" you squeak now that Jungkook is angling his cock in a way that would get him deeper, "love it so much", you groaned the last word, tensing around his veiny shaft.

"Fuck", he moans, "love that pussy too. It’s so wet, creaming my cock so good."

He places his left hand on your upper back and pushes. It forces you into the mattress and for your back to arch. Now he does it. Now he fucks you oh so deep. Jungkook loves how you feel around him when he is deep inside of you.

"So deep", you mewl, pulling the cutest face of pleasure.

Jungkook loves it. Your cheek is all squished, your lips are all pouty, your nose is scrunched up. He loves getting you there. To have you pull those pretty faces for him as he pounds you, gets him off so fucking good.

"Yeah I am. Just how you deserve it. Deep and hard", he growls the last word, slamming his hips into you while his thumb is putting pressure on your rim.

"Ah!" you yelp, shaking at the intensity.

"Deep and hard. Feel it", he growls, "in and out. In and out. Just how you deserve."

"Please don’t stop, please", you beg him, clenching around him in desperation.

Jungkook smirks. He feels electric and like the most amazing fucking man on this world. Yes, he is going there. He is going to be cocky for a moment because he wants to.

“Do you love it, princess?” he rasps.

“Yeees”, you mewl, nodding your head vigorously.

“Then say it.”

“Love it! Love how you fuck me”, you wheeze for air, “oh god, Jungkook please seriously don’t stop.”

Jungkook laughs lazily, tilting his head back in a way that would reveal his neck most deliciously. His dark hair is tangling over his eyes, tickling his neck in the position.

“Fuck”, he moans and laughs again, moving his hips like the sexgod he feels like right now. And you reward him with desperate rolls of your hips and a soaked pussy clenching right around his cock.

“Fuck baby, fuck”, he groans, letting his eyes roll back before falling closed, “never wanna stop fucking you.”

“Please stuff me!” you beg, chasing his thumb on your ass, which seems to slip away more and more now that he was busy feeding your pussy.

He falters in that task, letting his head bounce to the front just to stare at you in shocked arousal.

“You want me to do what?” he pants, slowing down his hips. Not because he wants to make it easier for you. No, he is just way too fucking close to blowing his load. You are seriously so hot.

“My ass, please spit on it and use it to fuck me stupid.”

“Okay seriously”, he lets out a breathy laugh, “you are fucking crazy.”

“Jungkook pleaseeee”, you mewl loudly, squirming impatiently, “please for fuck’s sake.”

He stops. He stops just so he can lean forward and press his lips against your ear. It forces you to crane your neck as best as possible for a look at his face.

“I married the most amazing woman”, he rasps, “you drive me fucking insane, sweetheart.”

He listens to you moan and straightens up, gathering his spit so he can give you what you so desperately crave. With his strong, tattooed hands he parts your buttocks, revealing your oh so greedy hole to his equally as greedy eyes.

You aren’t even breathing by now, waiting for the feeling of his wet, hot saliva on your rim. You need it so fucking bad.

Jungkook puckers his lips, letting his spit drip on your hole slowly. The view drives him crazy. To have your pretty hole clench needily while just underneath he can watch his thick cock stretch your pussy. Jungkook loves few views more than this one.

"Yes oh god yes", you groan, feeling a shudder run through your limbs. It is just as hot and wet and good as you imagined it to be. You can feel it. Feel it land on your rim before very slowly running down your ass on its way to your pussy.

Jungkook stops it before that can happen, gathering it with his thumb. His hips begin moving again. Slow and steady. Then he reaches your rim, speeding up your heartbeat tenfold.

"Ready?" he asks, massaging your hole.

"So ready, I’m so ready", you pant, waiting with a dizzy head.

He pushes, watching in delight as you open up for him happily. He groans, you moan.

"Fuck baby, slipped right in. Again. You’re such a needy woman tonight", he taunts cockily, pumping his thumb in and out slowly. The squeeze you have around him almost steals his sanity.

You have already lost your sanity. Jungkook is filling you up. He is giving your holes exactly what they need. Him. A part of him. This is what you need. Him.

"Faster please", you beg, reaching between your legs to rub your clit.

"Yes baby, yes do that. It’s so hot when you touch your clit", he moans, speeding his hips up just as you crave it.

"Ah Koo! Oh god, Koo", you mewl, chasing him greedily, "yes Koo, yes Koo. Oh my Koo, yes. Yes!"

"You're so fucking hot. You’re seriously so fucking hot", he growls, fighting his urges to close his eyes. He wants to because the feelings you give him right now are best enjoyed with closed eyes. But he also doesn't want to because you are giving him the sexiest views ever. Wet, stretched out pussy moving around his cock and covering it in your white cream. Pretty, oh so terribly tight hole hugging his thumb and looking so greedy for more each time he pulls his finger out. Your back is arched so perfectly too and your face is glowing in bliss. Jungkook would be a madman to miss out on such views.

You shudder then, giving his cock a good squeeze. Your right foot kicks the mattress.

"Oh god Koo", your eyes open but go out of focus, "that’s, that’s, ah that’s the s-spot."

"Yeah? Right there?" Jungkook repeats what he did before, fucking his cock right against your g-spot. And again. Again. And again. Until he has you clenching around him.

"There. Yes-", your voice breaks in a desperate moan, "Koo I'm close."

"Yeah? You’re close? Wanna cum?"

"Yes please."

"Then do it. Go on, cum so fucking good", he orders, putting his entire energy into getting you there.

Your voice pitches. Your veins tingle. Oh you feel electric. You can barely breathe and your head is close to bursting. You tense, twisting the sheets with your unoccupied hand.

"N-now."

"Let go princess."

"Ah Koo!" you feel it everywhere. It swallows you whole within seconds, consuming you with such grandiosity you lose your sight for just a moment. It returns in bright sparks and colourful patterns behind your squeezed shut eyelids.

"Yes baby, fuck you’re so hot. I'm so close, I’m so fucking close baby", Jungkook growls, drilling your holes with vigorous desperation to give you to best high in human history.

He does. Like he always manages to do. This once again feels like the best high in human history. You convulse one last time, dropping your hand from your clit afterwards.

"Holy fuck", you press out and gasp, "w-wait tight."

Jungkook slows down, "hurts?"

"A little."

"Sorry", he stops, "can I cum on your asshole?"

You laugh tiredly, "sure, baby."

"Fuck baby", he pulls out quickly and begins jerking himself off vigorously. His eyes are hyper focused on your ass. It looks so empty now that his thumb is gone, "I'm so close princess, I’m so fucking close."

"Please cover me in your cum", you beg, clenching and relaxing your hole just to rile him up.

It works. Jungkook cums with a guttural growl, almost falling if his hand hadn’t grabbed your hip for support. He fucks the air as he cum, covering your entire ass with his hot, creamy cum.

"Fu-uck", he stutters, convulsing one last time. He stops, feeling dizzy but chasing your body by pressing his overstimulated cock against your ass to drag it through his cum.

"Koo", you moan, chasing him greedily.

"I made such a mess of you", he lulls his words, sounding just perfectly out of breath, "you look so sexy like this."

"Do you like it?" you say sweetly, wiggling your hips in a sexy manner.

"Mh-hm yeah, I love it", he rasps, grabbing your buttocks just to massage them. He lets out a deep breath, dropping his head.

"Fuck ___, thank you for that. I really needed that", he says.

"Me too. This was so amazing", you say, making him smile.

He leans down to kiss your spine just once, "I'll clean you up now. So stay."

He drops into the sheets next to you afterwards, opening his arms for you to find comfort in once you returned from your post sex pee. You do so happily, pulling his blanket over your bodies as well. Your legs are tangled in a way that you would have his thigh between your own and parts of his hip against your inner thigh. You are halfway on his chest, finding your head’s resting spot where his arm meets his shoulder.

"Was I too rough?" he asks, caressing your face.

"No, you were perfect", you tell him, gazing up at him with a smile.

Jungkook retorts it, tracing the slope of your nose.

"I love you like crazy, you know?" he says.

"I love you too. Crazily much", you answer him.

He kisses your forehead, keeping close afterwards.

“This was seriously the best make-up sex ever”, he whispers.

“Agreed. Maybe I’ll have to ruin more of your drawings”, you joke.

“I’ll divorce you if you do that”, he jokes, making you giggle. He chuckles, smooching your forehead a second time, "let's fall asleep like this", he suggests.

"Okay", you sigh, snuggling closer, "Koo can I wake you with a blowjob tomorrow?"

He chuckles lazily, "you're insatiable", he says and kisses your forehead a third time, "sure. Only if I can eat your pussy afterwards."

"Yes", you say and giggle. You’re so lucky to have him.

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