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tidal wave - park sunghoon
pairing: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader genre: suggestive cw: making out, petnames (pretty girl, beautiful), mentions of hickeys wc: 0.6k
chase atlantic played in the background as you and your boyfriend were kissing, not being able to keep your hands off of each other.
"i missed you all day. i've been thinking about this the whole time i was at work." sunghoon said before crashing his lips onto yours again.
"mhm... you've been running through my mind all day as well." you couldn't say this sentence without having to take a breath after almost every word.
you wanted him, and he wanted you just as much. the way he kissed you and the way he ran his hands on your back as you sat on his lap drove you insane. you fit in his lap perfectly, and your hands had enough space on his broad shoulders to rest while you basically devoured each other.
he easily lifted you up and placed you down on the bed carefully before hovering over you and attacking you with his kisses once again. this time not only on your lips but on your cheeks, neck, and even your collarbone.
his hands found themselves under your shirt, which was actually one of his oversized shirts.
"you look so fucking beautiful in my shirt," he whispered in your ear before placing soft kisses on your cheeks.
"you left it in my room last week," you replied, your cheeks turning a light pink color.
"i know. i did it on purpose."
he caressed your waist, and you could've melted right there if it was possible. he kissed your neck again; he could feel your breathing becoming faster, and all he could do was smirk at it. he drives you crazy. he is the one who can make you feel like this, and this was such a confidence boost for him.
"do you like this? do you like how i'm making you feel?" he knew you did; he just wanted to hear you say it.
you looked at him and just nodded.
he leaned closer and cupped your face in his hands. "use your words, baby. i need to hear your answer."
god, he knows what he's doing, doesn't he? you looked away from his face before letting out a silent "yes i like it." he gently turned your head towards him to make you make eye contact with him.
"you don't have to be shy with me, beautiful. i know we've never done this before, and you know that i will stop if you want to." he placed a quick kiss on your pretty nose, which made you giggle.
it's true. you haven't been a couple for so long, and you've never gone further than just cuddling before sleeping. you have been too shy to tell him that you've been craving a make out session this whole time. but tonight something snapped inside the both of you, and you couldn't hold yourselves back any longer.
"don't stop, please."
that's all he needed to hear before sitting up to take his shirt off and throw it in the nearest corner of his room. you've seen hoon shirtless before, but somehow, your heart still beats faster each time.
"i want to mark you up so everyone knows you're mine. can i, pretty girl?" he whispered against your lips. your boyfriend leaving hickeys on you? sounds like a dream.
you nodded and gave him more access to your neck.
you were sure you wouldn't be too shy to initiate make out sessions from now on.
š: my first suggestive post š«£ hope u liked it & my requests are still open ā¤ļø
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Can u do g!p doctor minji x reader fucking in her office making her cockdrunk and they do it many times?
I know you're busy rn so don't worry just take your timeš„¹ thank you I advance!! ā”
You canāt miss a Doctors appointment!
Pairings: G!p Minji x fem reader!
Warnings: BREEDING, unprotected sex (donāt be silly wrap your Willy), not proofread, p in v, mention of pregnancy, overstimulation, creampie, big dick, a little bit of manipulation, pantie stealing and just Filthy smut!!
Jwans Note: Iām not really satisfied with how this turned out but hope you enjoy!!šš„²
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Meet Minji, a newly graduated doctor who had just landed her dream job at one of the world's most prestigious hospitals. Her hard work and dedication had paid off, and her parents couldn't have been prouder. They beamed with pride whenever they spoke of their daughter's remarkable achievements, and her success became the talk of the neighborhood. Her family had always known that Minji was destined for greatness, and now, she had proved them right. With her exceptional skills and a heart full of compassion, she was ready to take on the world and make a positive impact on the lives of others.
She basically was every medical students goal, they all wanted to be like her one day.
It was no surprise that the hospital gave her a private office. Soon, patients started pouring in and the day was filled with treating and helping them.
But there was this one patient that stuck to the back of her mind and didnāt seem to leave. You came to her office one day for a yearly check, and your results were above great but from the first time she laid her eyes on you, she knew she had to have you.
She made little āchangesā to your file, perhaps a little sabotage so you could visit her office more often. It was all with a good intention, she thought.
You were waiting outside in her waiting room. This is the third time you have been here, for an unknown reason. She told you that she has to make more checks and she needed to make sure that everything is alright, but you still donāt understand what she wants? Every time you asked her is there something bothering your health, she didnāt give a straight answer, just shrugging it off and mumbling incoherent stuff.
āMiss y/n, come inside!ā The secretary behind the counter told you. You quickly took your stuff and left for Minjis office.
Once she saw you enter her office she flashed you her signature warm smile, that seemed to leave every patient with heart eyes.
That happened to you when you first came to her office but as the time passed, those heart eyes slowly started fading.
You placed your coat on the hanger and sat down on the chair in front of her desk, the last thing you wanted to seem was rude so you returned a smile, a nervous one.
āHi miss y/n! How have you been?ā She questioned seeming really interested.
āI have been well myself, so is there something bothering my health?ā you chuckled nervously, raising an brow afterwards.
She stood up and guided you to the examination bed, making you lay on it. Your breathing was unreasonably heavy and low. Your hands on your sides, while she was wearing her gloves.
āIf thatās okay with you, could you take your clothes off?ā She looked at you from the corner of her eyes before turning fully to look down at you.
You gulped nervously never have a doctor asked you anything like this but at the end of the day she is a doctor she must know what she is doingā¦š®āšØš«£
You slid down your jeans before pulling your shirt over your head, handing it to her. She looked at you like she still was waiting for something, and thatās when you realized what she indicated.
Without much thought you just decided to make her life easier and just take your panties off, and so you did. She had her hand out to you when you took off your panties while a smirk across her face, you gave it to her even tho a crimson colored layer was over your cheeks. You didnāt miss how she stuffed your panties in her pocket.
At first everything was so normal, doing normal doctor check ups, and the doctor stuff that everyone have been through.
But not long after her hands started roaming around your form, her hands slowly reaching and nearing your core and you couldnāt help but let out a whimper when her fingers touched your embarrassingly wet pussy.
What could you do? You couldnāt deny that doctor Minji was hot, insanely hot! And you couldnāt deny how every night after meeting her, your fingers couldnāt satisfy you anymore. She wasnāt the only one desperate and hungry for you, you were for her too!
She smirked at the sound leaving your lips her finger pad teasing your walls reasoning for more breathy whimpers to fall past your lips. You were soaking her fingers and the examination bed already having a wet patch on it.
She undressed her white coat and slid her slacks down, exposing her deprived cock. Looking at the erection it seemed heavy and her red-ish tip leaking white salty substance.
You rubbed your thighs together at the sight a whine making it way out of your lips. She climbed on the examination bed and aligned her cock with your velvety walls. Before completely pushing in, her cock stretching your hymen, making you feel like at any moment youād bleed. But the feeling was pleasurable nonetheless.
The waiting of months finally have paid off and she finally got to bury her cock deep in you. The bed rocking back and forth due to her ruthless thrust, making you feel that her cock was in your womb, hitting spots you didnāt know existed.
You were holding her shoulders for dear life, your nails sinking deep into her flesh, your knuckles turning white due to your grip.
Her Head buried into the crook of your neck, giving kitty licks onto your invisible Adam apple and sucking on the flesh, purple marks filling your, she could taste the chemical taste of your perfume and that only made her mind numb and intoxicated with the whole moment.
Both of you letting out the deepest sounds and whimpers, without warning her seed flew deep into you, straight onto your womb. The chances of you getting pregnant by her sent you over the edge, your own liquid pushing out her creamy substance.
āGāna get you pregnant baby, y-you could come Check in my office every day!ā She whispered near your ear, shivers running down your spine.
She furrowed her brows, your own juices pushing her cum was making her annoyed, and without realizing it wasnāt long till her cock was again deep inside you. Your pussy tightening and clenching uncontrollably around her while overstimulation hitting you hard, a choked gasp came from you.
The pain and abuse of her cock making your eyes water. Tears sliding down your cheeks, it was replaced by mind blowing pleasure once again, your previous orgasm making the knot in your stomach snap, and fresh round of your juices tried to push her cock out but failed since the ramming of her cock was deep and rough, making your legs give up and your body laying limp.
She let out a growl before her balls shot new layer of cum into your abused hole, a satisfied sigh came from her.
She pulled out slowly trying not to overstimulate you more, and she saw how her cum gushed out. Her finger smeared her liquid before pushing it back in deeper. She kissed your puffy tear stained cheeks and caressed your closed lids softly.
She cleaned you up in the bathroom connected with her office and declined all of the appointments of the day.
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Hi! Could you do a Rafe x Little!Reader where it is the readers first time being little around Rafe and the reader is very shy and emotional and itās just all cute and fluffy please?
I totally get it if you canāt!
Btw, I absolutely loved your Moody Princess one shot, thank you so much for writing it!
Baby's Safe Space
Pairing: daddy!rafe x pogue!little!reader
Warnings: age regression, small mentions of past abuse, soft!rafe, fluff
A/n: Thank you lovely! I hope I made the request justice and that you like how it came out š«£š«¶š»
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It took Rafe some time to understand the aspects of regressing but after you explained it to him he started to do more research on his own, and maybe buying some stuff online he thought you would like, to show his support.
You told Rafe that regressing is just how you cope with past trauma you endured during your childhood.
He understood how important it is for your little self to feel safe and protected, knowing it's not for everyone to see and felt honored that you finally got the courage to talk about it with him. That you feel safe enough in his presence to show your most vulnerable side.
Growing up at the cut with abusive parents took quite a tool on you and as you found out about the term age regression it was clear to you it's what you needed to cope or what you deserved to have.
Rafe was beyond anxious that he somehow mess things up by saying or doing the wrong thing that it results in you being little by yourself again.
He felt bad knowing you probably were only little when he would have busy work days or a business trip.
It was a little into the afternoon and you just got out of the bathroom after doing your skincare and Rafe instantly noticed the pastel colored jammies that had little bunnies printed all over them.
He smiled at you softly, internally excited as hell to finally see that side of you and even curious as to how different your behavior is now in this state.
He noticed at the way you fiddled with the hem of your shirt that you're probably even more nervous than him right now, which is totally understandable.
It was already a hard challenge for you to even tell him about it.
Putting his phone aside he waved you over to him.
"Come here, baby. Promise I won't bite ya." He smirked and to see you smile a little was already a triumph to him.
Shyly you shuffled over to the bed, climbing your way up to snuggle into Rafe's side and grasping his shirt in one of your hands.
He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head when suddenly he remembered what he had hidden under the bed. "Ah- wait a second..."
He reached beside under the bed to pull out a white box with a rather big red ribbon on top of it. You sat up straight when he placed it between you both. "I- uh...thought you might like it and if not that's totally fine."
You haven't even opened it yet but Rafe certainly knew you cherish absolutely anything he gifted you.
He was just afraid he would go too far with what he bought you but the sparkle in your eyes already eased his nerves a little.
You slowly took of the lid and gasped. There was a lamb stuffie, color books with crayons, and some obviously custom made pacis in your favorite colors you had been dreaming of getting for yourself for a while now.
You instantly teared up, scaring Rafe beyond belief. "Hey, hey...what's wrong kid?" He asked reaching out to cup your face in his large palms, his thumb swiping away the tears that slipped before asking. "Was it too much at once?"
You quickly shook your head which was a little hard with him holding your face. You placed your hands over his, smiling at him. "Dey are happy tears."
"Really? You don't have to say that just to-" you silenced him by leaning forward to peck his lips.
"fank you, Rafey..." You whispered and he pressed his forehead against yours.
"Not for that, baby. I'd do anything to make you happy."
After your sweet moment you only pulled out the stuffie and a paci, placing the box on the ground beside the bed and snuggled back into Rafe's side. You popped in your paci and had the lamb held snugly under your chin while he turned on the TV and looked through Netflix for a movie that suited your headspace, yet he had some difficulty.
"Can you tell me how old you're feeling right now?" He asked and you held up three fingers. After a moment of looking through the kids section he stopped when you squealed quietly and pointed your finger at the screen at seeing your favorite cartoon making Rafe chuckle slightly. "Alright, guess it's gonna be this one."
He put the cartoon on play, an arm wrapping around you to keep you close and kissing your head.
You sighed contently, mumbling sleepily from behind your paci. "Lub you Rafey..."
"I love you more, baby."
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Ellie x reader where they take nudes of each other on a Polaroid camera they found on a patrol and completely forget about them until someone finds themš«£š
May or may not have written a whole ass one shot because this got me so inspired lol. Thank you for requesting this; Enjoy anon xx
Warnings: Sexual overtones and some sexual stuff sorta but not really, swearing, & use of marijuana.
Word Count: 2.5k
Anytime you and your girlfriend Ellie were put on a patrol route together, you could feel the giddiness exploding between both of you.
On a usual day where one of you had the day off and the other was out on work duties, the one at home would be sitting around, bored, and attempting to busy themselves until their girlfriend returned safe and sound. But today was one of those lucky days where you both were needed on the patrol route.
The start of patrol was pretty chill as both of you alternated between sifting through withered buildings and riding along on your horses, allowing time to appreciate the scenery of the area around in the downtime you had.
"Hey, let's check out that building with the camera sign," Ellie spoke as she rode on her horse directly next to you, pointing her finger in the direction of a storefront sized building.
You peered in the direction she was pointing at before looking back at her with an accepting shrug, "I'm down if you are."
The both of you guided your horses over in the direction of the building before leaving the animals to stand side by side, just a few feet from the broken glass door that went into the, what you assumed to be, old camera store.
"Check this shit out", Ellie said with excitement in her tone as her bright eyes marveled at the colorful, peeled wallpaper and exposed brick in a building that had to have been the ideal modern storefront before all of the infected shit happened.
You squealed as you quickly walked over to a massive bookshelf set on a wall. Several scrap pieces of cardboard and glass littered the shelf, but what your eye had been after was the books that were some how still set on the shelf as if the world hadn't completely shifted since they were first placed on the shelf.
You picked one of the books up, shoving off the layers upon layers of dust and debris that had gathered over the years, until you could make out the title on the cover, 'Camera's Throughout the Years'.
"Shit, look at this babe!"
You glanced over your shoulder to Ellie who was holding what appeared to be an oblong, square shaped, object.
Immediately, you walked over to her as she stared at this object that nearly looked futuristic to the both of you.
" What is it?", you said, tracing your finger along the thing in question.
"Hell if I know," Ellie shrugged, pressing all of the buttons on the mystery item in hopes that it would somehow start talking or moving or..doing whatever the hell its purpose was.
"Let me see if its in this book".
Quickly, you removed the cover of the book and flipped through the pages, scanning the table of contents in search of info, until you came across a diagrammed image of what appeared to be the very thing set in Ellie's hands.
"El, I think I've got it!"
Ellie was quick to move the camera away from her face and look down at the book you held in the palms of your hands.
"Looks like it's something called a Polaroid Camera." Your eyes were still scanning the book as quickly as you could as your fingers followed along with the typed words on the page.
"I think if you press the button over..here on the right..," your eyes were fixated on the object in Ellie's hand and she couldn't help but admire the way your eyes were squinted in concentration as your tongue slightly peaked out between your parted lips.
"...and just lift up on this part...it should open up."
It took you a couple tries, but eventually the top part began to move upwards until it was sitting straight up, exposing a fully intact Polaroid Camera.
"Holy shit dude!", Ellie exclaimed, eyes wild and smile never ending as she examined everything (and I mean everything) about the cameras exterior.
You rattled off the instructions on how to use it as Ellie continued to marvel at the object.
"Looks like we need films in order to use it El," you said with disappointment in your voice, "...unless."
Ellie could tell the wheels in your brain were turning as you looked the camera up, down, side to side; quickly, she handed it over to you.
"Holy shit, there's still film in this thing."
"You've got to be shitting me?!"
"Look!" You exclaimed, showing Ellie the little box of film that was still snugged inside of the square shaped compartment at the very bottom of the camera.
"Should we...test it out?"
"Oh most definitely", you replied to Ellie as you pulled the camera up to your face and looked through it's small view finder.
"Smile for me El."
Immediately, Ellie pulled up her hand to cover her face from the camera, "No fucking way."
You pouted, but continued to follow Ellie with the camera persistently, "Please El."
"What's in it for me?" Ellie smirked, bringing her hand down in order to cross both of her arms in front of her body, just below her chest.
You removed your eye from its focus on the viewfinder and lowered the camera down away from your face with an annoyed, yet amused grin.
"Oh god."
"What?"
"You know what Ellie."
Ellie walked over to you until her feet were planted on the cracked wood floor with the tips of both of your shoes touching. "Enlighten me then."
Smugly, you moved your face ever so slightly towards Ellie, which didn't go unnoticed by her. "You're never fair with your little games."
"What games", Ellie shrugged, fully playing the part of an innocent victim (which she wasn't).
"Mmmm okay."
"Okay," Ellie mimicked, trying to match your tone.
You weren't one to back down from a challenge to one up your stubborn girlfriend and now wasn't any different.
"You really wanna go there?" You moved your body forward, making Ellie nearly fall backwards from your gentle, yet sturdy nudge as she stood directly in front of you.
"Go where?"
"Shut up Ellie," you continued your nudging, but this time you didn't stop. The both of you continued on with Ellie walking backwards and you walking forwards directly into her.
"Make me."
Ellie watched as, the moment the words left her mouth, your innocent eyes seemed to cloud with devilish intention.
Gently, you placed your free hand on top of Ellies and guided until it was landing on your clothed chest; Ellie's pulse instantly began to quicken as her mind and emotions shifted from playful to aroused.
FLASH!
A strong beam of white light over took the dimly lit store as the sound of the film being spat out of the camera took over the only sound in the store, that is until Ellie let out a "What the fuck!"
You backed away from your girlfriend with a playful smile as you moved the camera away from your face and shook the film in your hand; again, doing just as the book advised.
"Babe cmon on," Ellie protested, trying to grab the film out of your hand.
"El, don't you want to see what your face looks like when you grab my boob?"
"No actually, I'd rather just see your boob."
You playfully scoffed, "Maybe you will if you stop being so difficult."
At that, Ellie stopped attempting to grab the photo in your hand, "You better be for real."
You shook your head, "You're ridiculous, you know that,"
Ellie's soft yet playful smile made you crack a genuine smile as you reached out for her hand, intertwining the tip of both of your fingers.
"Awww Ellie", immediately you cradled the photo to your chest with your free hand.
It only took a quick look, but the photo was preciously adorned with Ellie and an awestruck look on her face that made her features seem so soft and relaxed.
Ellie rolled her eyes, still wearing a smile that let you know she was appreciating your admiration for her looks, "Yeah yeah."
"You look so cute dude. I'm going to put this up in my place."
Ellie couldn't help her smile now, not even bothering to attempt to cover it up as you clutched it to your chest with two hands now, gleaming right back at her.
"I guess, it's time for your end of the deal now," you spoke slowly, raising the camera up and out to hand over to Ellie.
"What do you mean?", she questioned.
You smirked, moving your arms out of your shirt until it was lifted up & over your head.
"Wha-what are yo-you.."
Before Ellie could finish her stuttering sentence, your shirt was being discarded onto the ground, leaving you standing in your dusted jeans and grey sports bra.
Your hand out stretched to Ellie, beckoning her to come closer to you, which she happily accepted.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ellie said as she now stood just a bout a foot or so in front of you.
"Helping you get your picture." Suddenly your hands were slowly reaching for the bottom hem of the only fabric that was covering your chest.
"Babe."
"Hmm?", you hummed, lifting the fabric off of your top half until it was discarded alongside your shirt, leaving your chest naked, much to Ellies pleasure.
"Holy Shit." Ellie admired quietly, her eyes naturally raking over your chest and then back up to your eyes. "Are you asking me to take a picture of..you know," Ellie motioned her hand in the general area of where your tits were.
The mix of nervousness and astonishment in Ellie's voice was something you wished you could recored to play on repeat for those days when she was out on patrol without you.
As you stared at your girlfriend, giving her a smile, she didn't think twice about lifting the camera up to her face.
"All you do is put your eye in that little Hole right there and press the red button on the side," you explained, but if Ellie was being honest, she was only half able to comprehend any of your words. She was much too preoccupied with the way your tits were naked for her to devour with her eyes..and now to capture and have for..whenever the occasion arose.
As Ellie peered through the viewfinder, her cheeks reddened as you shifted your shoulders back, making your tits that much more pronounced and ready for her to bring her lips to.
Ellies pointer finger held down the shutter as the familiar noise of the film ejecting itself echoed through the store.
"It'll take a second for it to-"
Ellie interrupted you by quickly placing the camera and it's fresh film onto the nearby shelf and pining your back against the red brick accent wall, surely leaving slight scratches along your bare back.
You gleamed up at her as you wrapped your arms around her neck; it didn't take long for her lips to come into contact with yours in a harsh kiss that was dripping in longing.
Ellie let out a chuckle as her lips removed themselves from yours, "Maybe we should take this along so we could..take some more."
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A Week Later
"Shut the fuck up Jesse," Ellie nudged her friend with her shoulder as the alcohol in his body made him giggle like a school child next to her.
Ellie and her friend in tow were crunching their way through the snow covered roads as they got closer and closer to the front door of her house after a night out of catching up.
Ellies hand twisted on the doorknob as she flicked on a lamp and stabbed her knife into a nearby table.
"Let me find my weed real quick then we can smoke up."
Jesse nodded, removing both his boots & coat before flopping down on Ellie's couch.
Jesse had been to your home many times before, probably having it subconsciously memorized if you had quizzed him on all the contents of your home...but something caught his eye this time that seemed out of place.
As Ellie went to her bathroom, grabbing the small tin that held potent smelling greenery, Jesse's curiosity got the better of him.
Peaking out from underneath one of Ellie's sketchbooks was the corner of...something..an object that Jesse couldn't fully make out. Looking around quickly, Jesse sneakily thumbed the corner of the object, sliding it out from underneath the leather bound book, until...it was revealed.
His cheeks grew red at the polaroid of you and your naked chest staring back at him, making him forcefully tuck it back underneath the sketchbook.
"Two pre-rolled joints coming up," with every word, Ellie's voice came closer and closer until she was in full view and plopping down on the couch next to her sheepish looking friend.
"Here", Ellie's long fingers pinched the edge of the joint as she passed it over to Jesse, but he didn't take it right away.
"Jess?"
"Hmm? Oh, sorry", Jesse's eyes must've been deer in the headlights worthy as Ellie scanned him with a furrowed brow.
"You good?"
"Yeah. Fine."
"You don't seem fine," Ellie chuckled as she held the lighter up to the white stick in her mouth until it was smoking at the end.
Jesse took the lighter Ellie held out to him, lighting his joint with a look of disassociation still evident on his face.
"Dude, what's up with you?", Ellie questioned as she exhaled.
Jesse gulped after taking the first hit and breathing the smoke out through his nose and mouth.
"You uh..you may want to try to hide this better."
Ellie looked confused at her best friend, "Hide what?"
The substance was beginning to relax Jesse more as he felt the weight on his shoulders soften and his once mortified eyes beginning to fall more closed than usual.
He chuckled, moving his eyes down to Ellie's sketchbook, doing his best to give her the hint without him having to actually say that he found her girlfriends nudes.
"What the hell are you on Jesse", Ellie chuckled, deeply inhaling and eyeing her friend.
Jesse sighed before bringing his hand down to Ellie's sketchbook, tapping his finger against the corner of the polaroid picture that had been revealed to his eyes just minutes ago.
Suddenly, Ellie's squinted pupils grew wider than ever as she came around to what he was talking about.
"Shit," she said, grabbing her sketchbook quickly, but forgetting that the intimate photo that Jesse found wasn't the only one set underneath the journal.
Jesse's eyes subconsciously dragged over to the..not so safe for work images of you, Ellie, and one of Ellie's hand wrapped around what he assumed to be her girlfriends neck.
"Fucking hell Ellie!" Jesse covered his eyes quickly as if somehow that would magically erase the images that were sure to burn into your mind for the foreseeable future.
"Damn it-Fuck, fuck fuck," Ellie swore as she grabbed the remainder of the images, placing them completely hidden under her sketchbook that was now on her bedside table.
"I-I'm so sorry Jesse."
But Jesse was much too fucked up by now to be able to be bothered by the accident, all his mind thought to do was begin laugh vigorously as his hand vibrated as it rested on top of his abdomen.
"Hey, fuck off," Ellie said as she began to lose the embarrassment as she playfully taunted her friend before once again sitting down next to him on the couch.
"I see why you date her," Jesse quipped, his laughter still spilling out to the point where it was difficult for him to get even one word out.
Ellie wasn't sure if it was the weed beginning to do it's job, the situation that had just happen, or a good combination of both, but she too began laughing hysterically and playfully hit Jesse's shoulder.
"Erase that shit from your brain dude."
"Oh don't worry," Jesse nodded through red rimmed eyes, "I'm going to try to."
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second chances | pt. 3
Character(s):Ā Marcus Pike x fem!Reader
Summary: You and Marcus continue to get to know each other, but the feelings you both have for each other are becoming increasingly difficult to keep it at bay.
Word count:Ā 2.1k
A/N: All the fluff, y'all!!! The next chapter will get a bit more deeper between these two, so stay tuned! (and also I just want to say that gif of Marcus - Pedro literally stares straight at the camera for a very brief secondš«£) Ā
Warning:Ā None.Ā
SERIES MASTERLISTĀ -Ā ultimate masterlist
Itās been a month since you moved in and you and Marcus have developed a morning routine. It helps that you both like to be up early and there have been a few times where heād come over early enough to eat breakfast with you. You realize that you havenāt yet been inside of his apartment. Whenever you spend time with him, itās always at your place and while you donāt mind, there is a bit of mystery to him that piques your curiosity.Ā
Heās sweet.Ā
Heās kind.Ā
Heās thoughtful.
Heās handsome.Ā
But every time youāre with him, you can tell heās holding a part of himself back, like he has this guard up that makes it so difficult for you to get through. He only shows you part of himself that he wants you to see, but you donāt push him. You donāt ask for more than what heās willing to share because youāve been in his position before.Ā
Youāve had your heart broken before. And it certainly isnāt the greatest feeling knowing that someone you loved didnāt choose you. Marcus doesnāt have to say the words for you to know that thatās why heās holding himself back. Thereās a longing in his deep brown eyes whenever he spaces out, but you never address it. Instead, you focus on just being there for him ā with him ā because while his guard is up, youāre open and vulnerable. You hope that it shows him just how comfortable and safe you feel around him.Ā
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Itās Friday night and Marcus finally gets home at around midnight. Heās exhausted and feeling burnt out. His workdays always start out great because he gets to see you. The routine you both established gets him excited every time he wakes up and heās always eager to see what kind of outfit youād be wearing for your class. Youāre colorful, expressive, and he can just imagine how fun and engaging you must be while at work.Ā
Marcus could hear you talk about how much you love your job and your kids for hours. Your passion for teaching is so clearly obvious when you talk about it because he always notices the way your eyes light up, how big your smile gets, and itās infectious. He canāt help but always smile whenever heās around you.Ā
Youāre also very different from Lisbon. When he lies awake at night, finding it hard to fall asleep, he compares you to her. He knows he shouldnāt, knows that even thinking about Lisbon always leads to more negative feelings, but he canāt help himself. Marcus had thought that his relationship and his feelings for Lisbon were real and after being married and divorced, he thought she was it.Ā
He should have known better.Ā
But when he thinks about Lisbon, you follow soon after. Sometimes at work, he will catch himself thinking about you just because Lisbon crossed his mind. Marcus isnāt sure what to make of it, but he knows that nothing could happen. Getting hurt again is a serious possibility if he were to take a chance with you and he isnāt sure thatās something he wants to risk.Ā
Marcus gets off the elevator just in time to see you setting a foil-covered plate on his doorstep. Youāre wearing a black and red plaid hoodie thatās so large it covers most of your frame. He smiles to himself and then clears his throat quietly, seeing you stand upright and turn around to face him.Ā
āYou know what time it is?ā Marcus asks.
āItās not a school night,ā you point out. āI was just dropping off some food in case you didnāt eat dinner.āĀ
He walks towards you and leans down to grab the plate. āWhatād you make?āĀ
āLasagna. You will need to warm it up though. I made it when I got home from work.ā You reply, looking up at him. āI just remember you telling me this morning that you were going to be home late and since I know you donāt usually cook when you have late nights, I just figuredāā you bite your lower lip and realize that youāre talking too much. Again. But when you look up at Marcus, heās still smiling in your direction.Ā
āYou wanna join me?āĀ
āItās a little over midnight,ā you say.Ā
Marcus chuckles. āThought you said it wasnāt a school night.ā
āIt isnāt.ā you blush.Ā
āWell then, if you donāt have any other neighbors to drop dinner off to, Iād really like some company.ā he teases with a wink.
āHey!ā you say with a quiet laugh. āYouāre the only one. I promise.āĀ
Marcus smiles at that and then unlocks his door. He steps inside and holds the door open for you, watching you step inside. He knows his apartment is clean, but he had been avoiding inviting you to his apartment because of how bleak it was. His apartment is just a place for him to get some rest and eat; it certainly wasnāt a home. At least not in the way your apartment feels whenever heās there.Ā
He turns the lights on and leads you to the kitchen. You trail behind him, looking around his apartment and biting your lower lip. Itās like youāre getting a glimpse into his life, a glimpse into what he doesnāt really show you. His walls are bare except for the paintings that you assume came with the place because it doesnāt really seem like itās his style. His place is much bigger than yours, you notice. The only thing that does seem like he decorated or put thought into it is the bookcase thatās against the wall of his living room. You donāt get much time to veer off and see the variety of books he has displayed because the sound of him opening up a wine bottle catches your attention.Ā
āHow was your week?ā Marcus asks, pouring two glasses of white wine and then unwrapping his plate of food to put into the microwave.Ā
āFun like always,ā you grin. āBut Iām ready for the weekend.ā
āYou have any plans?āĀ
āWell, I am planning on going to Ikea or doing some shopping for the apartment.ā You respond, lifting the glass of wine to your lips. āWhat about you? How was your week?ā
āBusy. Tiring,ā Marcus says. He doesnāt know what else there is to say about his job; it pays well, but he certainly doesnāt love it as much as you love teaching. āBut Iāve got the weekend off, so it isnāt a school night for me either.āĀ
Before you could even think about what youāre saying, you quickly blurt out, āDo you wanna come with me to Ikea?ā Shaking your head to yourself, you bite your lower lip. āSorry. Iām sure you have plansāā
Marcus turns to face you, having removed his leather jacket and now in his light grey t-shirt and dark jeans. āIād love to.āĀ
Your eyes light up with hope, with excitement and it makes Marcus smile. āReally?āĀ
Marcus nods and takes the plate of food out of the microwave once it beeps that itās done. He sets it down on the counter and leans against it, waiting for his food to cool down. āYes, really. Besides, maybe you can give me some pointers about how to decorate my place. As you can tell, itās veryā¦ bare.āĀ
You canāt even hear what heās saying because youāre staring so deep into his brown eyes that you feel like you could just lean in to kiss him, to wrap your arms around him, to just be in his arms. You want to be closer. You want to know what itās like to have his lips on you, to feel his hands roam your body, to feelā
āYou okay?ā he asks, interrupting your thoughts.Ā
āSorry, yeah. Iām just excited.āĀ
Marcus chuckles. āBy the way, this needs to be addressed.ā He then points to what youāre wearing. āWhat are you wearing? It literally covers all of you.āĀ
You grin. āItās called a blanket hoodie and itās very comfy.āĀ
Marcus looks at you from top to bottom, not bothering to hide the fact that he was obviously checking you out. When his eyes settle on your face, though, he notices the way your lower lip is between your lips and thereās a slight pink hue to your cheeks. Youāre not looking into his eyes anymore and he gently reaches out and taps the back of your hand.Ā
āItās cute,ā he says softly. āIt suits you.ā
You blush even further and look down at his hand as he pulls away. Itās an innocent touch, but it lingers and you find that you want him to touch you even more. Your mind drifts to very inappropriate thoughts as Marcus continues to eat.Ā
āYeah right,ā you finally respond.Ā
Marcus chuckles. āIt is. Makes me want to get one. You think itād look cute on me?ā he teased, trying to lighten the mood and alleviate the tension that fills the air.Ā
You smile to yourself and shrug a shoulder. āHm, I donāt know. I think it takes a certain type of person to pull this off.āĀ
He lets out another quiet laugh and shakes his head, finishing the rest of the food you packed for him. He leans against the counter and tilts his head. He had a particularly rough day at work, but youāre making it better. Marcus knows itās late, knows that you both should be heading to bed, but he doesnāt want you to leave just yet.Ā
āYou might be right,ā he sighs heavily. āYou donāt want me to out-do you.āĀ
You feign a gasp and gently smack his arm, letting out a quiet giggle. It fills Marcusās heart and he canāt stop staring at you. Your smile makes his heart flutter and the sound of your laughter filtering his home is something he wants to hear more of. Itās like you belong here. With him.Ā
And as heās looking at you, Marcus finds that his resolve is slowly slipping.Ā
Because he wants so badly to reach out to you and pull you into his arms.Ā
He wants so badly to feel your lips.Ā
He wants so badly to just be wanted, to just be chosen, and you always look at him like no one else in the world matters.Ā
āMaybe we can match,ā you tease. āSee who truly looks better in it.āĀ
āItās gonna be you,ā Marcus blurts out. Thereās a slight blush on his cheeks and his ears feel hot when youāre looking up at him.Ā
āAre you flirting with me, Special Agent Marcus Pike?ā you tease.Ā
Marcus chuckles quietly and clears his throat. āYouāre telling me that you donāt think youāre good looking?ā
You shrug. āI think Iām okay.āĀ
Marcus scoffs. āYouāre beautiful,ā he says honestly. āAnd if Iām oversteppingāā
āThank you,ā you interrupt him. His compliment makes the butterflies in your tummy flutter even more and you bite the inside of your cheek as you stare up at him. Youāve had compliments before, but coming from Marcus gives you a different sensation than what youāve felt before. āYouāre not so bad yourself, handsome,ā you wink.
Marcus smirks to himself and downs the rest of his glass of wine. āSo, is this what happens when itās past midnight and we share a bottle of wine?āĀ
āWhat? We be honest with each other?ā you laugh quietly. āWeāre both just stating the obvious.āĀ
āYeah,ā he chuckles. āWeāre just two good looking people,ā Marcus winks.Ā
āExactly,ā you laugh quietly. You finish your glass of wine and look at the time. You really should get to bed, especially if you both plan on spending the day together.Ā
āCall it a night?ā Marcus asks.Ā
You nod. āI think so. We should both probably try and get some sleep before we head to the store later.ā
āGood idea. Thank you for the dinner.āĀ
āThank you for inviting me in,ā you tell him.Ā
Marcus leads you towards the front door and before he can open it, heās caught off guard when you wrap your arms around him in a loose embrace. He stiffens for a moment before allowing his arms to wrap around you and he realizes just how much he enjoys feeling your body against his.Ā
āGood night, Marcus,ā you say softly. āIāll see you later today.āĀ
Marcus nods and gently squeezes you before he pulls away. āGood night. Looking forward to later.āĀ
You step out of his apartment and walk towards your own. You look over at him and smile, seeing him lean against his doorframe.Ā
āJust making sure you get home safe,ā Marcus calls out.Ā
Your stomach does flips at that and you want so badly to just run up to him, to be back in his arms. āWhat a gentleman,ā you tease, opening your front door.Ā
Marcus chuckles and nods in your direction. āGood night, angel.ā The pet name slips and he turns around to walk back into his apartment before you could say anything about it.Ā
You walk into your apartment and shut the door behind you. Letting out a contented sigh, you realize that your feelings for Marcus are only getting stronger.
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rockstar miguel pounding his gf who's the complete opposite of his aesthetic (pastels and ribbons n stuff) š«£
Anon how did you know me and my partnerās styles <_< Also he plays bass because thatās what I like the best I love bass players <3
Hereās my personal song choice for Rockstar!Miguel: Black No. 1 - Type O Negative
Tell me he doesnāt have Peter Steele vibes
CW: NSFW, semi-public
As the final chords of the ending song rang through the amphitheater, you started making your way backstage. You didnāt miss the kiss your boyfriend blew to you from on stage. Security knew you and knew you well, after Miguel had given the trouble already for not letting you in. This time they welcomed you and even escorted you to his dressing room.
You entered and waited for him to finish his business on stage, knowing he liked interacting with the fans a bit before leaving. You looked around and decided to sit on the small but comfy sofa in the room. The door handle turned, and you looked up to see Miguel entering his room, smiling as he looked at you.
āThe show was great Miggy.ā You smile up at him as he makes his way over to you.
He let out a small chuckle. āGlad you liked it. You were easy to spot with all thatā¦ color.ā He sat down next to you.
āDo you think I should have worn something else? To fit in more?ā
āNo no. You look amazing. Perfectā¦ā Miguel leaned in and gave you a deep and passionate kiss before you could argue more. His hands found their way to the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing the fabric up your thighs.
You placed a gentle hand on his wrist, just enough to stop his movement. āWait. In here? Shouldnāt we go back to the hotel room?ā
āItāll be fine.ā He reassured you before he dipped his head down to place kisses on your neck. You suppressed a moan as you moved your hands to his shoulders. Miguel lightly grazed your skin with his teeth before picking you up and turning you so youāre face down on the couch. Heās very strong, and makes manhandling you look so easy.
You blushed and put a hand over your mouth as you braced for what comes next. You heard the sounds of his belt and pants as he shoved them down around his thighs, feeling his hard cock smack against your clothed ass.
Miguel smirked and pushed your skirt up to around your waist. He yanked your panties down, admiring just how wet youāve gotten while rubbing his length between your slick folds. He let out a low hum as he teased your clit with his leaking tip. You gasped and clenched around nothing.
He smeared your glistening cunt with his precum, prodding your hole with his tip. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding his cock into your tight hole. You moaned and clenched around him, a grunt escaping his lips.
āStop clenching.ā He commanded you. And you did try, but you couldnāt help it as you felt every inch slide inside you. He moved at such an agonizing pace. You moaned and whined, telling him to move faster. He did just that, slamming into you over and over again.
You moaned louder and he brought a large hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. He used his free hand to hold onto your hip as he pounds into your tight hole. You bit into his callused hand to contain your moans, drool pooling against his palm.
His other hand moved from your hip to your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he fucked you into the couch. āI was hard that entire fucking show, seeing you watch meā fuckā¦ I could barely keep it together up there.ā He growled into your ear.
He sped up just slightly, slamming the tip of his cock against all the right spots. You gasped and arched your back as his hand found your swollen clit, tracing circled around the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly what to do to make you squirm.
His voice, his cock, his hand on your clit, all of it was dragging you to the edge faster than you thought it would. You felt the familiar warm knot in your gut as your clit twitched from the stimulation. He let out a loud moan, biting his hand as you came on his cock, clenching around his girth.
Miguel groaned and his hips stuttered as he spilled inside you. That was unexpected. He never came that fast before. You let out more broken moans as he filled you up, rolling his hips as you rode out your orgasms. He finally moved his hand off your mouth.
āThat was fast.ā You panted. He just grunted and rested his head against your shoulder. āYou were really pent up huh?ā You giggled a little and pat his head.
āShut upā¦ā He sighed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you knew he wasnāt actually angry.
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GF KATE HEADCANONS
go thank @iminlovewithpaigebueckers, i also completely stole the formatting from her. ty twin
gf!kate def overheard you say/like a post that said hey mamas or mama, so she waits until she has you a little cocky to call you mamas just to see what happens it becomes her new addiction, especially lil mamas
gf!kate is a little shit
gf!kate sends you little facebook mom selfies whenever she travels
^^and/or vlogs and recaps when you guys canāt ft
gf!kate will learn your whole skincare routine just in case you need her to do it when youāre drunk
gf!kate appreciates feminine things and girly things: āi like that little sparkle, the white glitter itās pretty,ā while pointing to your inner corner highlight.
āyou smell good,ā when she catches you in passing or just when youāve finished getting ready.
will sit on your bed helping you choose outfitsā¦ and will also cover her eyes when you get changed, all panicked just in case you donāt wanna be seen. doesnāt matter if you tell her itās fine (sheās literally seen every inch of your skin) sheās sitting there with her hands over her eyes no peeking (maybe a single peek)
gf!kate will actually respect if you wanna pay or dress more masculine, she gets it. no stereotypes here!!
gf!kate will braid or curl your hair just to show her love and stare at you
^^^ for my textured hair girlies this includes how to do your edges!!! what products she needs to use on you!! how much!!!!
gf!kate is very white. gf kate will not understand certain slang or terms until you explain it to her. gf kate gets excited when she uses said slang correctly
gf!kate would make an attempt to read your favorite book when sheās traveling (i said attempt idk if sheās finish it i donāt know if sheās a reader or not) in my head she is simply bc i read a book a day and i make the rules here
gf!kate will also try your music taste!!
gf!kate loves buying her girl lingerie. she doesnāt give a FUCK abt prices or if youāre nervy. kinda goes with the femininity thing, sheād like to see you in lacey things and pretty colors and such
gf!kate is the biggest hype woman, genuinely thinks you are perfect (BUT IS STILL A WOMAN AND WILL UNDERSTAND HORMONES AND INSECURITIES)
gf!kate is a fan of traditional things: flowers, treating her girl to date nights she plans, sheās always driving, lowkey would ask your parent/parent figure/ important person in your life to marry you, not in a possessive way but in the way that she thinks itās polite and necessary
gf!kate loves visiting her girls family, and they love her, no matter how crazy they are
gf!kate can fixate on your boobs or thighs or hips and just lay and kiss for forever theyāre her fav place to nap, and letās be real my girls napping a lot
gf!kate likes to hover and stare and just watch you do your thing in your habitat (you call her national geographic for a reason)
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gf kate lovesssss to give head, she just loves making you feel good and making you squirm, she also loves hearing you get loud, wonāt ask you to be loud tho. but sheāll never tell you to not cover your mouth if you try to cover it, she just takes it as you trying to stay comfortable
gf kate will braid your hair before fucking you so she has something to pull š«£
gf kate tries really hard to stay more controlling when sheās topping but she still gets shy sometimes and is also dying (sheās so turned on she can barely think)
gf kate is kind of afraid to be mean to you, she just feels too bad
gf kate will never proposition sex, she might hint at it or have that look in her eye, but sheād rather sit and be horny than ask you when you donāt want to
gf kate would go so far as to get herself off in the bathroom or shower just so she doesnāt bother you if she knows youāre not in the mood or on your period
gf kate gets worked up fast but tries to take it slower to make her girl feel good
gf kate likes phone calls and guided/mutual masterbation
gf kate takes a whilleeeeee to stop being shy when you top, specifically when you go down on her sheās so nervous and canāt look at you (go check out my fic if you like this one)
gf kate cannot handle it when you kiss her neck, like at all. especially when sheās fucking you if you kiss her neck sheād get all breathy and try to pretend like she doesnāt keep stalling and pausing her thrusts
gf kate also cannot handle it when you bite or kiss her shoulders, arms, and back. like thatās the way to get her to melt
gf kate will eat her girl out to hozier, fuck her girl to hozier, and let her girl fuck her to hozier
gf kate is adorable
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Ahhh what about hobie and female reader having a sleepover at her house, but when he comes through the window he sees that she isnt having the best day so he cheers her up a lilššifykyk
WAIT A SEC ANON- PLS THIS IS SO š«£ these requests have me literally giggling.
hobie and miguel esp are šš
also let me put in my hc of him having a tongue piercing thank you
hobie brown x afab! reader
tags- pussy-eating, nsfw in general, solās hc that he has a tongue piercing ! shy reader?
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At the beginning of the day, you felt a bit elated. You were planning to have a sleepover with your lover, or best known to the rest of his New York, as Spider-Punk.
That was until you were met with even more bullshit from work back in Earth- 928. Working as an intern at Alchemax and dealing with everyone there tired you.
You were finally at your apartment, mindlessly staring at the coffee being poured by your coffee machine. You felt frustrated and a bit impulsive. You didnāt know why but you just did. Irrationality and impulsiveness were a part of you being pissed off.
You looked at the digital click plastered on the television, marking it to be 5:37. Out of frustration, you slammed your arms on the counter and covered your face. You heard someone come from the window and groaned. You werenāt in the mood to be interrupted while being pissed off.
āShould I come at a different time, love..?ā
You gasped quietly and felt the color drain from your face out of embarrassment, hiding your face with your arms even more, āNoā¦ā
You heard Hobieās heavy footsteps stop in front of the counter.
"Are you okay?"
You looked up at him and bit your lip, holding back tears of stress. "I'm just so...mad right now. I fucking hate my job."
āYouāre stressed?ā
āYes! My fucking god!ā You played with your cup of coffee, contemplating on drinking it before he spinned you to face him.
He placed his hands on your waist and leaned over, "Let me make it feel better..."
You pulled back a bit and looked at him skeptically, āHow āre you gonna do that?ā
āLet me show you, babe.ā
You breathed out shakily as he roamed his hands all over your body, feeling a relaxed sensation all over your body as he kneaded your hips. He kissed you softly and you pulled him closer. He started to attack your neck with butterfly kisses and started to slide down your dress pants slowly, leaving you in your panties and button down.
āRed, my favorite..ā he muttered, playing with the pantiesā string as he started kissing you more. He lifted you up to sit on top of the counter, spreading your legs a bit. You shivered a bit at the feeling of the cold marble against your ass and thighs.
āSpread āem a bit more for me, yea love?ā
You nodded, trying to spread them a bit more before he gently grabbed your thighs and helped you. He went over to your hip and bit the strap of the panty, tugging them off and exposing your already soaked pussy.
āInterestingā¦ā
You felt blood rush to your face and covered it with your palms in which he pulled them away from your face, āNo no, donāt worry about it baby.ā
He went straight into your pussy, pleasuring you with his tongue and feeling his nose rub against your clit. Your eyes widened at the cooling sensation of his tongue, feeling his piercingās little metal ball rub against your folds, in contrast to how hot and aroused you felt. You bit your lip again, wanting to stifle the moans coming out of you and instead, letting out soft and breathy gasps as he kisses on to your pussy again.
āOh fuckā¦mmmmā You threw your head back and spread your arms out, forgetting the cup of coffee you had placed and knocking it down. You began moving your hips, completely blinded by lust and wanting to feel the friction that is bringing you such immense pleasure.
āOh my fucking godā¦ā
You felt like you needed to come at the speed of how his tongue felt against your core. You finally had reached your high, feeling euphoric and even more pleasure.
āYouāre so beautiful, my loveā
You felt your legs tremble a bit from his touch as he caressed your plush thighs. He then had two of his fingers go into you and lick his coated fingers, looking you in the eye with a mischievous grin.
āSweetā¦Wouldnāt you say so?ā
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Hi frieeeend! Glad to be one of ur first requests ^^
I was wondering if you could do some TFP Ratchet x female reader š«£ some smut OR some angsty fluff where Ratchet feels insecure about his age and vitality and y/n (suggestively his s/o) comforts him :)) whatever u choose
Take ur time! ā¤ļø
Whew, never have I ever written so much so quickly (in a good way). I guess I got carried away a bit. Hope you like it :3
*Anything in italics is either a sound effect or a characterās inner thoughts*
Young At Spark
TFP Ratchet x Reader
Warnings: Suggestive
Word Count: 2000+ (Holy Sh*t)
It had been a relatively quiet day in the Autobot base for you. Jack, Miko, and Raph were at school taking their final exams, and the autobots were out on an extensive energon scouting mission somewhere in the rural wilderness of Serbia. You wouldāve found a trip to Europe to be a fun outing, but couldnāt bear the thought of leaving your favorite medic alone. As you returned from a brief walk around the halls of the base, a loud *clang* followed by a frustrated and exasperated shout could be heard from the main room. He sounds actually pissed off, you thought to yourself before briskly making your way to the main room. You turned to see Ratchet picking up various shattered metal pieces from the floor, all the while muttering incoherent profanities and curses.Ā
āRatchet? Is everything okay?ā you asked softly, although the concern was easy to glean from your tone. The medic was clearly surprised by your sudden appearance and seemed a bit startled as his blue optics locked onto you. āOh, (Y/N)... E-everything is fine. I justā¦ was clumsy and dropped the device I was trying to adjust. I um, Iām sorry if I may have startled you.ā In fact, everything was indeed not fine with Ratchet, as that morning his thoughts had gotten away from him and locked onto you, and not in the way he usually enjoys.
I canāt upset (Y/N) with my frivolous doubts. Albeit it will be difficult as her mental prowess is alwaysā¦ rather intuitive, the aging medic tried to silence his thoughts and re-focused on (Y/N). Ratchet cleared his throat as he noticed you had already conjured up a broom, āNo need for that, I shall clean up my own mess.ā You paused at the increasingly odd behavior of the normally composed medic, and you began to grow suspicious of why he seemed to be hiding something from you.Ā
You two had been close for some time, albeit when you first met the resident Autobot medic it wasnāt a great first meeting. With Ratchet insisting the base was getting far too crowded. You quickly won him over though. Unlike the kids, you were far more mature and patient, and you didnāt actively break his tools or go off placing yourself in unnecessary danger, like a certain someone with pink puffball hairā¦ Another admirable quality you possessed was your sharp mind, and your ability to quickly grasp new concepts and actually be interested in things like science.
The first time Ratchet really noticed you was when he was struggling to decipher an unfamiliar set of code which had come into their possession regarding imperative intel. Despite applying the standard techniques to decipher the code, there was some sort of new trick that had been embedded in the code. As (Y/N) had watched the medic continuously failed to succeed, you had been watching closely, and had noticed the answer didnāt lie in breaking the code through conventional means, rather through a visual pattern. Your sharp eye and wit had spotted a pattern of certain colors and symbols, and after explaining this to Ratchet, the two of you were able to team up and crack the code.Ā
āRatchetā¦ Whatās actually going on? You seem upset at more than accidentally breaking something. You know you can tell me anything, right?ā You looked up at him, hoping the medic would let you help him. Primus, sheās onto me, Ratchet quickly finished picking up the broken mess on the floor, before turning towards (Y/N). āI appreciate your concern for me, I do, but I insist it was just a fleeting moment of frustration. Nothing more.ā Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, the comms system flashed and Optimus Primeās voice sounded over the audio āRatchet, we require your presence immediately. We are taking Decepticon-fire and Arcee is down!ā
His azure optics widened in surprise before turning to you. āIāll man the groundbridge. ā¦Be careful, otherwise I may throw a wrench at youā you had an ever-so-slight smile on your face, but your heart was still heavy as no one could ever foresee when things would go wrong. āI promise to return unharmedā Ratchet said softly, hoping that you wouldnāt fret too much over him, before powering up the groundbridge and speeding through in his alt-mode.Ā
As Ratchet sped through the swirling vortex of green and blue energy, his thoughts from earlier resurfaced. He had been replaying the moment you had first met, the first time you had touched servos/hands, the moments where he would place you on his shoulder as you both reviewed data and worked on projects.
The memory that was the source of his inner turmoil was the first time you kissed. You had shifted your weight on his shoulder and just planted one right on his lips. He could remember the rush of heat to his entire frame, something he had not experienced since his youth back on Cybertron, and that was a very long time ago. It wasnāt long after that you two had been intimate with one another, albeit it took a lot of learning on his part since you were both an organic and far smaller than him. The size difference didnāt bother him much, as he was very VERY creative. You were so vigorous, energetic, passionate, and youthfulā¦. And youth had long since surpassed Ratchet.
Ā He should be above silly things such as anxiety or doubt, but now he felt all of his confidence melt away as the thought of such a stunning and lively being as yourself, being held back by an old rust bucket with one pede in the well of Allsparks. The very idea of him disappointing you felt equivalent to losing a patient. Spark-crushing. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think some old bot like him could ever give you what you truly deserved from a partner. ā¦*PEW PEW* The resounding ringing of blaster fire pulled the medic out of his anxious self-pitying stupor, and into a battlefield before him.
Ratchet had only just exited the groundbridge, but he could already make out his fellow Autobots as they duked it out with various Decepticons and Vehicons. He had to focus, as he was here as a medic not a sniveling idiot. As his optics scanned the field for the injured Arcee, he saw the femme leaning against a large boulder, pinned down as she took cover from Vehicon blaster-fire.Ā
His white and scarlet armor glinted in the light of the sun, as he quickly made his way through the battlefield, being trailed by Optimus and Bumblebee as they provided coverfire. Ratchet was able to make it to Arcee, quickly scanning her to assess her injuries. āIām fine, Doc. Just a few scratches thatās all,ā the two-wheeler calmly stated. āEp-ep! Iām the medic and I will be the one to diagnose yāā Ratchet was interrupted by the sound of crackling electricity from behind. āNice of you to join the party, Ratchet!ā Ugh, not Knockout of all botsā¦ Ratchet thought, as he saw the ever-polished and buffed Decepticon standing a short distance from him. āKnockout, I am in no mood to deal with your incessant posturingā¦ā Ratchet drew his blasters as he glared at Knockout. āWell they do say bots get crankier as they age, huh? Perhaps youāre better suited as a doorstop at your age?ā the Decepticon medic cackled.Ā
Ratchet felt his energon boil and before anyone could realize, he charged at Knockout, optics wide with fury, āYouāll look like a doorstop once Iām through with you!!!ā Knockout was taken aback by the sudden vigor and frenzied rage from the Autobot medic, genuinely shocked as to what had gotten into him. āPRIMUS I didnāt know you could move that fast!ā Knockout ordered the surrounding Vehicons to begin firing at Ratchet, but was interrupted by opposing fire from Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Before Ratchet could reach him, Knockout quickly transformed and retreated along with the remaining Vehicons.Ā
Ratchet had no choice but to stop his charge, but his rage was not so easily quelled. He was boiling over with anger, HOW DARE HE INSULT ME LIKE THAT? HOW DARE HE ASSUMEā Ratchetās angry thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a large servo on his shoulder, and Optimusās voice. āOld friend, what has gotten into you? Why would you abandon your patient and charge after Knockout?ā Primeās face was full of concern for his long-time friend and confidant as this was out of character. The medicās rage began to subside, as he realized what a fool he had made of himself. āM-my apologies Optimus, I donāt know what came over me.ā Ratchet immediately went back over to Arcee and helped her onto her pedes, ashamed at his actions.Ā
Back at base, (Y/N) powered up the groundbridge after receiving the call from Optimus. You were still worried about Ratchet, as you had been struggling to think of what on earth he was so upset about. As the portal opened, the Autobots began to make their way through, including Ratchet who was assisting an annoyed Arcee into the base.
As you began to acknowledge everyoneās return, Bulkhead suddenly approached Ratchet, āWhat the scrap was that about?!ā Ratchetās optics briefly darted towards the wrecker, but as in usual fashion, the medic turned away and scoffed at the question, āThink nothing of it. Just stress from being engaged in combat.ā Despite being assisted by Ratchet, Arcee piped in with her concerns āBulkhead has a point, Ratchet. You lost it at whatever Knockout said to you. What gives?ā
Growing increasingly frustrated with the sudden interrogation, Ratchet snaps his helm around āIāve already told you that it was inconsequential. Now let me proceed with scanning you for injuries and move on!ā The tension in the room couldāve been cut with a knife as the rest of the group falls silent, and no one presses the matter further. Standing at the controls, you were taken aback by Ratchetās behavior, as this was severely out of character for your normally patient, if a bit sassy-medic. But you remained silent as you watched Arcee begrudgingly allow Ratchet to assess her.Ā
It wasnāt long before Arcee returned to the main area of the base, being cleared of any injuries by Ratchet, but you noticied that he had yet to reappear. Normally the only other area on base you could find Ratchet would be in one of the back storerooms which usually housed various supplies. You quietly made your way through the halls, the faint sound of something falling making you hone in on one particular room. The motion-sensors on the door allowed you entry into the storeroom, and you quickly spotted Ratchet with his back turned against one of the shelves. It felt as if you were walking on glass as you approached him, ā...Ratchet? Youāre really starting to worry me. Can you please, pleaseā¦ tell me what is wrong?āĀ
ā...Iām sorry, (Y/N) for worrying you. That is the last thing I would want to do to youā Ratchet replied, but his back remained turned away from you. You approached him and closed the door behind you. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his heel in a hug, hoping your touch would comfort him āI know. But Ratchetā¦. You are hurting yourself by holding in.. whatever it is thatās making you act this way. Weāve been through too much for you to shut yourself off from me.ā A heavy sigh escaped from the medicās vents and he shifted his frame to look at you.
As you briefly stepped back, he knelt down to move his faceplate closer to your level, āYou deserve to know of courseā¦ You deserve better. ā¦Perhaps if I was in a different field of medical training, I would be better suited to explain myself, so I shall try my best.ā He took a deep breath, clearly struggling āIāve been concerned that I may not be the mech best suited for you.āĀ
You stood before him frozen as you struggle to process his words, ā...Come again?ā Ratchet felt as if someone were twisting a blade in his gut, but continued, āI meant that you deserve the best. You are so kind and full of life and vigor, and I am perhaps too old to provide you with what a younger mech could.ā He canāt bear to meet your gaze any longer, and turns his face away from you in shame. He is shocked to feel a brief sting on his helm, looking back to see you holding a small wrench in your hands. āHopefully that will knock some sense back into youā your eyes were welling-up with tears as you dropped the wrench.
āYou really think your age would change how I feel for you? You think I would care what anyone, bot or con or human has to say about it?ā You approach Ratchet and gently place your hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his optics, āRatchet, you are the only man for me. So what if youāre mature and full of experience? Youāre my one and only and donāt ever think otherwise.ā You lean in and plant a deep and sweet kiss against his cool lips.Ā
It felt like time stood still as he looked at your beautiful face. Your warm lips were like fireworks as you pressed them to his, How can she be this perfect? How do I deserve her? Ratchetās mind swirled as you pulled away from him, feeling a gentle brush as he swiped a tear from your eye with a servo, ā(Y/N), please forgive me for putting you through such torment. Iā¦ I was insecure about many things. I still wonder if I am truly capable of fulfilling all of your needs.ā
You stepped forward and kissed him again, albeit with a little more heat. You raised an eyebrow as you pulled away, a devilish grin playing on your lips, āYou have always fulfilled my every need. You could always test how well youāre able to please meā¦?ā The look in your eyes and tone in your voice was easy for the medic to decipher. He felt his frame heat up and his engine rev, ā...I suppose I can run a fewā¦ tests to see the results.ā He gave you a half-cocked smirk before gently scooping you into his servo and setting you on one of the upper shelves, before showering your neck and collarbone in sensual kisses.Ā
Primus, hopefully no unlucky soul needed any supplies from that roomā¦
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Hey girl your writing is AMAZING and so CHEFS KISS.
Could you please write an NSFW of Isaac and listener on listeners birthday? (Tots not my birthday š«£) and Isaac being the dominant one and all š¤
Happy (belated) birthday. I hope you had a lovely day. Thank you for the request!
Birthday Gift (NSFW)
Isaac Rhoades x Reader
The door to the bedroom falls shut silently. Isaac is on you in an instant, cupping your cheeks and connecting his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The gentleness he pours into his movements catches you off guard, not expecting the infinite care you feel in his touch when the heat between you two is so palpable.
Isaac has been teasing you with soft squeezes and lingering lips all day, riling you up until you could not take any more and demanded that he follow up on his whispered promises. After all, it is incredibly unfair to tease you like that on your birthday. Judging by the tent in his slacks, he has run out of patience as well.
Slowly, he backs you towards your shared bed, keeping his lips locked with yours. His steps are slow and measured. He seemingly has all the time in the world to guide you backwards as if caught in a dance, until your legs hit the bedpost and a moan escapes you, muffled by his lips.
Your eagerness makes Isaac smirk. āI think youāll like the surprise I have for you,ā he whispers, looking at you with dark eyes. His pupils are blown wide with lust, the sight of his already disheveled state causing a thrill of excitement to shoot through you. With his gentle push against your shoulder, you fall onto the bed.
Isaac ravishes you so well, that the knot in your stomach tightens just thinking about what he will do to you.
āIs it really a surprise though?ā you tease, backing up on the bed to lay on the mattress properly. āI already know what youā you willāā Isaac smiles mischievously before joining you on the bed, propping himself up to lean over you, his face mere inches from yours. His closeness and the intensity of his gaze make you stumble over your words, suddenly nervous. His proximity has that effect on you, especially when you can feel his soft breath fawning across your face.
āYes?ā he tilts his head to purr into your ear. āWhen you already know what?ā
āWhen Iāā you begin, caught off by his mouth on your neck. He places open-mouthed kisses against your sensitive skin, one of his hands finding itself tangled in your hair while the other trails down your clothed chest, teasing you with soft touches. When Isaac finds the spot that has you squirming under him, he nibbles on it, encouraged further by the moan that escapes you. āWhenāā He sucks on it gently, making you lose your train of thought again. Isaac moves his lips to your pulse point, humming in satisfaction at your elevated heartbeat against them.
āWhen you what, Pickle?ā he asks, ceasing to leave marks on you for a moment to raise his head and look into your hazy eyes. The pleasure clouding your thoughts was his doing, and he took pride in seeing you so undone beneath him. So needy for him. He places a knee in between your legs, nudging them further apart.
āFuck,ā you curse, exhaling shakily as his movement went straight to your core. āWhen I know what youāll do next,ā you finish. That idea was already disproven. You werenāt used to Isaac being quite so teasing.
āOh,ā he says, amusement coloring his tone as he bends down to pepper kisses on your face, āand you think Iām only going to do the usual and fuck you into the mattress until there are no thoughts left in that beautiful head of yours? On your special day at that? Not a chance.ā His filthy words contrast so starkly with his soft kisses that you canāt help but blush, but before you can look away, his fingers take hold of your chin, gently forcing you to keep looking at him. āToday is all about you. I will take my time.ā
āIsaac,ā you whine, not at all interested in the drawn-out teasing he has just promised you. The need burning within you makes you buck your hips against his knee, running your fingers through his hair and pulling just the way he likes to make his resolve crumble. āCome on, just fuck me already.ā
In a heartbeat, Isaac pins your wrists above your head, chuckling at the pout you give him. āNone of that,ā he says, kissing and sucking on your neck again. āI want you to stay still and relax for me. You donāt need to do anything right now, alright? Can you do that for me?ā
His lips on your skin make your eyes flutter shut. āYeah,ā you breathe, resigned to your fate and battling your impatience in favor of just feeling the moment and enjoying Isaacās touch. It is significantly harder to suppress the urge to wrap your arms around his neck, scratching his back as you turn into putty under his hands.Ā
āGood,ā he praises between kisses, āso good for me. So Good. I love you.ā His touch trails from your wrists down your arms, moving slowly across your neck until Isaac reaches your chest, working the buttons of your shirt open with skilled fingers.Ā
His words of praise make you shudder, pleasure coiling within you as your shirt falls open and Isaac kisses a trail down your chest until he reaches your stomach. āLoveā Love you too,ā you sigh, trying not to move your hips against him.Ā
Isaac teases you relentlessly, making you squirm as he caresses your hips with a touch so feather-light it could be imaginary. āI thought I told you to hold still,ā he says with a smirk, looking up at you as he places another kiss against your lower belly, hands brushing along your inner thighs in a movement that has you whining in frustration.
āAnd I thought you wanted to surprise me with a birthday gift,ā you say breathlessly, glancing at Isaac kneeling between your spread legs, the sight alone making your mouth water. His hands are still resting on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles into the hollow of your inner thighs. āYou are torturing me instead! Come on, please.ā
He raises an eyebrow, hands freezing their motion. āTorturing you?ā he asks in feigned disbelief, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone. You moan quietly. āWe canāt have that now, can we?ā Isaac smiles darkly at you. āSpread your legs, then. Further.ā
It takes him less than a minute to be buried to the hilt inside of you, stretching you so deliciously it makes you mewl. He barely gives you time to adjust before moving, picking up the pace immediately. āShit, Isaacāā you gasp, moans tumbling from your lips as he snaps his hips against yours, filling you up and stretching you out.
āIsnāt that what you wanted?ā he groans, placing his hand on your stomach and pressing down slightly, feeling himself move inside of you. āDidnāt you want me to fuck you like this? Were you not begging for it? Well, Iām sure you feel me now.āĀ
You hold onto his arms, trying to anchor yourself through the brutal pace he sets in rolling his hips against yours. āYes,ā you breathe, your grip tightening as he hits a spot that makes your toes curl. āYes, right there. Please.ā
Isaac stops moving and you nearly sob in frustration. He reaches toward something by his side and tilts forward, towering over you. āI told you not to move, I believe,ā he says darkly, pinning your wrists above your head again. āGuess Iāll have to use my tie to keep you where I want you.ā
You glance upwards, watching him wrap his tie around your wrists. The sight of the red fabric tying you up makes your breath hitch, eyes falling shut briefly to savor the feeling of it against your skin, Isaac himself trapping you beneath him. You will never be able to look at that tie without thinking about him inside you again.
āIs this alright?ā he whispers suddenly, your eyes opening again to gaze at the soft expression on his face. āNot too tight? How do you feel?ā
The genuine concern in his eyes makes your heart melt, warmth spreading across your chest that has nothing to do with the heat curling in your stomach. Isaac makes you feel safe and sometimes that thought alone is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You trust him with all of you, and you know he does the same. āPerfect,ā you answer, smiling brightly at him. There is so much you want to tell him, your heart already overflowing with affection for him. Still, you settle on a teasing, āBut Iād feel better if you kissed me right now.āĀ
He complies because of course he does, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss you deeply. One of his hands moves to your thigh, shifting it to spread your legs apart before his cock claims you again.
The new angle allows him to reach further into you, tearing even more moans from you as you slowly succumb to the rising tide of pleasure. Isaac increases the pace, fucking into you faster as he can feel your thighs trembling against his sides.Ā
āYouāre doing so well,ā he says, breaking the kiss to murmur against the skin of your cheek. āBeautiful. Youāre so beautiful, I wish you could see yourself like this. All fucked outā just for me. Youāre mine. Mine.āĀ
āIsaacāā you moan, feeling yourself reaching your peak of pleasure, āIām gonnaā I need toā please!ā
He grabs your waist, keeping it steady as he moves his cock inside you with renewed vigor. āMe too,ā he pants, placing his lips on yours again, āItās alright, let go. Come for me, beautiful. Thatās it. Happy Birthday.ā
You shudder against him as your high crashes over you, gasping his name as you come on his cock. Isaac bucks his hips a few more times, following soon after with a cry of pure bliss. He pants heavily for a few moments, pulling out slowly before reaching up and freeing your hands from his tie.Ā
Lying down next to you, he observes your heaving chest for a moment. āHow are you feeling?ā he asks, taking your hand and massaging the spot where his tie had dug into your skin.
āGood. Thank you,ā you answer, leaning your forehead against his. āA very special birthday gift, Isaac. You outdid yourself.ā
He chuckles, his hand coming to rest on your hip again. āCatch your breath, Pickle. The day isnāt over yet.ā
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All Nightāknj (m)
pairing ā namjoon x reader (f. reader)
genre ā college!au; brotherās best friend!au; strangers to lovers; smut; one-shot
summary ā when your brother bails on you, you have to find another way to entertain yourself for the night and Kim Namjoon just so happens to be a great company.
rating ā +18
warnings ā alcohol consumption; flirting; sexual tension; the reader and Namjoon are shameless; explicit smut: consent king!Namjoon, a bit of thigh riding, nipple play, fingering, oral (f. and brief m. receiving), spit kink, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, marking, light choking, begging, protected sex, multiple orgasms, cumshot, cum eating
word count ā 12k (yeah, well. what can i say š)
estimated reading time ā 30 minutes
notes ā ok, so. i know i said i would upload this yesterday, but i got caught up with work and wasn't able to edit it one last time like i intended, and i hope it's ok that i'm dropping it now instead š„ŗ
noteĀ² ā also, this took so much longer than it should have, and itās huge š iām so sorry yāall, but i swear itās pure filth, the smut is just ridiculously long bc i donāt have any ounce of self control lmao š«£
noteĀ³ ā ok, i'll let you get to it, now š„°
crossposted ā read on ao3
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As the good sister you are, you hate Jimin most of the time.
The sparse moments in which you feel love for your brother are the only downside of going long enough without seeing him, because you start to forget why Jimin studying on the other side of the country is actually crucial for your relationship. Recently, for example, you've been missing him, and that's not something you can just let happen.
So, when your boss sent you to Seoul to attend a handful of meetings during the week, you took the opportunity to meet up with your brother for the first time since he got into college and make new oh-so-sweet memories with Jimin so you can go on with not missing him for another semester or so.
The club he chose is far from the hotel your company paid for, but it's been a minute since you last toured Seoul's alluring night, so you decide to walk. You spot the large mono. neon sign Jimin described around thirty minutes later, and you quickly step out of the chilly night into the club's cozy interior.
You fish for your phone inside your purse, messaging a simple im here to your brother before finding your way to the bar. You hop onto one of the empty stools, smoothing the fabric of your pants and adjusting your cute top that is slightly hiked up from your walking.
You order a beer to start the night, and with its bitterness coating your tongue, you turn around to take in the environment. You have to admit Jimin was right about this place. Although really crowded, it feels comfortable; the dim lightning casting a cozy veil over the bodies pressed together on the dance floor, the playlist good and loud enough to soothe any thoughts that might threaten a good night out.
[10:31] baby j š: on my way
Upon reading his response, you can't contain the large smile that betrays your anxiety. It finally hits you how long it has been since you last saw your brother. You don't even know what color his hair is now, how he's enjoying his first semester, if he found another apartment, if he got that job he told you about last month.
Aren't you supposed to know these things? God, you're a terrible older sister.
āHey! What's up, noona?ā A deep voice calls beside you, startling you a bit.
You turn, catching sight of a tall man greeting the bartender before he slides onto the stool next to yours.
After you take a quick look at him, you find yourself blinking back a couple times, simply unable to divert your attention: you've never seen such a fine man in your life.
As he leans over the counter, his broad torso is evident even through his shirt, large shoulders making him seem way too big for that stool. And his thighs?! Those thick ā thick ā thighs. You could die a happy woman between them, almost drooling when he spreads his legs to make himself comfortable.
āI'll just have the usual!ā He orders, prompting a nod in response.
You know you're ogling, but fuck if this man isn't just perfect.
He pushes his hair back, long fingers tangling in his black locks in an failed attempt to clear the strands off his eyes, but in a successful endeavor to make you suck in a breath. Your attention falls to his lips ā plump rosy lips that shine once he wets them with the tip of his tongue.
You tilt up, finding his dark almond-shaped eyes ā piercing back directly at you.
You tense a little under his scrutiny, but you don't turn away, holding his gaze as you sip your beer.
āYou know it's rude to stare, right?ā He teases, making you smile immediately.Ā
Thing is: you are a Park, so flirting was like second nature to you. There's no scenario in which you dismiss this perfect lead he just gave you.
Besides, Jimin tends to be late, right? Yeah, he said he was on his way, sure, but who knows if he won't go to his place to freshen up before coming to meet you or something ā what could be so bad about entertaining this beautiful man by your side?
āOh, I'm sorry. Youāre gorgeous, so itās easy to get distracted.ā He snickers, not expecting your response but definitely enjoying it. āBut it's ok, Iāll let you stare back so we're even. Here, let me make it easier for you.ā
You wiggle your body so you're facing him, closing your eyes playfully.
But he keeps his eyes locked in your face, as he's already regarded you before making his way to the bar. He noticed you when you approached the stool. He noticed the way your pants hug your legs just well enough for him to be able to delineate your figure. He noticed how really fucking cute your top is, loving how it bares the skin of your neck for him to picture how nice it would be to taint the soft flesh.Ā
You are hot, and Namjoon is a practical man, so he was already trying to read you, maybe wait a bit to see if you came with someone, if your body language was inviting or reclusive.
What eventually pushed him to come over was the way your face lit up when you smiled at your phone and he found himself grinning in response.
So now, even with your eyes shut, and your body closer for him to shamelessly gawk at, it's your smile that he's focused on.
āSo?ā You open your eyes again.
He cocks his head, regarding you.
āI like your earrings.ā He taunts, and you scoff in feigned offense.
āThat's your review?ā
The bartender shows up again, placing a bottle of soju and a single glass in front of the man, who pours a dose for himself before drinking it.
He looks at you, all pretty and pouty, and grins before he's leaning in.
āI think Iād like to paint you, princess.ā When did his voice become so husky? āIs that something you'd be interested in?ā
This close, he catches the goosebumps that crawl up your arms, but your reply is unaffected.
āWell, how good of a painter are you, baby?āĀ
You can feel his hot breath fanning your jaw.
āI'd say I'm really good, but it really depends on you.ā
āWhat about me.ā
He shifts back to his prior position, a smirk on his face.
āIf you behave.ā
āAnd if I don't?ā He drags his tongue over his lip.
āThen thatās even better.ā
āThen I'm definitely interested, baby.ā
He shoots you a shit-eating grin. God, are those fucking dimples?
āWell, what is your review?ā
āUhm, I like your lips. Almost want to know what they taste like.ā
āAlmost?ā
āOf course! Need to know if you're a good boy first.ā You say, matter-of-factly, tilting your head to finish your beer.
His eyes follow your body when you reach for another glass over the counter. āI also think a bottle of soju seems like a lot for one person.ā
Damn, you are hot.
āWell, I'm a big guy.ā He says, but pours it in your cup nonetheless.
āI can surely see that.ā You huff, making him laugh.
āI'm Namjoon, by the way.ā
You introduce yourself, taking the hand he extends to you.
The feeling of his large palm enveloping yours take your mind to other places. Places where that same hand is running up your legs, reaching for your zipper and slipping inside yourā
āYou're here alone?ā
Before you can respond, your phone vibrates over at the counter, and you reach for it, checking a new message in your brother's chat.
āGimme a sec.ā
[10:47] baby j š: im rly rly sorry, sth came up, wont be able to make it tn
[10:47] you: You alright?
[10:48] baby j š: yeah
[10:48] you: Then why cant you come?
[10:49] baby j š: ā¦
[10:49] baby j š: i met up w this really cute guy from my class and i wanna fuck him
[10:50] you: You bailing on me to fuck???
[10:51] baby j š: im so so sorry š„ŗ
[10:51] you: No you aint š”
[10:52] baby j š: my bad lol
[10:53] baby j š: gtg tho, see u tmrw
āYou ok?ā Namjoon asks, as soon as you finish your glass of soju after sending Jimin a bunch of angry face emojis.
You realize you're frowning, and immediately ease the scowl on your face.
āYeah. My brother just stood me up.ā
āShit. I'm sorry.ā
āIt's ok.ā
Namjoon is quiet for a second.
āSo you're leaving?ā
You honestly thought Jimin would take longer to piss you off this time, but when you meet Namjoon's uncertain eyes, you can't really feel too bad about yourself right now. You smile mischievously.Ā
āGiving up already? Oh baby, I thought you could hold up.ā You pout.
āI would never even think of leaving you unsatisfied.ā The grin returns to his face, where it belongs. āBesides, who would I share my soju with?ā
You pretend to search around the club.
āThere are plenty of people here.ā
āI'm sure of it, but thereās this beautiful girl whoās talking big to me and looks awfully uncomfortable in her clothes and I happen to be a very good boy who just wants to help her out of them.ā
āDidnāt think of you as the romantic type.ā
āWhat can I say, Iām as sweet as they come.ā
āThen what do you say I help you finish this bottle before you give me a hand, sweet boy?ā
āSounds good to me.ā
āJust one thing, though.ā He turns to you, attentive. āSweet isnāt really my thing. I like it rough.ā You wink.
āDamn, princess.ā He chuckles. āI like you.ā
Namjoon prided himself on being a good flirt. He liked to take his sweet time with his partners, teasing and instigating in such a way that any fleeting touch would ignite the skin.
But you? You were humbling him.
Barely two cups into the bottle, he decided to take you to dance. He assumed that having his hands on your thighs, gripping your hips, and his lips brushing gently over your neck would help to shut that witty mouth of yours, but as you keep grinding your ass on his cock he finds himself guiding you closer, spellbound by the way your body frames his.
Namjoon's thoughts are clouded by your hips, the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips turning him the fuck on, making him feel like a horny teenager.
A thin layer of sweat covers your bodies, the loud music a mere excuse for you two to keep pressing into each other.
Namjoon can hear your shaky breaths as you turn a bit on his hold, lips nearing his ear as you nib lightly at the flesh ā which, paired with the way your fingers grab his hair, is enough to prompt a quiet moan out of his plumpy lips, one that you wouldnāt have listen werenāt you so close to him.
He should be ashamed of how fast heās giving in, but he honestly doesnāt give a fuck. He just wants more. So he lets you do as you please ā even if just for now.
Namjoon leisurely rolls his pelvis on your ass, large palms coming up to circle your waist and itās his turn to listen to the pretty whine you give him. Namjoon closes his eyes, trying to focus.
āWanna kiss you so bad, babe. Can I kiss you?ā
You nod immediately and Namjoon wastes no time in grabbing your hand in his and quickly guiding you out of the dance floor, cutting through the sea of bodies with clear purpose.
You two make your way to a hall near what you assume is the backdoor of the club, poorly illuminated but also a bit more quiet.
Namjoon gently pushes you towards the wall, your back meeting its cold surface. The way he stares at you resembles nothing the sweet eyes you met at the bar ā now dark with lust, nothing short of intimidating.
And you would be lying if you said that didnāt spur a heat below your belly.
āAre we allowed to be back here?ā A coy smile crosses Namjoonās face.
āThatās what you're thinking right now?ā
āWhat should I be thinking, sweet boy?ā
A huffed laugh passes his lips, and Namjoon steps closer. One of his arms comes to rest near your face.
āIn a good ass excuse for the show you pulled back there.ā His low register sends a shiver down your spine.
On second thought? Maybe you shouldnāt have teased him that much, butā ah, who are you kidding?
āThing is, babe, Iām not sorry.ā
Namjoon shakes his head, taking a step closer.
With his body so near, youāre suddenly hyper aware of everything. You close your eyes when his breathing ghosts over your skin, feeling goosebumps trail over your arms.
You wait for his next action. You wait for a touch or a reprimand, but it never comes.
Wait.
He didnātā¦ leave you, did he?
Youāre mortified for a second, but as if sensing your distress Namjoon brings his fingertips to graze over your sides. The sudden touch startles you a bit.
When his hands reach your upper arm, you hear him let out a sharp, frustrated breath, prompting you to open your eyes.
āYou are fucking beautiful.ā
You want to reciprocate his praise, but the words seem lost in your throat. This close you feel drunk on his beauty, dazed by his full, sinful lips and intoxicated by his heat as your bodies orbit each other.
Are you imagining him?
Namjoonās hand continues to travel up your body, stopping at your jaw.
The pad of his thumb traces your chin, reaching your bottom lip and slowly pulling it off of your anxious bite, soothing the flesh in a tender movement.
āCan I kiss you?ā He asks again, tone serious.
You smile.
āAt this point, you better.ā
And so he does, plumpy lips touching yours with surprising tenderness while his hands rest on your neck. You are taken aback by his softness, not reacting for a second before pulling him closer to bathe in his warmth.
The kiss unwinds all the tension off of you, replacing it with lust. The docility of his actions makes them hypnotic, your mind disoriented with his skin grazing yours ā but youāve never been a patient woman.
You slide your hands through his chest, trailing his defined torso before grabbing his shirt in your fists. You break the kiss and he lifts an eyebrow in question.
āThought I told you sweet isnāt really my thing, big boy.ā
Namjoon chuckles. āSo impatient.ā
This time Namjoon smashes your lips together, kissing you with hunger.
He presses you further against the wall and you stumble with his eagerness, a satisfied hum leaving your throat.
His hands explore your body, going through your neck, your shoulders, your hips and then your ass, grabbing a handful and giving it a hard squeeze.
He opens your mouth with his, and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. His breath is ragged when he slips his tongue inside, and you two take barely a second to match each other's rhythm.
You suck the soju's sweetness off his tongue, and he drinks the bitter memory of your beer. Forget the alcohol ā he's the one inebriating your thoughts.
You feel every inch of his body, pressed flush against his broad torso as his waist smoothly drags over yours, making it almost impossible for you to keep your whiny sounds down your throat.
You make no effort, on the other hand, to resist the urge to bite his pillowy flesh, nibbing with maybe more force than you should, but grinning in satisfaction when you earn a sweet groan in response.
You entangle your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies closer in a desperate attempt to get more of him, and he seems just as insatiable, slithering his arms behind your back to press your fronts.
Namjoon breaks the kiss, but he gives you no time to complain before you feel his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting between licks over the sweaty skin.
Your hands find purchase on his hair, grabbing his locks with force as arousal gushes out of you.
Namjoon's determined to mark all over your neck. After he sucks a hickey on the spot between your ear and your jaw, you just fucking know he's sporting the smuggest smile at the way his actions shove the prettiest of yelps out of you.
He levels his face with yours, but avoids your lips when you try to resume the kiss.Ā
āYouāre awfully quiet, baby girlā he points out when you frown āhave nothing smart to say?ā
āHow about fuck you?ā
āI plan on it, donāt worry.ā A cocky grin takes his lips. āAnd although you look gorgeous trying to be in control, I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how good Iām making you feel, baby.ā
He doesnāt really give you an option when he slots his leg between yours, large thigh pressing up your core and pushing an audible whimper out of you. The sound makes Namjoon grab a handful of your ass and use it to grind you along his thigh ā his fucking thigh.
You grab the back of his head, pulling him to you as you smother his lips with yours, but this time Namjoon eats all your moans, feasting on the sounds you so obediently grant him.
Youāre bathing in each otherās heat and with a particularly delicious roll of your hips, your core brushes on his growing bulge. You suck in a breath, parting with the kiss to learn how to breathe again.
āLook at youā his tone is laced with lust āriding my thigh like a good girl.ā
Fuck, you're so damn horny, and you've barely done anything. The fuck is up with you? It scares you how you know you'd promptly fold if Namjoon asked you too, just to have that cock drilling inside you.
So you just hum weakly, apparently forgetting how to fucking speak.
āWhat was it again? That you called me before?ā he asks, returning to slide your clothed core over his strong legs again, loving the way you look getting off on his thigh āOh, right. What happened with all the filth you were saying before, sweet girl?ā
You swallow. This man is fucking challenging you. You have to get your shit together.
āNamjoonāā you moan his name out āIāmā¦ Iām so fucking wet right now.ā
āYeah?ā His Adam's apple bobs in his throat.
āYeah, Namjoon, my panties are fucking soaked.ā
āShit. Thatās it, wanna hear you losing it.ā
Namjoon wants you so bad. He can feel the warmth of your core rubbing against him, and he can only imagine the growing stain in your panties, the desire of licking you clean the only thing in his mind. He wants to know how you look when you cum, and he just knows it'll be the prettiest fucking thing.
āI can feel how hard you are for me.ā Your shaky voice makes him growl.
āYeah, sweet girl?ā Thatās his new favorite pet name, the only thing he wants leaving his mouth.
You close your lips on his neck, moaning against his skin when you lick up his throat, a salty taste coating your tongue.
āI havenāt evenāā you falter, intensifying your movements to touch his covered cock with each raise of your hips āI haven't even touched you yet, big boy. If I lose control, you sure you can keep it?ā
You suck a purple stain on his pulse point, nibbing at it softly and rolling your eyes back over the grunts he pours on your ears.
Your hand slides between your bodies, fingers ghosting over his cock. Namjoon chuckles darkly.
āYou're such a tease.ā
āAnd what you gonna do about it, big boy?ā You murmur on his skin.
Before Namjoon can answer, though, a high giggle echoes through the corridor.
You both turn, startled by the sound.
A couple stumble its way into the corner, in a messy make out session that delays their realization that they aren't alone.Ā
āDo you live close?ā You ask Namjoon, breathe steadying when the two of you understand the couple doesnāt really mind the audience.
āYeah.ā He says, non-committal.
āCan we maybe go to your place?ā You suggest, unsure if he's comfortable with it.
Namjoon turns his attention back to you, and his lips curve up into the most gentle smile you've ever seen.
āIf you want to.ā
You nod, mirroring his smile.
Namjoon adjusts himself in his pants, trying to be as comfortable as one can be with a painfully hard cock in tight fitting slacks.
You take the cue to soothe your own clothing and Namjoon can't help when his cute smile turns into a full on smirk upon seeing the evidence of his hands on your crumpled outfit.
He takes your hand in his when you both are relatively presentable, and once again leads you through the club, this time aiming for the exit.
Turns out, Namjoon isn't a good boy at all.
The whole ride to his apartment his hand was planted on your thigh, caressing softly without ever breaching your inner thigh or skirting higher ā it was as innocent as it possibly could be.
Yet you were squirming and fidgeting the whole trip as his voice, enveloped in the most vulgar desire, whispered the most filthy promises on your ear, shooting arousal all the way down to your now sticking panties.
Promises of making you cum on his tongue, of fucking you senseless with your face on his mattress ā of painting you with his cum tonight.
By the time the car finally stopped at his place, you felt your knuckles sore from clutching the fabric of your pants.
Not that he was unaffected. Namjoon could dirty talk you all he wanted, it didn't change the fact that you saw the way his cock twitched and how he was restlessly shifting in his seat whenever you played into his little scenarios.
Although, in hindsight, saying you wanted to be stuffed full of him wasn't the best idea, because the quiet groan he spilled in your ear did nothing to placate your own aching pussy.
The warmth of his palm is familiar at this point as he takes your hand to climb the flights of stairs to his place. Namjoon quietly fishes for his keys and, before opening the door, he looks at you, smiling softly and making you smile too.
When you both are inside his apartment, you wet your lips, anticipating his kiss. But Namjoon misses the action, too preoccupied with taking off his shoes and jacket and politely asking for you to do the same at the entrance.
His long legs stride towards the kitchen, and you almost assume heās nervous when he fumbles with his cabinets, picking up two glasses.
You frown and, slowly following after him, you hop up on the stool by the counter, across from him.Ā
āNamjoon.ā
āYeah.ā He fills the cups with water, placing them between you two and finally returning your gaze.
āDo you still wanna fuck?ā
Namjoon huffs out a laugh. āYes. I definitely still wanna fuck you.ā His eyebrows knit together. āWhy? Donāt you?ā
āI do. But I kinda expected you to have, you know, thrown me against the wall or something by now.ā
āI might still do that. Just wanna talk for a bit, make sure youāre sober and all.ā He explains, reaching for his cup, and you mimic his motion, soothing the dryness of your throat.Ā
āWellā you ponder āI honestly feel a bit tipsy, but Iām conscious.ā
āDo you want some time to be sure?ā
āNah, Iām sure.ā He nods. āAre you drunk?ā
āNot really.ā Namjoon presses his lips into a tight line, before saying: āI also wanna know your limits.ā
āMy limits?ā
āYeah, I wanna know what you donāt like.ā
āOhā you huff out a laugh, dumbfounded āthatās nice. You seriously ask that to everyone you hook up with?ā
āI like to.ā
āOkay, uhmā¦ā you sip your water. āIām not really into degradation and, although I said I like it rough, I would appreciate it if you didnāt hit me or anything.ā He nods, waiting for you to continue. āI also donāt feel comfortable with ass stuff. Oh, and do you have condoms?ā
āYes.ā
āThen I think thatās it. Maybe just donāt try anything freaky before telling me?ā
āSure, no problem.ā
āWhat about you?ā He cocks his head to the side, considering you for a second.
āThere isn't much I'm not willing to do, honestly, so really? Just donāt want you to lie or fake stuff. I want you to tell me if Iām doing something wrong.ā
āI can do that.ā
Namjoon rounds the counter, stopping in front of you before helping you stand.
āUp.ā He commands, head tilting in the direction of the counter, and you jump to sit on it.
āThereās only one problem.ā You say, guiding him between your legs.
āWhat?ā
āIām soaking wet right now.ā
āThat canāt be comfortable.ā He traces soft circles on your thighs.
āIt isnāt. And itās your fault, big boy.ā You pout.
Namjoon sucks his lower lip between his teeth, dark lust cloaking his eyes.
He gets closer, hands coming to your ass and squeezing it.
āBut Iāve barely done anything.ā
āIām painfully aware of that.ā You whine, seeking more contact.
āAre you normally that impatient, baby?ā
āDo you normally take this damn long to fuck someone?ā
He chuckles.
āYou sure you can take it if Iām rough with you, princess?ā
āYou sure you can be rough with me, sweet boy? Cause youāve been all talk and noāā
He smashes his mouth against yours before you could finish.
Namjoonās lips seem like velvet on yours ā despite the pressure, despite the thirst with which he drinks you up. He moves his lips in a way that almost feels like too much, like you wonāt be able to take it, but the taste of lust coats your mouth so deeply that youāre intoxicated.
His hands memorize your body, grabbing your neck to tilt your head to the side before you open your mouth to meet his hot tongue, flicking it with yours.
You explore his mouth, happy to swallow all of his breathy groans as Namjoon tightens his grip on your ass, pulling you to drag on his bulge and grunting at the feeling, your body gasoline to his fire.
He can barely concentrate on the kiss, and youāre not much better, the initial eagerness developing into a sloppy make out session ā fuck technic, how can one focus when Namjoonās cock is so deliciously rubbing against you?
He starts to kiss down your jaw, wet lips tracing your sensitive flesh, taking your neck as his canvas.
You couldn't be more thankful for not having any more meetings to attend until being back to Busan, because you definitely don't own enough makeup to hide the purple marks he leaves behind.Ā
He cups your boob, squeezing it in a way that has you parting your lips in a whimper.
āFuck princess, youāre so responsive.ā
His palm slithers beneath your shirt, caressing the soft flesh of your stomach before he tugs your top off.
āTake this off for me, baby.ā He commands, voice low in your ear as he brushes the thin lace of your bra.
And you obey, unclasping it and letting it fall somewhere near your top.
You're not ashamed or timid in the slightest when you lean back on the counter to let him take in as much as he wants from you, a tiny smirk crossing your lips. Your confidence makes Namjoon crazy, but you can't help it. You feel so hot under his gaze, you could let this man do anything to you.
āYouāre so fucking gorgeous. Like, honestly, what the fuck.ā You giggle.
āCome back here then, sweet boy.ā
He kisses down your body, from your neck to your collarbone before he finally reaches your tits.
He closes his mouth around you, swirling his tongue around your nipple as his thumb finds your other breast, flicking over your hard nub and eliciting a loud cry out of your pretty lips. Namjoon seriously feels like he could drown in your sweet sounds.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging a handful and making him groan, vibration reverberating all through your chest.
A string of saliva attaches his lips to your tits as he peppers down kisses between the valley of your chest to regard your other boob, latching onto your nipple and taking his hand to smear the wetness he left behind.
The tip of his tongue licks your nipple, and you buck into his hips.
āFuck, Namjoon, Iā¦ I love your mouth.ā You pant.
āLove your tits.ā
And he certainly makes you feel so.
Your head falls back when his hand cups your pussy over your pants. The elongated moan you grace him with makes him pull your waistband, quickly undoing your buttons.
You suck in a breath when his hand slips inside your panties, and the groan that leaves his throat is borderline painful as he finally feels you ā his fingertips slightly spreading your folds as your slick coats him.Ā
āDamn, baby, youāre dripping.ā He says, breaking the pattern of kisses on your tits to look at your face.
āI fucking told you.ā
āIs all this for me?ā
āYeah, baāā your words turn into a whine when his middle finger presses down your clit.
He chuckles, and you clench around nothing.
Namjoon feels like he's dreaming, seeing your head tilted back, your eyes closed shut as you squirm on his finger.
He pushes one digit inside your aching pussy, and you sob. Your wetness paired with the warmth of your walls pushes a moan out of his mouth, electricity going straight to his dick and coaxing him to push another finger inside ā his mind spiraling as he imagines how your pussy will feel like around his cock.
āGood girl, soaking my fingers.ā
Namjoonās attention is locked on your face, gauging your reactions carefully.
āShit, baby, that's itā you shudder when his fingertips find your g-spot, and he starts to hit it restlessly, your walls sucking him in.
You feel your breath scaping your lungs. Although Namjoonās hand is somewhat restrained by your pants ā which he didnāt mind taking off ā the stretch of his fingers inside of you is maddening.
He's slowly working you up, heat coursing through your body and all the way to your scalp, the obscene sounds dripping from you only spurring you on.
You start to struggle to support yourself, feeling weaker by the minute, so you grab his upper arms, in an attempt to steady yourself. When you open your eyes, youāre met with deep, dark lust.
āI want to eat you out.ā He says, and you feel like youāre going to pass out.
āFucking god.ā
āWould you like that, baby?ā
āYes, baby, fuckā you moan.
āTell me you want it.ā
Can't he tell by the way your chest is rising and falling at an almost concerning speed?
āI wanna feel that pretty mouth of yours in my pussy, Namjoon.ā
He groans before his hand leaves your cunt and helps you down the counter.
You two stumble your way to his bedroom. Namjoon's arms hug you tightly against him as your hands pull his hair in a messy kiss, the only concern in your minds is to remain linked.
Namjoon tosses you carelessly over his mattress, drawing a gasp out of you.
The sight of you on his sheets, bare chest glistening with his saliva, pants poorly undone and shifting as you try to relive the emptiness he left behind makes Namjoon grope himself through his clothes, swallowing strained grunts.
You smirk at his distress, bringing your hands to your boobs and pushing them together to shove that grunt out of his throat.Ā
āYou look so pretty like this, spread out for me.ā
āI bet youāll find me prettier with your cock inside of me.ā
āYou keep saying these thingsā¦ā he closes his eyes, sighing heavily at the image you cast in his head. āI think I need to teach you some manners, dirty girl.ā
āIām counting youāll at least try.ā You smirk and Namjoon chuckles.
In a smooth motion, he takes his shirt off, exposing his broad, sculpted chest. Smug takes his face at the way you shamelessly gawk at him, and he kneels at the floor, hands harshly yanking you to the edge of the bed by your pants, before he finally slides them down your legs.
Namjoon straight out moans when he notices the large pool of arousal staining your panties.
āDamn, babyā his voice is barely audible and you squirm, shutting your legs to try and provide some friction. āYou want to be fucked this bad?ā His hands come up your thighs to part them, gaze transfixed in your core, layered by the thinnest lace of underwear.
āI want to be fucked this bad byā by you, shit.ā You stutter as Namjoon lips meet your legs, biting and licking the soft flesh.
He trails kisses along your thighs, closing the distance to your cunt, but instead of touching you where you need him to, his lips simply hover over you. You let out a low curse when he continues his path to your other thigh, licking and sucking roughly.
āNamjoon, please.ā
āPlease what, princess? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.ā
āI want your lips.ā
āTheyāre right here.ā
āI just told you.ā You whine.
āFucking tell me again if you really want it.ā
āPlease, eat me out, baby.ā Your voice is pathetically high, but you couldn't care less.
āSince you asked so nicelyā the look of his dimples between your thighs is the most beautiful obscene thing you've ever been graced with.
Namjoon shoves your panties to the side, and the way he curses your name out has you forgetting how to breathe.
āThe prettiest fucking pussy, so fucking wet for meā he groans āI bet I could slip right in.ā And youāre sure heās right, feeling your lust dripping down your ass.
Namjoon seems to like the way you squirm under him, because instead of fulfilling his promises, he blows a cold puff of air over your folds and the way you shudder has his dick twitching.Ā
āNamjoon, for fuckās sake.ā He chuckles. āI'll fight you, I swear to god.ā
He brings his finger to glide up your entrance, effectively shutting you up.
Namjoon teases you, pulling your folds apart before spreading your slick around them, leaving you all nice and sloppy for him. His eyes flick up to the way your chest rises and falls above him, then his gaze returns to your drenched cunt.
How are you supposed to survive the night if he keeps looking at you like that? Like you are sin incorporated?Ā
He finally brings his face to you, licking a long stripe along your pussy and collecting all your juices on his way up to your clit, where he swirls his tongue before sucking, hard.
You canāt help the loud cry that exits your throat, nor how it elongates when Namjoon hums in pleasure.
āYou taste so fucking good.ā
One of your hands flies to his hair, twisting and pulling carelessly, while the other gathers his sheets in your fists.
You jolt your hips up to meet his face as he continues to lap at your cunt and when he drags the tip of his hot tongue to part your folds and pushes it inside your walls, Namjoon has to pin you down to prevent you from lifting off the bed.
āSo fucking good, babyā you moan, fumbling with his hair.
āYeah?ā His deep voice against your heat makes your head fall back.
Namjoon feel his control dissolving pretty fucking fast as he takes in all that you can give him, arousal gushing out of you for him to feast.
His tongue explores your cunt and he softly takes your clit in between his teeth. You feel a sharp pressure growing in your stomach and you grind on his face seeking more of it.
āShit! Do that again, pleaseā you yelp, and he promptly nibbles down at your clit.
Namjoon starts to focus on your now swollen nub, while he slides his hand down, and before you can process his intentions, you feel the delicious push of two of his fingers inside of your cunt.
The sound you let out has Namjoonās mind blanking. You arch your back, squeezing your eyes shut as goosebumps crawl up your arms.
Namjoon lifts your legs to rest them on his shoulders, allowing himself to go deeper into you and he speeds up his movements, his fingers scissoring you open for him. Namjoon eats you up like his life depends on it, sucking the soul out of your body.
Sinful squelching and slurping noises fill his room, and he wants those sounds imprinted to his brain, your pussy loudly dripping for him.
In a sudden movement, he curves his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. Your breath tries to keep up with your racing heart while the knot in your belly threatens to snap.
You let go of his sheets, hand coming up your chest, cupping your boob just slightly before pinching your hard nipples, the sensitivity making you squirm, Namjoon's groan between your legs just spurring you on, the sight of you unraveling above him the most erotic thing he's ever seen ā and to know he's the one making you shiver like that makes his cock painfully hard.
You rest your hand beside your head, trying to steady yourself somehow and failing miserably.
Your mind is empty, his tongue washing away any lingering thoughts or worries youāve ever had, as if you know nothing but the feeling of his lips wrapping around your folds and the maddening drag of his fingers inside of you.Ā
When your legs start to shake and your walls clench around his digits, Namjoon slightly parts his lips from you, but without pausing his fingers ā if anything, he starts to pump them faster.
"You gonna cum?"
You nod.
Your lower lip will definitely be bruised tomorrow.
"Words, baby girl."
"Yes! Yes, Iām close" you cry.
"Look at me." He demands, and you do as he says.
You support yourself on your elbows, meeting his firm gaze on you.
The sight of Namjoon between your thighs, chin glistening as your arousal drips from his mouth, and the fact that he still hasnāt stopped fingering you, make your whole body quiver, your stomach contracting hard, and you have to gather all your self control to not cum just from his looks.
Fuck, you wish you could take a picture.
"Want you to look at me when you come." You clench around his fingers. "Can you do that for me, princess?"
"Yeah" you are likeā¦ twenty percent sure you can.
Namjoon grins to himself in triumph. Youāre already already this fucked out and heās barely begun with you.
His mouth returns to your core. Honestly? Namjoon's knees are surely bruised from the hard floor, scraping whenever he moves further against you. But he couldnāt give less of a fuck as his tongue worships you in earnest, your name falling from his lips like prayer while his fingers stretch you so fucking good, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.
"Jesus, Namjoon, thatās it" you feel silly, struggling to keep your eyes open.
"Cum for me baby. Cum on my face." He commands, register so low you barely hear him.
The feral look he directs you alongside his words make your orgasm hit you in a strong wave, your body lifting from the mattress and shaking vigorously. Namjoonās hand spreads over your stomach to try and pin you down as he keeps his tongue lapping at you, drinking up all your essence and helping you ride out your high.
He groans at the way your browns shoot up your forehead, mouth silently parting as your head falls back.
Youāre so fucking gorgeous when you cum.
You push his head away from you when your legs start to tremble from oversensitivity, searching for air.
Namjoon puts your panties back in place, the soaked clothing sticking to your eaten out pussy and making him hum, satisfied.
"Thatās it, baby, you did so well for me."
"Fuck" you whisper, running your fingers through your hair. The shockwaves of your orgasm are still making you shiver when you pant, "what the fuck was that?"
Namjoon chuckles, slowly lifting himself from his bruised knees.
His stare on you falters when he darts his tongue out to collect your cum from around his mouth, eyes fluttering shut.
He climbs up the bed, careful not to crush you as he brings his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and he swallows the quiet whine you make before pulling away.
Namjoon takes his wet fingers and wraps around his mouth, sucking his fingers clean with his eyes closed.
When he looks at you again, something unreadable crosses his gaze before he gulps. "Can I spit in your mouth, pretty girl?"
Your reaction betrays your answer, thighs immediately pressing together as a new wave of arousal shoots through you at his request.
But Namjoon still waits until you say: "Fuck yeah, you can."
His smile is ridiculously innocent for the matter at hand.
"Then open up for me, princess."
And you do, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out as he grabs your jaw, hovering above you.
You close your eyes as a small globe of spit hits your tongue, and you swallow proudly, a content hum ripping from your throat.Ā
"Good girl, shit, thatās so hot."
He leans in to resume the kiss, making himself more comfortable between your legs. His clothed cock drags against your inner thigh.
Why is he still wearing pants?
"Namjoon" you call, between kisses.
"Uhm."
You take your hands to his torso, tracing freely and loving the way his skin shivers under your fingertips. From his broad shoulders to his firm abdomen, you explore his golden, sweaty skin above you, until you slide one of your hands down. Your palm touches his member, stroking it just slightly as you bathe in the broken moan he graces you with.
"Let me suck you off." You offer, feeling how hard ā and thick, mind you ā he is under your hand.
"Can you handle more?" His tone is teasing, but his look is genuine.Ā
Youāre silent for a moment. What does he mean by that? Would he justā¦ stop if you said no?
God, why is that so hot?
"Yeah, sweet boy. Wanna take care of you too."
The problem is that thereās no way Namjoonās gonna last if you suck him off. He can barely control himself now, after tasting you and drawing all those sweet sounds out of you. His dick is already twitching under your half assed strokes, the slight discomfort from his pre cum staining his clothes a clear sign he needs to be inside you. He wants to make you cum again, but around his cock this time.
So he chuckles.
"Can you take it if I fuck you now?" You bite your lip, nodding. "Yeah? Tell me you want my cock, baby girl."
"I want you cock, Joonie." You spill, lips nearing his ear. "I want you to fuck me so hard I canāt walk tomorrow."
Maybe not your brightest idea, but at this point you don't give a shit. Namjoon is the only thought on your mind and if you came that hard just from his fingers, you canāt wait to see what his dick will feel like.
"Fuck, I love your filthy mouth." He groans. "Sure you donāt need some time?"
"Nahā¦ maybe leave the riding for later, though?" A coy smile crosses your face.
"Sure" he smiles back.
Namjoon kneels back on the bed, wincing a bit when his sore knee touches the crumpled sheets. Ignoring it, he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket, taking a foil packet out of it.
He stands up, tossing the wallet aside before reaching for his belt.
"Let me" you ask, lifting yourself and sitting on your heels.
You take your hands to his thigh, caressing it before going to his belt, which you undo, eyes not daring to look away from his.
You bite your lip when your hands open his zipper, and you reach around him to grasp his pants, pulling them down slowly as he looks at you with nothing but lust, eyes tilting down to your bare chest.
"You honestly have the most amazing thighs."
He frowns in amusement. "Thanks?"
Usually youāre a big fan of reciprocity, and you might have considered taking your sweet fucking time with him, just like he did with you, if Namjoon hadnāt just give you one of the best orgasms of your life and if you didnāt feel arousal pooling again on your already soaked panties. So, instead, you just pull down his pants along with his briefs, his cock springing free.
Namjoon hisses at the feeling of the fabric dragging against his shaft, and you have to suck in a breath when you look at his thick member. It must be painful how hard he is at this point, dick angry and throbbing.
"Big boy indeed." You blurt out, making Namjoon laugh as he kicks his pants down his legs.
"Losing your confidence, princess?" Honestly? Namjoon has no business having such a pretty cock and being this hot. You feel like he should be illegal.
You curl your palm around his dick and give it a tentative pump. A long moan falls from his lips from finally receiving some attention.
"Namjoon?"
"Yeah."
"Can I at least taste you?" Are you fucking pleading?
He gulps.
"Please?" You pout.
He bites his lip ā how could he ever say no to you looking up at him like that, the cutest pout on your lips, while you beg him to let you give him head? He'd give you anything.
"Shit, yes, you can."
You smile.
That's it. Namjoon's sure he's imagining you. Is he dreaming?
You inch closer, giving his tip an experimental lick and tasting his salty pre cum, riveting at the sweet sounds he lays out for you.
You spit on his shaft before you lick your way down him, smearing your spit all over his length, before giving his crown a light suck, prompting Namjoon to buck his hips into your mouth, and you welcome him.
You moan, feeling his weight on your tongue. He twitches between your lips when you hollow your cheeks.
You start to take him further, his tip grazing the back of your mouth while you pump what you canāt fit inside.
"Fuck, princess, you look so pretty sucking my cock." He groans, head tilting back for a second and squeezing his eyes shut.
When you start to bob your head faster, though, Namjoon gathers all his self control and pushes you away, and you release him with a small pop.
You pout, and his jaw tenses "why would you stop me then?"
"I wanna fuck you." He pumps his dick a few times, hand slipping easier with your saliva now coating him. "All Iāve been thinking about."
Namjoon rips the foil packet open with his teeth, securing the condom around himself.
You make a move to lay back on his mattress, but Namjoon shakes his head.
"Nah, baby, thatās not how I want you."
He slithers his arm around your torso, harshly turning you over. He yanks you by your waist, pulling your ass up to him. His hand runs down your spine, pressing your face on his sheets.
Namjoon positions himself behind you. His palm comes up to caress your ass before giving it a hard squeeze.
Namjoon parts your cheeks, and he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading them apart to stare at your pussy. He grunts upon noticing your cunt is already a mess for him again even if heās just licked you clean.
"You got wet again from sucking my dick, princess?"
"You felt so good in my mouth."
Your words fuel him, and Namjoon doesnāt think twice before he inches closer and licks your folds, the tip of his tongue collecting your licking lust as he hums in pleasure.
"Sweetest fucking pussy" your eyes roll back.
Namjoon pulls away to admire the view. There are you, all pliant, waiting for his next action with your face pressed down his bed, your ass on display, pussy dripping in anticipation.
He never felt this fucking hard.
"God, youāre gorgeous. So beautiful for me like this."
He grips his cock, aligning himself with your entrance, but instead of just sinking it inside you, Namjoon drags his crown up and down your foldsĀ like he has all the fucking time in the world. Your spit mixing with your gushing arousal.
You groan ā you wanna fight him.
"Namjoon" his name drips like sin from your lips.
"Uhm." He hums, distracted.
"Just fuck me already."
He smirks.Ā
"Now thatās no way of asking something, is it?" You groan. "Don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"
"Baby, please, can you fuck me? My pussy is so fucking wet right now." You whine, wiggling your ass, creating some, but not nearly enough, friction. "Please..."
Namjoon fucking loves your dirty mouth. "Good girl."
He slowly presses himself between your folds, shoving a loud moan from your throat.
You shudder from the intrusion, his tip deliciously splitting you up as it slides in your cunt.
"Shit, baby, youāre way too tight." He grunts. "Relax for me, princess."
Namjoon leans over you, his torso framing your back. He lays sweet kisses on your shoulders, and his hand on your hips starts to softly trace your skin, raising until heās grabbing one of your boobs. He squeezes it, pitching your hard nipples.
His gentle touches make you melt, allowing for Namjoon to drag his cock further inside of you, finding little resistance as his thick cock stretches you up.
Your cunt engulf him so tightly that Namjoon feels his mind spiraling, and when his hips meet your ass, you both let out a shaky breath.
"Shit, I feel so fucking full."
He chuckles.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Yeah, fuck. Gimme a sec."
You roll your hips slightly to try and get used to his size, but heās filling you up so good that the tiniest of movements makes his shaft drag against your walls, a quiet yelp falling from your lips.
"Ok." You gulp. "You can move."
Namjoon licks his lips and smirks, hands tightening on your hips.
"Hold tight, baby."
He slowly pushes himself out of you, but doesnāt give you time to feel empty as he immediately comes slamming back inside. You gasp, body jerking forward.
Your pussy welcomes him with each thrust, swallowing him with the most wet sounds youāve ever heard, and you start to push your ass back to try and take him further between your tight walls.
His cock moves in a merciless pace, and you feel like you forgot how to breathe.
How the fuck does he know how to move his hips like that?
Youāre exhilarated, mouth open but not a single sound coming out. Overwhelmed by his soft moans above you, by the way he stuffs your pussy full of him, by the way you can feel your legs wet with your arousal gushing from your core.
You try to get your shit together, prompting your ass back to meet his thrusts, and when you finally find his rhythm ā but not without the help of his firm hands dragging you against him ā the slapping sounds become so vulgar that you sob.
"Thatās it, baby, thatās what you wanted, right?" He mumbles, voice barely coherent as his throbbing cock relentlessly drills your pussy. "To be fucked so hard, to be so stuffed you arenāt able to speak, hum?"
You hum, feeling like youāll scream if you open your mouth.
Namjoon doesnāt like it, though. He hates the way youāre suppressing your pleasing from him.
"I thought I told you I wanna hear you losing it, baby. Whereās your filthy mouth?"
"Soā¦ youā¦ so good, Namjoonā¦ fuck" you stutter.
"You like it?"
"Yeah, shit, go harder."
His eyes flutter shut for a second.
"Anything you want, princess."
Namjoon shifts his legs, trying different angles to make you unable to hold your pretty sounds in. He attempts a couple of ways before he sets his left foot on the mattress, and when he resumes his thrusting a loud scream rips from your throat.
"Thatās it, Namjoon, god, there. Please, do it again." You plea, voice pathetically high as you clench around him.
Your moaning is fuel to him, and he starts to fuck you as hard as he can, loving how youāre spiraling under him, tortured sounds finally reaching his ears.
"You feel so good, baby." You say and Namjoon growls.
Just as blissful as the sensation of his cock deep inside of your tight walls, is knowing that heās making you feel on the fucking moon too. So, he seeks the same spot over and over again, his purpose clear.
You roll your hips, grinding on his cock.
God, it's such a shame you're not into degradation. All Namjoon wants it's to call you his slut.
"Shit, princess, youāre so greedy, fucking yourself with my cock."
You push your ass back again, but this time you feel his balls slapping against your clit and you both falter as lightning courses through your bodies, making you constrict your pussy around him.
"Do that again, baby girl." He commands, and you fucking obey.
You clench around his cock again, and Namjoon goes feral.
His strokes are hard, but so fucking precise that the way heās railing your pussy makes you feel like youāre losing your grip on reality.Ā
Shit, this is too fucking good, and Namjoon feels dizzy. If he wasnāt drunk before he certainly feels like it now, thoroughly enjoying the way youāre completely unraveling under him.
"Youāre squeezing me so good, so fucking tight for me." He groans out.
His fingers dig into your flesh in a way that youāre sure itāll definitely bruise ā but you want it too. You want him to mark you all over with the evidence of how good heās fucking you, of how good heās making you feel.
Your mind is clouded. Your knuckles sore from how hard youāre clutching the sheets.
Namjoonās so fucking satisfied, pride exuding from his body as he looks down at you on his bed, being fucked senseless as he drills his cock in and out of you, loud slapping and squelching sounds making it even more obscene.
"You take me so well, shit, such a good girl." Namjoon groans, hypnotized by the way your body rocks with the force of his thrust.
You could die a happy woman just from the way he praises you. His words making your stomach twists in what youāre sure will be another mesmerizing orgasm.Ā
"I could fuck you all night, baby, and I just know youād take it."
"Yeah, Namjoonā I, I would." You yelp. "I will."
He has the audacity to chuckle.Ā
"Iāll hold you up on that offer later."
Youāre already so close again. God, you donāt wanna come like this, you donāt wanna come so soon.
"Namjoon?" You call and he hums in response. "I wanna ride you."
Did he win the lottery or something? He feels like he doesnāt deserve it. God, he missed like, three essay deadlines this semester, he definitely doesnāt deserve it.Ā
"Fuck, yeah, baby, you can ride me."
He slips out of you, and wastes no time crawling to sit at the headboard.
Namjoon reaches out to hold you, helping you straddle him with your wobbly legs. He laughs when you take a deep breath, goosebumps all over your skin.
"You sure you can ride me, though?"
"Shut up" you hiss, trying to concentrate before you wrap your hand around his length and lift over him to align him with your entrance.
A shaky cry falls from your lips as you gradually sink in his dick. The stretch is completely different and his fat cock splits you open so deliciously that you somehow feel even fullen than before.
"Fuck, I love this position." He reads your thoughts.
You just nod, unable to think as you find purchase on his shoulders. When youāre finally fully seated, you feel like Namjoon's cock is touching your soul.
"Fuck, Namjoon, youāre huge."
His face is all scrunched up, brows knit together in pleasure, and youāre almost angry at how beautiful this man is. The nerve.
"God, this pussy so fucking tight."
You take a deep breath, and swiftly roll your hips over him. Namjoonās head thumb back and you feel so fucking powerful when his hands grab your ass, trying to guide you over him to reproduce the feeling. So you grind on him again, making his cock reach spots you didnāt even know you had.
After rolling a bit more on his lap, you muster all the strength you can and lean back, planting your palms on his thighs ā have you mentioned how fucking beautiful his thighs is? ā before slowly raising yourself.
The second time you drag your pussy down his length is even more delicious, and it makes you feel so good that you feel like this is wrong in some way.
Ok, who are you kidding?
Youāre both pure sin at this point. Thereās no turning back from the obscenities you two said tonight.
So yeah, fuck it.
You try to focus as you slowly start to move your hips up and down, regretting all the times your friends tried to convince you to exercise and you didnāt, because you canāt seem to find a pace.
But Namjoon, so very attentive to your needs, grabs your hips, helping you establish a sluggish pace ā but a pace nonetheless.
You gradually start to feel more comfortable, more capable, and Namjoonās grip on your waist is now more for his own sake than yours when your movements speed up.
Soon enough, youāre riding him in earnest, in a hard rhythm that makes you meet his pelvis each time, his thighs quiver under your weight in the most gorgeous way as you send Namjoon to the places he not long ago made you visit.Ā
A proud grin settles on your face, watching him grunt with each stroke.Ā
"You're so good for me, baby, letting me fuck you like a good boy" you echo his words, almost teasing, but your shaky tone betrays you.
"You fuck me so good, princess."
Shit, you feel lightheaded.
Namjoon bites his lip, eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. He takes your boobs in his palms, caressing and grasping them softly, your sounds music to his ears.
Your gaze falls to his neck, not nearly enough marked by you, so you dive to his throat, tongue licking up to his ear before you start to kiss and suck harshly at his pulse points, making him moan loudly into your ear.
"Youāre so sweet and big for me" you say, clenching around him and you feel his dick twitching inside.
"Shit, baby, do it again." He asks, and you promptly close your walls around him again.
Namjoonās not sure how long heāll last with you on top of him like this, riding the soul out of his body while your lips worship his neck. But he needs you to come first ā or rather, again, but this time around his throbbing cock.
Thankfully youāre not far. Your lower belly is contracting, nearing your high, and youāre so gone that you could tell Namjoon you love him at this point, you donāt even care ā and you donāt think he does either.
"Youāre so good for me, my pretty girl."
His? Shit, can you have that on paper?
"All yours, baby."
You yelp when Namjoonās thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing you. The pad of his fingers spreads your wetness over your bundle of nerves, your heart ramming against your ribcage.
"Baby, Iāmā¦ Iām close." You're fucking panting, that's what you are.
"Thank god." He breaths. "Can I take over, princess?"
You nod, and Namjoon circles his strong arm around your waist, turning you without slipping his dick off of you.
When he suits himself above you, you immediately wrap your legs around his torso, and Namjoon starts to fuck you like heās made for it. Fuck, why does he feel like he is, though?
His thrusts are relentless, but he uses his last working braincell to aim his cock against the spots heās learned that make you cry louder ā which you do.
Your hands grip at his hair, tugging hard as your head falls back.
You have to gather all the focus you possibly can to open your mouth, your voice barely a whisper.
"Choke me, baby."
Namjoon gulps.
"What."
"Please, choke me."
"Shit, princess." Is this what dying feels like?
Namjoon closes his hand around your neck, fingers pressing down your pulse points as he feels your erratic heartbeat slightly soothing under his fingertips. Why is this so hot?
Your every sensation is heightened. His cock heavenly railing you, his hot breath fanning against your sweaty skin, the loud sounds that fall both from where your bodies meet and from his mouth.
It takes barely a minute before white spots blur your vision. The tight not in your stomach snaps so fucking hard a scream leaves your parted lips.
Namjoon wants to know how to immortalize the way your face scrunches up when you come ā would you let him do it again just so he can take a picture?
The force of your orgasm makes your pussy clench hard around his cock, and you milk him and your body quivers violently. When your back arches from the bed, his bed, he swears youāre the most beautiful person heās ever seen.
His thrusts become shallow, and youāre still rocking with the afterwaves of your orgasm, fighting through the overstimulation when Namjoon feels his own high approaching, so he quickly pulls himself out of your cunt.
He rips the condom off of his cock, tossing it wherever for him to mind later, and starts to pump himself above you. And what a fucking sight to behold.
"Come for me, baby, youāve been so good, I want you to come all over me."
And like the good boy he is, Namjoon immediately does.
His hot white cum paints your belly just like he promised, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he empties himself over your stomach until heās thoroughly spent.
You look down, wetting your lips before you bring your finger to your belly. You collect his cum with a flicker of your finger, and take your hands to wrap your mouth around, tasting his salty orgasm with a satiated hum.
Namjoon shudders. In that second, he wants nothing more than to come again just to see you eat his cum out of yourself once more.
"Youāre a fucking menace, you know that?"
You smile innocently, and he falls beside you on his sheets.
Namjoonās breath is uneven, and he brings his hands to push his hair out of his face.
You turn to him, a large grin on your lips. Namjoonās eyes find yours.
"What?" His lips curve upwards.
"Fuck, sweet boy, I think Iām in love."
You two start giggling, you shake your shoulders in pure mirth while his laugh reverberates all through his body ā you both find those sounds just as attractive as the obscenes ones you were eliciting just now.
It takes some time before your shared amusement softly becomes small snickers.Ā
"Still with the sweet thing?"
"Youāre the best Iāve ever had, baby, youāre definitely my sweet boy." He takes his lips in his teeth, shaking his head.Ā
"Iām the best, huh?"
"Hell, yeah, Iām fucking giggling, Namjoon. Really, what the fuck."
"Youāre the best pussy Iāve ever had. I honestly couldnāt be happier your brother bailed on you."
"Shut up." You playfully shove his shoulder, chuckling.
"Seriously, though, introduce me to him, I need to thank him."
"Don't ruin it." You joke.
You both fall into a comfortable silence, collecting your breaths.
"Wait, be right back."
Namjoon lazily gets on his feet, grabbing the used condom from the floor and heading to his bathroom, closing the door.
He returns a couple minutes after, a towel in his hand as he crawls back to bed and starts to gently clean your stomach, reaching your pussy and easing the mess heās made of you.
"Thanks."
"Donāt mention it." You try to get out of bed, but your shaky legs make you stumble as you get up.
Namjoon quickly helps you steady yourself, a proud smile curving his lips.
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure."
"Uhmā¦ also, do you mind if I stay the night?" You ask, glancing at the clock on his bedside table, noting itās way past one in the morning.
"Princess, I expect you too." Namjoon smirks. "Weāre not nearly done."
Namjoon somehow can look even better in the morning.
You wake up feeling his serene heartbeat beneath your ear, his arms enveloping you and your legs entangled.
Youāve been just peacefully staring at him for around ten minutes now.
At first it was because you feel like youāve been hit by a bus, sore to the bones. But then, it was because heās just so damn beautiful you couldnāt help it.
He takes a deep breath, stretching his limbs as he wakes up, yawning loudly. You inch closer and give him a quick peck on his cheek, before resting your chin on his chest.
"Good morning, pretty girl" he smiles, opening his eyes and tugging you closer.
"Morning, sweet boy."
"How long youāve been awake?"
"Not sure. Ten minutes?"
"Wow, and youāve just been staring at me? That's so creepy." You roll your eyes, and he chuckles.
Neither of you speaks for another couple of minutes, bathing in the calmness of the morning.
"You ok?" He asks.
"Yeah. Really sore, though."
"Well, you asked for it."
"I did, didnāt I?" You grin. "And you gave it to me like the good boy you are." You tease, kissing his lips.
He reciprocates the touch, but neither of you takes it further.
So. Fucking. Tired.
"I see I wasnāt able to teach you how to behave."
"Iām a lost cause, but I appreciate the effort." He huffs out a laugh, closing his eyes.
"What time is it?"
You turn on his hold to face his clock. "Almost ten."
"Hum."
Namjoon doesnāt make any move to get up, and you start to look over his room. For some reason, you didnāt pay it the slightest attention the night before.
"You in college?" You ask, when you notice tons of books piled on the floor near his dresser.
"Yeah, in my last year."
"Uhm, so pretty boy is also intelligent." He snickers.
"My good looks can be deceiving."
"I was deceived indeed. You have such a dirty mouth, I was baffled." He shoves you away from his grip, groaning.
"You're one to say, the filthiest girl Iāve ever met."
"The filthiest? You flatter me." You laugh, as he playfully pushes you to the other side of the bed. "Oh cāmon, you liked it."
He smiles. "Yeah, I did."
Heās so tender you almost feel shy.
"What do you study?"
"Literature."
"It suits you." You say, scanning his face.
"Thanks, I really like it. But what about you? Arenāt you in college?"
"I graduated last year."
"What you do?"
"Architecture."
"Thatās nice."
"Yeah. Iām on a work trip, actually."
"Youāre not from here?"
"No, I live in Busan."
"Oh. My roommate is from Busan."
"You have a roommate?" You ask, mortified, but Namjoon chuckles.
"Donāt worry, he was out. He didnāt hear the way you were screaming last night." You shake your head, a smile on your face. Namjoon breathes deeply before lifting to a sitting position on the bed. "Want some breakfast?"
"Yeah, Iād like that. Let me just use the bathroom real quick."
"Ok. Do you like toast? Thatās basically the only thing I can make."
"Finally!"
"What?" He frowns.
"Finally you have a flaw, oh my god, I was losing hope" you say dramatically, raising your arms.
"Can't have you falling in love now, can I?" He jokes and you laugh.
Namjoon gets out of bed and you follow, heading for the bathroom and closing the door behind you.
He smiles to himself, shaking his head.
He makes his way to his kitchen, finding his roommate already there, eating his breakfast.
"Morning." He announces himself, and Jimin turns to him.
"Hey, man" he smiles mischievously, cocking his head in the direction of your clothes lying on the floor "how was the party last night?"
Namjoon's brief concern for forgetting to gather the clothes you took off in the kitchen quickly dissolves into a smirk.
"The party? Oh, I kept it in my room."
"All night?"
"All fucking night." They both chuckle. "Sheās in the bathroom, so please be civil when she comes here."
Namjoon goes to his cabinets, grabbing some bread to prepare you something to eat.
"Sure, man."
"What about you? You arriving now?"
"I came home around six, I think, so I just crashed. Woke up half an hour ago."
"And how was it with that guy?"
"It was mid. But hey, it was worth the shot. Even if he has no fucking game he's still hot as fuck."
"Sorry to hear that." Jimin shrugs.Ā
"And what about this girl, huh?"
"Man, this girlā¦" Namjoon trails off, shaking his head "so fucking hot, I felt like I was dreaming."
"Really? You seeing her again then?"
"Donāt think so, sheās not from here."
"Thatās too bad."
"Yeah, itās whatever. By the way, do you wanna hang out later? Thereās this music festival going on and I have no one to go with."
"Don't know, Iām probably going out with my sister today, she flew from Busan to see me."
"Oh nice. Maybe you could introduce us."
"Yeah, if sheās down maybe we can all go together to this festival." Namjoon nods.
He leans on the counter, facing Jimin, and smiles once he sees you coming from the hall.
"Hey, pretty girl."
Jimin turns back when Namjoon acknowledges you.
"Oh, hey sis!" Jimin greets automatically ā before freezing completely.
Both yours and Namjoonās eyes widen in terror.
"Chim?!"
"Waitā sheās your sister!?"
"Jiminās your roommate from Busan?"
You stand still in the hallway, watching mortified as your brother's face contorts in a grimace, realization hitting him before he shoots his friend a deadly glare.
"God, Namjoon, you fucked my sister?!"
"I didnāt know it was your sister!"
"Man, youāre fucking gross!"
"The fuckās that supposed to mean?!" You ask, indignant.
"My sisterās not hot!"
"Jimin?!"
"Canāt agree with you on that one, man, sorry." Namjoon argues.
"Those are my sisterās clothes, man?" He continues, ignoring what his friend said for his mental healthās sake, before he turns to you. "And youāre wearing his clothes? What the fuck?!"
"Jimin, stop being a child."
"You came to Seoul to fuck my roommate?!"
"Youāre the one who stood me up last night. To fuck, may I remind you."
"Thanks for that, by the way." Namjoon interjects, winking at you, and a small smile crosses your lips before Jimin groans, exasperated.
"Seriously, man?! And what the hell happened to your neck, did he fucking punch you?"
"God, no! I just choā"
"Shut up! God, I canāt fucking look at your two right now, unbelievable." He says, getting up in a hussle before striding to his room, cursing under his breath.
You and Namjoon are left alone in the kitchen, silence filling the room.
You gauge his expressions, realizing heās doing the same.
"Thank fuck he wasnāt here last night." Namjoon says after a while, and you canāt contain the laugh that escapes past your lips.
"You really had to thank him, though?" Namjoon bites his lips.Ā
"I'd feel bad if I didn't. Mom taught me to be grateful." He bites his lip. "Do you still want that toast?"
You smile. "Sure, sweet boy."
note ā sooooo, what do you think? i really hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i did! it took some time for me to finally be satisfied with it, and i have like, ten versions lost somewhere in my google docs lmao
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How do you think it would go if Johnny had like a longtime or at least stable girlfriend who somehow finds out the truth about him ?? Like maybe it would lead to him finally being able to show his true colors around herš«£
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Johnny Slaughter x Reader
Contains; angst, humiliation, and death
"J-Johnny?" Your voice cracked as you stared, transfixed on your boyfriend's Bowie knife you'd found in the couch cushions, covered in blood.
"What is it?" Johnny said as he came into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh from the shower. He ran a hand through his damp hair that froze in place when he saw your face.
"Your knife. There's... It's..."
Johnny approached your side, and picked the knife up. Blood smeared over the couch.
"Who's blood is that?" You asked, trembling, still staring at the red stain.
Johnny was silent for a long moment.
"Dunno her name."
Your heart sunk.
"Why is her blood on your knife?" You ask, finally turning to meet Johnny's gaze. His eyes were the same; always calculating. Maybe even a little amused. There was no shame.
"Darlin', do you really want to know? Aren't you happy like this, believin' everything's normal?"
You blinked slowly. Sure, there were hints. Nights he came home late. Refusing to hug you before he took a shower. The way he'd fuck you like a rabid animal after those long nights; thrusting, biting, growling.
Did you really want to know?
You looked over your boyfriend's frame, shining under the light as rivulets of water drip down his muscular torso. Scars littered his body, you never really asked why. Maybe because you knew you weren't ready for an answer.
You swallowed hard.
"Yeah, tell me."
Johnny's eyes glinted. He was still holding the knife, and for a second you felt cold fear pool in your stomach.
But then he sat, laid the knife on the arm of the couch, and pulled you into his lap.
Surprisingly, the action soothed your racing heart.
"I got a compulsion, darlin'. I thought at first it was because I needed to provide for my family." His fingers trail up your thigh, and he met your hesitant eyes with his.
"Turns out, I need to kill. If I don't, I start to lose my head." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "I'm scared that if I give it up, I'm gonna do something I regret."
You can't help running your hand through his damp locks. What the fuck do you do in this situation? Here he was, almost child-like in seeking your comfort, because he was constantly resisting the urge to... Kill you? And why would someone as smart as Johnny hide his knife in such an obvious spot?
"Did... Did you want me to catch you?" You asked anxiously.
Johnny laughed, running his hand down your back. "You know, you're awfully stupid for askin' about the knife. You coulda just put it back and pretended you never saw it. You've always been a scared little mouse. Maybe that's why I like playin' with you so much."
"You need help, Johnny," you whispered. His whole body tensed in response.
"Don't you see? You are my help. I need you, baby, to keep me grounded. Can I trust you?" He pulled back, looking deeply into your eyes.
You hesitated. Ran your hand over his high cheekbone and cupped his angular jaw before nodding once.
"Yeah, Johnny. You can trust me," you responded in a low tone.
His eyes swam with what appeared to be tears before hardening, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
Faster than you could blink, he grabbed his knife and brought it to your throat, the cold and bloodied steel digging into your sensitive flesh. Your vision swam, showing you two images of Johnny's gleeful expression. All the blood drained from your face, and you whimpered, feeling warmth spread across the crotch of your pants.
"I don't believe you."
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Been thinking about sub nerdy minji being needy so the reader eats her out till she's squirting and pussydrunk
Omfg this is sošµāš« I lowk have something for nerdy and sub idolsš«£š¤«
Nerdy girlfriend!
Warnings: public sex?, squirting, orgasm eating, lowkey corruption kink, minji is inexperienced, dom reader and sub Minji!
Omg because imagine you both are in one of those private rooms in library, And poor baby been so needy the whole morning, she couldnāt concentrate in her classes and in her morning study session. She was too shy to ask you could you eat her out and in PUBLIC?!?!?
She couldnāt maintain eye contact and stuttered while speaking, fiddling with her hands and playing with the hem of her shirt nervously.
āC-could y-you eat m-me out?ā She asked in the most innocent tone ever, her eyes filled with embarrassment.
That sentence went straight to your core and you were dripping for her, the way she was looking at you too embarrassed and shy made you want to ruin her and show her how much pleasure she could get.
āPoor baby, been so needy for me! I would love to eat you out!ā You faked a pout while coming dangerously close to her making her breath hitch, and your hot breath fan to her glasses making them fog.
The fact that you knew nobody has ever went down on her or even laid a finger on her made your eyes full of lust and desire.
You drew a heart on her foggy glasses while placing a kiss on her cheek, you could hear how her heart was pounding insanely fast.
You placed the skirt a little above her belly button, her panties were cute baby blue colored with a smiley cloud in the middle.
You hissed at the sight ālove your panties babyā you teased with a grin on your face, she covered her face with her hands too embarrassed by her underwear choice.
Your hands found their way to her thighs securing them in your grip, your face going between her legs licking a stripe above her panties, you barely have done anything and she let out a high pitched moan. poor baby was drippingš°
The way she is pleasured by nothing is so fucking hot to you. You gently took off her panties throwing them to the side and licked a looong stripe from her hole to her clit, sooooo slow. Making tears form in her eyes, your tongue found its way to her hole, letting it go as far as it could go. Earning a moan louder than the one before it, your tongue slowly started thrusting in her hole. It was difficult to move since her walls were tightly squeezing your tongue.
Your tongue went to her clit sucking it harshly, her breathing got heavier and she let out a loud sigh of pleasure, you parted her folds with your two fingers, pounding your fingers in her tight hole while sucking on her clit harsh and fast. You did all of that while maintaining eye contact and seeing all of her expressions and sounds she let out. She was close to her climax and her moans got louder and breathier āyou want to make them hear, how good Iām fucking you baby?ā You asked, she let out a low hum and you smirked, your pace grew and her hole was clenching and unclenching uncontrollably and not long after her orgasm washed over her. Your fingers got pushed by her liquids, you fucked your fingers throughout her climax.
Slowly you pushed your fingers out, licking her juices off your fingers. Your mouth found her inner thighs, leaving wet and warm open mouth kisses. While rubbing her thighs slowly and comfortingly.
You went and kissed her nose, āyou did so good for me babyā you complimented her, earning the cutest and shyest smile from her.
You had wipes in your bag so you cleaned her up before both heading home, hand in hand.
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Ok another headcanon idea: Andrei seeing you in a cute summer dress and just canāt help himself š¤š«£
oh boyyyy does he love sundress season š under the read more for sundress smut š¤©
andrei loves living in raleigh because itās warmer more often than not and sundress and shorts season is longer
literally the first day you can wear a sundress after the winter is the best day of the year for him
he loves that he gets to see all of your legs and even though you self conscious about how pale and pasty they are after a winter in jeans and leggings, andrei doesnāt care, heās going to ogle you anyway
you have a whole collection of dresses in solid colors, gingham prints, little florals, fruit patterned with little lemons or cherries, essentially if it comes in dress form, you have it
the excuse is that itās easier to put on a dress in the morning than it is to match a shirt and pants
but really you like teasing andrei and seeing the looks he gives you (aka the im undressing you with my eyes look)
sundresses and heels or wedges? forget it, heās a goner. the way your legs look in heels is an immediate turn on for him and more than once heās eaten you out with the dress flipped up and your heels still on, back of your knees over his shoulders and your heels licking against his back
he literally canāt help but get his hands on you, a big palm sliding up your thigh when youāre sitting next to him or the nudge of his fingers against your knee
sundresses in the car means he drives with his left hand so his right can be planted solidly on your thigh, his thumb rubbing absentminded arcs over your skin
if youāre sitting in a restaurant or on a couch or wherever, his hand is usually in between your thighs, traveling higher until you clamp your legs together trapping his hand inches from where he really wants it
the dresses are good because he has easy access and the first time he realized you werenāt wearing panties under the dress, he immediately started fingering you under the table, murmuring that youāre a tease and heās going to have to punish you for that (you have to bite on your knuckle to keep from shrieking his name in the middle of the restaurant and andrei sucks his fingers clean when heās done with you)
some of your dresses are a little longer - to the knee or just above it - but andreiās favorites are the little ones with the flirty hems that hit at your upper thigh, just barely covering your ass
you make the mistake (not a mistake?) of wearing one of the flirty little ones to a backyard barbecue that jordan and heather are hosting and andrei drags you off to the side of the house, hidden by some bushes, flips the hem of the skirt up around your waist and fucks into you from behind
one hand holds you in place against his cock and the other works over your clit and you have to muffle your own noises with both hands because andrei is doing his best to fuck you hard and fast, not caring who hears
he chuckles and tells you to ābe quiet, or do you want everyone to hear how good i fuck you?ā
the front of his shorts rubs against the backs of your thighs and andreiās arm is solid and thick around your waist
when heās done and his cum is dripping down your inner thighs, he kisses the side of your neck and smirks, āshouldnāt have worn that dress, solnyshka, youāre making a messā
yeah, andreiās a big fan of sundress season
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The Risks we take
Newt x fem reader/ y/n
Finally, my first fanfic! Tell me how I did š«£š
Summary: Newt is avoiding y/n after she confessed her feelings to him at a bonfire night. (Also note that in this universe, the Gladers have a bonfire night every week instead of every month. Just so it fits in the story!)
Warnings: Honestly itās all fluff. Nothing other than a few suggestive comments, but nothing crazy!
Words:
Y/N= Your name E/C= Eye color
H/C= Hair color S/C= Skin color
H/T= Hair type (staright, curly, wavy, etc)
Sorry itās kinda long!
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jokeflypop/748300546927165440/the-risks-we-take
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If there was ever a right moment to die, I would love for it to be now. Embarrassing yourself in front of Newt was not something on your to-do list for today, but of course, you couldnāt escape it. And everything was going so well, too!
It all stared when you got sent into the Glade from the Box. You were, and still are, the only girl in the Glade. Other than a few, Newt was the only boy who truly respected you and saw you for who you were. As time went by, you two became great friends. You became a Runner with Minho. It took a while for that to happen. Newt begged you not to do it. He thought it was too dangerous for a , quote, āReckless Shank like youā end quote. Eventually, you were able to convince him otherwise, although you can tell he still doesnāt like it. You understood, though, that he just wanted to keep you safe. You did too, of course. But something told you that you were meant to be a runner. This was your duty, your destiny, if you will. That was the only thing stopping you from succumbing to his worrisome smile and pleading eyes.
Something grew inside of you after that day. A fluttery feeling like no other. One that made you feel like a lovesick shank everytime you glanced into those pair of soft brown eyes. It was an incredible feeling. And you could tell it wasnāt totally one sided. The way Newts brown eyes softened when he looked at you, or when he fixes his hair whenever you come around. Itās cute, and you loved it. You loved him. And today was the day you would finally tell him that. Oh how much youād regret it laterā¦
At the bonfire that night, you were ready. You prepared yourself well. You wore your cleanest T-shirt with a pair of green cargo pants. It revealed some of your S/C skin nicely. You let your H/T hair down, which was a rare occurrence with you. You usually kept your H/C hair in a nice pony tail. You looked good. It was a fact you werenāt gonna debate on. You felt good, too. Which was really all that matters. At the bonfire, you spotted Newt. He was sitting on the floor, back against a log. He had some of Gallys special ājuiceā, and was sitting alone. You walked over and sat Next to him, holding your knees against your chest.
āItās quite the lively bonfire today.ā You say, smiling softly. Newt looks over to you and you can visibly see his eyes widen ever so slightly and his lips curving into a small smile.
āYeah, but I think thats cause youāre here. Other than that, most boys skipā Newt says as he takes a swig of the drink before handing it to you. You chuckle before taking a sip and placing it on the grass in between you two. As much as you loved Newts reaction to your outfit, you were starting to slightly regret it. It was freezing, and the warmth of the fire unfortunately didnāt help. You hugged your knees closer to your chest. You could feel Newt eyeing you. You felt something warm wrap around you. It was Newts jacket.
āHere. You probably need it more than meā. You slip on the jacket properly and flash a grateful smile.
āThanks.ā You take another sip of the drink. You and Newt talk for a while before you lean your head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you. You were both pretty intoxicated by now.
āHey Newt, wanna know something funny?ā You say softly.
āSureā
āSometimes, I feel like my heart is about to burst when Im around you. Itās a weird feeling. Very weird.ā You say. Newt pauses for a bit, making you worried. Did you say something wrong?
āOh yeah?ā Newt says, with an amused look on his face. He leans closer to your face and your heart pounds like no other.
āYeahā¦ā you say softly. Newt smiles softly. He looks at your face, as if studying in every detail. Then, something happens. A look of doubt on his face. He seemsā¦.conflicted. Worried, almost. He stares at you for a bit before pulling back. You see his eyes glistening slightly as he looks away from you and looks at the fire.
āWell, maybe you should get that checked by one of the Med-Jacks. Seems like something serious.ā Newt says, a hint of shakiness in his voice. Barely noticeable. āI should go. We have a long day tomorrowā Newt says, before getting up and leaving you alone with your thoughts.
What. The. Shuck.
What was that? One second hes all flirty and the next he just ditches? The atmosphere was perfect! Maybe its your drunken mind, or your lack of reflection, but you were mad. And also very embarrassed. It was definitely obvious that you wanted to go in for a kiss. What were you thinking!? He basically just kindly rejected you. You put your face in your hands and sat there for a few minutes, just soaking up what happened and replaying it in your mind over and over again. You curl up in Newts jacket and wipe away a few of your loose tears that fell. Itās gonna take a lot of drinks to heal that oneā¦.
The next few days were torture. Newt has been practically ignoring you for the past few days. Youāve tried to talk to him, but he either nods you off or makes an excuse to go somewhere. Now youāve really messed it up. Just great. One of your only friendships in the glade, ruined. And the opportunity for it to become more. Just because you couldnāt shut your shucking mouth. The days have passed in a pattern. You wake up early, leave for the maze, return and shower, try a painful attempt at talking to Newt, eat, sleep, repeat. You hated every second of it. Hated how Newt ignored you and talked to you like a stranger. Hated how his eyes no longer softened when they glanced at you. Or how he no longer cares about what he looks like when heās around you. After a week of this cycle, one morning, youāve had enough. You cant let a silly mistake like that ruin 2 good years of friendship. But first, duty calls. All you need to do is make it through another day in the maze. What a drag this has beenā¦
You grab your stuff and head to the maze entrance. Minho isnāt there yet and you decide to go look for him after about 20 minutes of waiting. You find him with Newt. Oh great. This wont be awkward at all. Newt seems to be in a heated argument with Minho. You get as close as you can, which is behind a tree a few feet away, and strain your ears to listen, but you can only hear a few snippets. Itās enough, nonetheless, to piece the puzzle.
Newt: āY/Nā¦.dangerousā¦ā¦.stopā¦ā¦maze!ā
Minho: āNo!ā¦ā¦.potentialā¦ā¦.escapeā¦ā
It was clear that Newt was fighting with Minho again to keep you out of the maze. Give you another job and get on with life. But even though this shouldāve made you feel happy that Newt cares, all you really felt was rage. How could Newt judge what you do? You loved being a runner, and Newt has no say on what you do when heās practically a stranger now. Where did he get the nerve! Youāll have to talk about it with him later. You walk over and grab Minho by the arm, practically dragging him away from Newt. You ignore Newt and walk straight into the maze. It felt good to be the one to ignore now.
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