#lmao I LOVE the nipple debate

[anchoeritic]

OK BUT the way i feel like tonowari/jake would do thissssss i legit can't decide who's energy it has. what do i think i need to consult someone lmao

the way i opened this in public pls.. i’ve always seen the debate over tits n ass but i think they’re very much pro-all; titties, ass, pussy. 🫠

cuddling in a hammock under the stars w either of them and they start getting more handsy with you. “lemme feel you.” mommy milker boys. they touch you everywhere, groping at your tits, and pinching your sensitive nipples hehehehe. his teeth are nippin’ at your throat and leaving a trail of love bites down your jaw to your shoulder, mumbling sweet words against your skin.

oh, but imagine that.. while you’re pregnant.. so your tits are even more sensitive to the touch. instead of your normal soft whimpers, you’re moaning extra loud. “shh, mama.. quiet down..” and the cries leaving your throat are high key pornographic. his fingers are twisting your nipples, flicking them til they go erect in between his fingers.

#tonowari smut #jake sully smut #avatar smut #deez nuts #જ⁀➴ mail: received

[sundrop-writes]

Tongue Twister

Sub!Gar Logan x (Dom)GN!Reader

I wanna get you in a tongue twister - tied up in a tongue twister.

Summary:

You and Gar run into each other in the dark halls of Wayne Manor one night. He finds that he just can't resist your touch.

Or: You quite literally try to suck Gar's soul out through his cock, and he definitely doesn't stop you.

Sub!Gar Logan x (Dom)Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set (vaguely) during Season 3.

Word Count: 2,000

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: This is pretty much just straight smut/pwp (there is basically no plot); I say that it's 'loosely' set in Season 3 because there is a mention of the Titans staying at Wayne Manor and I was inspired by S3 Gar, but there's no plot spoilers for S3 and you don't need to have seen Titans for this to make sense (this is just hot smut about my favourite hot guy); there is slight dom/sub dynamics - Gar is somewhat submissive (he likes being manhandled and put in his place), and the reader is somewhat dominant in that they take control of Gar and take what they want; this is a blowjob fic - so, the reader is giving Gar a (very messy) blowjob; the reader's gender is not mentioned or described in any way; the main pronouns used for the reader are you/yours; slight nipple play (Gar receiving); (in terms of the canon, Gar's experience is very debatable, but I don't imagine this to be virgin!Gar, at the very least, this is inexperienced!Gar); slight crying kink - mentions of Gar crying from overstimulation and the reader enjoying it; mentions of deepthroating - the reader takes Gar's dick all the way down with no issues (unrealistic, but that happens in fics sometimes); slight manhandling (from the reader toward Gar) (but nothing to state that the reader has super impressive strength); the reader swallows Gar's cum; multiple orgasms/overstimulation (Gar receiving); I don't think I would call this dubcon, but maybe under-negotiated kink? because they didn't discuss overstimulation beforehand, but Gar still likes it; passing mention of Gar masturbating while thinking about the reader; slight ball play and slight anal play (again, all Gar receiving) and using spit as lube in the process; I think that's it for this fic? Anyway - enjoy!

A/N: I have said this before, but sometimes a tiktok edit just distinctly inspires the vibes of a fic. And I woke up the other day and searched 'Gar Logan edit' because I needed to see my boy, and then I found this amazing edit - and I got the idea stuck in my head that I needed to do a fic of S3 Gar (which is my favourite Gar) - getting the sloppiest head of all time. Cause that is what a Tongue Twister means to me. I later found the full song to listen to it, and for reference it's called Tongue Twister by Cash Cash, so that is the song that this fic is named after. It is just very straightforward pwp smut, because I love writing that about Gar lmao. I love seeing him whining and pathetic (and overstimulated). So, here you go! I hope you guys have fun with this, even if you're reading this as someone who has never seen Titans before.

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Gar had no clue how he ended up in this situation. 

It was a fucking amazing situation to be in. But still, the whole thing puzzled him. (Well, it would if he had any brain power to think about it at this current moment.) 

This whole thing started when he had woken up hungry. Which, wasn’t entirely unusual for him. Doctor Caulder said that his transformations and his ‘condition’ in general caused him to burn more calories than the average person - not nearly as much as someone like Rita, but definitely more than he used to before his genes mutated. Even on a vegetarian diet, he craved a lot of junk food, which he ate. And he didn’t seem to gain a lot of weight because of this part of his condition. And he often found himself woken in the middle of the night by a rumbling stomach. 

On his way back from the kitchen with a stomach full of nutella and banana sandwiches, he noticed a gentle glow coming from the library of Wayne Manor. He was much more awake than he had been when he had first stumbled to the kitchen, so he had decided to investigate it. He wondered who else was awake at this hour. 

It was you. Apparently doing some late night reading. 

A lot happened very quickly then. 

You reached out and thumbed a large glob of nutella off the side of his mouth, and told him that he was adorable, and delicious. And you stared him right in the eyes while you licked it off your finger - mentioning that you loved his choice to go without a shirt as you removed the now spit-soaked digit from your mouth, looking him up and down with undeniable heat in your eyes. 

Gar felt so utterly trapped. (In the best way possible.) 

That spit-wet thumb made its way to touching his bare nipple, and when he let out an uncontrollable, absolutely loud whimper - he was done. 

That was how he ended up like this. 

This wild and wicked situation being that he was currently getting the best blowjob of his life. And he never would have expected that he would ever be on the receiving end of something sexual from you (he could have only hoped) - so finding out that you could give the most mind-blowing head - well fuck, it was really something. 

You had pushed him down to sit in the middle of the couch in front of the warm glow of the fireplace and stripped him of his loose sleep pants. This left him completely naked, pinned down by your demanding touch and the suction of your mouth on his hard cock. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh my god!” 

He remembered protesting at some point. Maybe. 

If he did, it was only on the basis that the two of you might get caught. The library was a well trafficked area of the ridiculously large house. It was a quick route to get to the kitchen from the set of bedrooms that the Titans had been staying in, rather than walking through some decommissioned ‘sitting rooms’ with creepy, dusty old furniture in them. Gar could only imagine how embarrassing it would be if someone like Dick or Dawn (someone he looked up to and admired) caught him with his pants down like this. 

Not that he was even capable of embarrassment with how much lust was currently throbbing through him. But it would definitely be embarrassing when he thought about it later. 

“Please, please! More!” 

But - all those thoughts easily leaked out of his ears, and those half-baked protests died off in his throat when he felt just how perfect your mouth was on his cock. The wet, warm suction of your lips around his shaft and the way you bobbed your head into such an easy rhythm, forming hot-white streaks of pleasure all across his cock. It was all too good to try and stop it. 

When the head of his large, thick cock hit the back of your throat - he choked out a whine, seeing stars split out across his vision for a moment. You were exceedingly talented at this. 

It was partially ‘talent’, and partially the fact that you truly did want to consume him. 

Every single little moan he let out, every pathetic, sweet whimper - it only spurred you on, made you want to see more. More of the way his stomach quaked when he tried to hold it in, more of feeling his thigh muscles desperately shake under your hands when you traced your tongue under the head of his cock. More pretty tears flowing from his big brown eyes as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. More of him staring down at you in awe as you played his body like an instrument you had mastered in minutes. 

“Oh god! Oh! Oh - mmm,” 

Fueled by lustful hunger and an attraction for Gar that you had since the day you had met him, you continued on, fucking his cock with your mouth in an utterly unforgiving way. You sucked down the length of his cock and didn’t seem to care as the round cockhead hit the back of your throat, bruising it - your desperation only growing as your oxygen was cut off by the thickness of his shaft. In fact, you let out a moan of your own as his thick green pubes brushed against your nose and you inhaled his natural scent. 

The vibrations shook his cock and that only contributed to the insane pleasure he was feeling. 

Gar felt like he was slowly losing his mind. 

His hands were gripping the couch cushions wildly, finding it too rude and imposing to simply reach out and grab your hair or reach for the back of your head. Even while you handled him like he was simply a toy for your enjoyment, he couldn’t bring himself to return the favor. 

So he sat like a good boy, letting you pin him down and suck the life out of his cock. 

(Not that he wasn’t enjoying every single second of it.) 

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” 

Gar began chanting, begging in a needy voice that he barely recognized as his own. 

You easily picked up to a brutal pace - gulping down his cock so quickly that it made a sloppy noise with each quick movement, taking him from root to tip within seconds. This made your head practically blur, easily coating his dick in spit and making his skin shine with your wicked efforts.

You sucked his cock so roughly, it was like you were trying to suck something out of him. As if you were trying to obtain some source of life that would magically be drained from his balls if you tried hard enough. 

(In your mind, it was something similar to that. You were desperate to taste his cum. And his perfect noises were supplying your life in a way, so you definitely wanted more.) 

You slurped viciously against his skin, bobbing your head up and down, creating an odd juxtaposition between the very slight roughness of your tongue and the slick flood of your spit whenever you would bob back down. His cock soon became sensitive and his thighs shook - when his legs flexed up toward your head upon instinct, his muscles tightening from all of the strain, you dug your nails into the quivering skin of his thighs and shoved him back down, holding him in place. 

“Y/N!” 

He wailed your name, crying out much louder than he had intended to. 

When he looked down, he made eye contact with you, you stared back with nothing but fierceness and commanding in your eyes. You owned him and you knew it. Even from a position on your knees, you knew that you were in charge. 

His entire body shook with dizziness under the force - flooded with endorphins at being handled so roughly by you. 

Gar’s orgasm was pulled from him forcefully, brought on like a slap in the face at the realization that he loved being pinned under your touch.

“Please, please, oh, oh!” 

Gar heard that lilting, whiny voice and barely recognized it as his own. He felt the air being punched out of his stomach before he realized that he was cumming into your mouth. He thought that surely you would be satisfied by this - that you would be done because he had cum. So he simply rode it out as you hallowed your cheeks and sucked even harder on his sensitive cock. Even making the head aching and raw as you traced your tongue around it and pumped him into your mouth while his stomach shook and he practically gargled his own spit. 

But in that fraction of a moment that he thought you might be done - no. You simply continued on. 

With his cum still lingering on your tongue, you dove back down, not giving him a moment to get soft under your touch. You swallowed his length once again, and he let out a wounded cry as his dick hit the back of your throat once again. His thighs flexed and shook and you left large claw marks in him, fighting him, trying to hold him still. 

He felt hot tears streaking down his face and he knew that this was the most perfect kind of torture - the most beautiful purgatory - being here with your perfect, hot mouth around his cock, seemingly attempting to devour him while he had to sit there and take it. 

“Oh god.” 

He let out another cry and all you did was reach over and begin to stroke his balls. The skin there was already slick with spit that had dripped down from your mouth, and the touch spewed fire up through his gut and caused him to wail out crooked breaths as his vision blurred with more tears. You were so perfect between his thighs - like you knew every single thing to do in order to drive him closer to the edge of insanity. 

Whenever he had imagined you before, he imagined you soft - he had thought of making love to you when he snuck a private moment with his hand around his cock. He always imagined candles and romantic music and gentle kisses all over your body. But he never could have imagined you like this. So fucking filthy. But now, he couldn’t imagine you any other way. 

You moved your fingers down from his balls, reaching your spit-soaked fingertips down to kiss against his against his hole - and just the slight threat of those fingertips pressing into him, touching such a sensitive spot, had another orgasm barreling through him like he had been struck by lighting. 

You sucked the cum out of him like you were greedy for it, like it would restore the very life to you - this time, Gar was sure that not a single streak of it even got to touch your tongue. When he felt the harsh pin-pricks of overstimulation coating his cock, he desperately gulped for breath, searching for words. 

“Please, please!” He cried out. “I can’t - ngh - no more!” 

You moved your hands to gently rub across his thighs, and you finally pulled back so that his cock fell from your mouth with a wet pop - falling to sit on his stomach, so spit-slick and red, glistening in the low lighting, entirely sloppy and messy. 

He was the most lovely mess above you. Tear streaks coming from his eyes, wet and messy eyelashes almost obscuring his perfect doe gaze down toward you. His face was entirely flushed, all the way down to his chest, making his skin the prettiest shade of pink - matching his parted, panting lips. His thighs were covered in bright red claw marks from your nails, and you couldn’t be prouder than knowing that he would be wearing those the next day - a reminder of you under his clothes, a little something stinging against the fabric to really drive home what had happened here. 

He was so perfect like this. 

You knew for certain that this wouldn’t be the last time you had him like this. (You would crave him too badly after this.) 

“You’re cute.” You remarked, giving him a smirk with your raw lips. 

Gar would be lying if he said that the slightly condescending comment didn’t make his entirely tired dick jump with interest.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a standalone oneshot, so I will not be writing a sequel or a 'part 2' of it. However, if you liked this fic, definitely check out Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop) - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader or Not A Good Time - Gar Logan x GN!Reader which are similar fics to this one! Or you can check out the entirety of my Titans Masterlist for more fics written by me. And remember, reblogging and commenting is always helpful to support fanfic writers <3

#sundrop writes #dc titans #gar logan x reader #garfield logan x reader #garfield logan #gar logan #dc titans fanfiction #titans #titans x reader #hbo titans #titans fanfiction #titans x you

[love4ab]

Trick or treat [austin b.]

prompt ; While making treats for a Halloween party, Austin gets you a bit distracted ;)

warnings ; dom!austin. sub!reader. degrading. spanking. nipple play. fingering. p in v. choking. slight food play. pet names [sweetheart, love, doll, good girl]. edging. spelling errors <3.

a/n ; This was inspired by Stargirl lol. I wanted to post this on halloween night but i’ve been debating and just left it in drafts. I’m new to tumblr so i barely know how to work this app LMAO-

"What are you making, Babe?" Austin asked, leaning back on the marbled kitchen island and grabbing a can of whip cream, spraying it in his mouth. "I’m making chocolate-covered strawberries for tonight!" You answered him. We were heading to a get-together with close friends to celebrate Halloween tonight, so you were making a few treats.

"Mhm, they look good, just like you." Austin walked behind you, watching as you dipped and swirled the red strawberries in the melted dark chocolate. Austin wrapped his big hands around your waist, moving your hair to the side, and started trailing sloppy kisses down the side of your neck. "Austin, we don’t have time for this!" you said, trying to make him stop even though you both knew you wanted him to keep going.

"You want me to stop, sweetheart?" "Hm?" He hummed against your neck, sucking and biting on your sweet spot, causing your head to lean back against his shoulder and a moan to escape your lips. "I’ll take that as a no." His big hands found their way up your stomach, meeting your chest. He groped your tits, teasing your nipples through the thin black fabric of your bodycon dress. He continued sucking and biting all over your neck, sure to leave marks for others to see later on. You put the strawberry down in your hand, setting it aside for later.

"Austin!" you moaned as he continued his movements on your neck and nipples. "What do you want, love?" He whispered in your ear, gently biting your earlobe. You whimpered from the unexpected pinch on your ear. "I can’t know what you want if you don’t use your words." He rasped at your ear, stopping his assault on your nipples and neck.

"I want you, Austin! You!" You nearly moaned out. "Yeah, of course you want me, you little slut." He roughly whispered in your ear before twisting you around to face him. Your eyes met his blue eyes, which had a look ready to destroy you. He crashed his lips on yours, his hand roaming down your thighs, slipping your short dress up. Austin's rough hands start groping your ass as his lips attack yours.

"Austin, please!" You begged for more of his touch. He pulled his right hand back, landing a hard spanking on your ass, his rings adding more sting. You bounced up from his smack, whimpering from the sting of his hand. He pulled your thong aside, his long fingers smoothly sliding through your wet slit. You moaned into Austin's mouth, and you could feel the cocky smirk spreading across his face. "Already so wet and desperate, sweetheart?" "I've barely started." The words coming from his mouth are nearly making you cum.

He glided his index finger, lubricating it with your wetness. He slid his finger on your clit, moving in achingly slow circles. You moaned in frustration, his slow circles not satisfying you enough. "Faster or I’ll do it myself." You scoffed, knowing this would send Austin over the edge. His hand quickly snaked its way up to your neck, choking you with a tight grip. He took his fingers away from your slit, and you whimpered from the loss of pleasure. "Keep the attitude, and I’ll leave you wet and needy all fucking night, Love." He pulled you up to meet his face by the grip on your neck. "I’m sorry!" You quickly apologize, knowing that he’s not joking around.

He let go of your neck, and you stumbled down to your feet, breathing heavily while trying to catch your breath. Austin finished pulling your dress up, your boobs popping out due to the fact you had no bra on. Austin pulled you up on the kitchen island and said, "My doll looks so pretty." He softly grabbed your jaw, pecking a kiss on your red, swollen lips. Austin stepped back, looking around the kitchen until something caught his eye. He grabbed the whip cream can he was previously eating. He popped the top off, shaking it in his hand before squeezing two swirls on both your nipples. You flinched due to the coldness as your nipples hardened. He leaned down, slowly swirling his tongue around your nipples, licking and sucking the whip cream off both of them. Your mouth formed an "O" as you moaned.

His hands trailed down your waist, his fingers looping around the side of your thong, pulling them down until they slid off your legs, landing on the tile. Austin wrapped a hand around your neck and said, "Open." Austin said as he slid his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. You sucked and swirled your tongue around Austin's fingers; he groaned as your movements had an effect on him. He shoved his fingers deeper in your mouth, causing you to gag and tears to fill your eyes. Austin pulled his fingers out quickly, making their way to your core. He pushed them both in with no warning. You gasped and threw your head back, your hands holding you up as Austin quickly pumped his fingers in and out of you. his hand still with a grip on your neck, "You going to be the good girl you always are for me?" He asked you, and moans came from your mouth as you tried to answer him. He suddenly lets the grip on your neck go and pulls his fingers out. You pulled your head up, confused. "No! Please! I promise, I’ll be a good girl for you! You cried out and begged Austin.

"You’re so desperate and needy for me, it’s adorable." He let a little laugh out before shoving his fingers back in, his thumb playing with your clit. Your head fell back again, the noise of your moans and whimpers filling the quiet. Your nails scratching against the cold marble counter top, your back arching from pleasure "Austin, I-I-" You were about to speak, but Austin knew the words that were about to spill from your mouth. "No!" He reacted quickly, pulling his fingers out. "Austin! What the fuck! Please!" You cried out in frustration. "Quiet. before I don’t let you finish." He said it angrily.

Austin pulled you off the counter and onto your feet, your legs shaking and about to give out until he grabbed you by the waist, turning you around, and bending you over the island. You hear him unbuckle his jeans; his pants are falling to the floor. He pushed you down against the counter, grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, and with his free hand, he landed a hard smack against your ass. The sting caught you by surprise as you whimpered from the sting.

Austin positioned himself as he slowly slid himself in; you moaned, and Austin let out a low groan. He slowly sped up his movements, causing your back to arch, and loud moans and groans from the both of you filled the room. He grabbed a bunch of your hair, twisting it around his hand, and pulled your head back. You let out a whimper from the pain. "Next time you use that mouth to talk to me like that, oh, you’ll regret it, Baby." He spoke out of breath, tugging at your hair when he finished his sentence. "Oh, well, we’ll see how much I regret it, baby." You replied back to him. Tugging my hair once more, he went faster, and You screamed as he hit the spot You been dying for him to hit. His strokes were getting sloppy, and your insides clenched around him as I was about to come.

"Cum for me, sweetheart." Austin shouted as he felt you about to finish, and with those four words, a rush came over your body as you let out a scream and came all over Austin. A few seconds later, Austin let out a moan as he finished.

Austin pulled out as you both caught your breath and came down from your highs. When you both calmed down, Austin pulled his boxers and pants up, looping his belt through his pants. He grabbed a wet towel, helping you clean up the mess he made between your thighs. After he finished washing his hands, you were still seated on the counter, exhausted.

Austin came to you, pulling your dress back down. He fixed the black cat ears that rested on your head and said, "Come on, kitty cat, we don’t want to be late because of you!" He said as you playfully rolled your eyes and giggled.

"Trick or Treat!" We got interrupted by a group of kids at the door. Austin placed a soft kiss on your lips before he went off to give candy to the kids.

You smiled to yourself, hearing Austin make the kids laugh as he was handing out candy.

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler smut #austin butler imagine #austin butler fandom #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #smut #imagine #oneshot #austin butler one shot

[mika-moof]

Get prime numbers'd

Omg here we go, there's so many uwehhhh

2. What am i obsessed with right now?

Right now i would say my hyperfixation is Manga and Tales of Symphonia! I've been reading a ton of manga nonstop and my friend has been streaming ToS for us and it's been really fun ^^

3. Have i ever done any drugs?

Routinely eat weed edibles and tonic but that's it. Am interested in shrooms for the PTSD therapy though

5. How many people have i kissed

Hkbsknkbsojpsjkbekbsbjjdg technically 2.5?

The .5 comes from a coworker who kissed me on the lips (no tongue THANK FUCK LOL) on his last day of work??? It was fuckin weird lmao

The others were my ex and someone else

7. Who are you jealous of?

I try not to be jealous of people, but i tend to get jealous at people with supportive families/surrounding people and partners. I've finally got a friend group who supports me, but it's been very isolating otherwise

11. If i could teleport anywhere in the world, where would i go?

It depends, if i have a return teleport probably Japan? I've wanted to go for a loooooong time. If i have to get back normally, probably just to a friend's house nearby or to fuckin portillos since doordash IS DRIVING AWAY WITH MY FOOD

13. Do you have/would i get my nipples pierced?

I would LOVE to get them pierced but I'm a big baby around pain t_t i would need lots of positive reinforcement while it's happening

17. Am i angry with someone right now?

Yeah, big time, no one who follows me here though

19. Would i change my name and what would i change it to?

I'm thinking of changing it to "Mika Adora Morgan"! Still up for debate though

23. 5 favorite bands/musical artists

Right now it's probably Ado, Spyair, Yoasobi, and after that it's a bit hard to say. I've been listening to a lot of Mina-bass and amalee recently!

29. Most overrated movie?

Can i say like every superhero movie ever? It's just exhausting

31. Already answered this one ^^

37. Any tattoos?

No but i wish i did!!! Big baby around pain, but maybe in the future!

41. How many followers go i have?

Last i checked around 43ish?

43. What's my guilty pleasure?

Reading really shitty manga, especially isekai and c tier romance manga (and especially c tier

47. If i could marry any and celebrity who would it be?

None, I'm demi and unless there's a rich girl celebrity who wants to marry me for clout to say "look I'm married to a trans woman!" And give me the million dollars from earlier I'm not interested

#mika answers #ask meme

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Despite the timing not actually working, my favorite conspiracy theory is that Justin Trudeau is Fidel Castro's son primarily because the people who debate this specifically cite the color of his nipples as proof.

oh no, the timing checks out on that. I've decided it does.

#lmao I LOVE the nipple debate #respond Mr. Tradeu #the people need answers #lmao #asks #molly mumbles #rumbleyinmytumbley

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

THAT DRAGON ZHONGLI X BUNNY READER AAAAAA 😳😳😳 THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD, YOU A 5-STAR CHEF 🙏🏻

Can I request a continuation of that one-shot in which Zhongli & reader adjusts to a more domestic life after reader gives birth to their *ehem* litter of children? In addition to breeding kink, Zhongli also develops a lactation kink (*/ω＼*)

gordon ramsay ain't got nothing on me with that fic lmao(❤´艸｀❤)ψ(｀∇´)ψ Here you go, anon! Have some more dragon zhongli and bunny reader ╰(￣ω￣ｏ)

No children were neglected in the making of this fic lmao

The Sweet Marriage Life of a Horny Dragon and Gullible Rabbit

Summary: Mornings where Zhongli wakes up first, basks in the presence of his newly made family, and spending time with you are the best kind of mornings in his life.

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The best kind of mornings, in Zhongli’s most esteemed opinion, were the ones when the whole house was quiet. The steady breathing of your chest filling his ears, the morning cacophony of Liyue as it began its day slipping in through the windows and walls of your shared home, Qing Jīngshén Manor. Mornings like these are the ones he loved waking up to, he could spend a few moments basking in your presence and the warmth of his children surrounding the two of you.

Zhongli smiles and simply observes you and your five children. 3 had clear and distinct features of your Rabbit Clan whereas the other two had the familiar gradient of his dragon kind. Seeing all of you cuddling for warmth made his heart swell, he couldn’t resist giving you and the children kisses on the forehead.

He chuckles softly seeing his youngest,a rabbit, frown and curl up from the disturbance.

“Mnnn...go back to sleep” You mumbled, eyes closed as you gently turned over to nestle in Zhongli’s waiting arms.

“It’s time for breakfast” He replied as he gave you another kiss.

You kept silent, debating with yourself whether it was worth waking up for or starting the day a bit late would be more to your liking, “Let me sleep for another hour and I’ll suck your cocks after the kids get their breakfast.”

You didn’t need to hear his answer, not when you could feel the immediate bulge of his cocks pressing against you. You smiled and went back to sleep, knowing that Zhongli had gotten up to feed your children with the stock of breast milk you had produced the night before.

After feeding the children, it was time to leave the children in their playpen and wake you up. Smiles came easier to Zhongli when compared to the past. It was hard not to since the mere sight of you or the children was enough to make his heart burst with love and happiness. A soft call of your name and a sweet kiss to your lips were enough to wake you up.

You blink slowly, sluggishly looking at your husband and reaching for him. Zhongli moves closer and kisses you once more, both of you smiled while you kissed and simply enjoyed the intimacy.

“Good morning” You greeted him, eyes half-lidded from a good night’s sleep.

“Good morning” He greeted back and laid another kiss on your lips.

Kissing you had become Zhongli’s favorite modes of affection. One he had no shame in practicing in private and public. Be it a kiss to your cheek or to your forehead, or anywhere else, Zhongli had grown proficient in kissing you among other things. And right now as your hands trailed down his bare chest, resting on the hems of his pants, you gave him a trail of kisses and small nips that started from his throat down to his chest and stomach and ended at the visible tent from his cocks.

No matter how many times Zhongli had seen you take both of his cock at the same time, it never failed to make him more aroused. The sight of your lips lapping at his cock, almost gagging on it, the feeling of your tongue swirling around it, made him lose control.

Somewhere between giving his cocks kisses and your tongue licking all the precum, Zhongli found himself in complete control of your actions. His hips were roughly thrusting into your mouth, fucking it until tears fell from your eyes and the scent of your arousal filled his nostrils.

His cocks were bulging and hot, your moans created a vibration that only served to make the act more pleasurable to you both. You clung to his hips, opening your mouth further, a silent request to fuck you harder and Zhongli was never one to deny you such pleasures. So he grabs hold of your hair and began thrusting into your mouth pussy harder and faster until your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Drool dripped down the corners of your mouth as Zhongli spilled his thick cum down your throat until you couldn’t take it any more, you coughed out some of his cum, your ass unconsciously presenting itself to him, as you tried to stop your coughing fit.

Zhongli pats your back, chest rumbling as he positioned himself behind you, hand on his cocks. By the time you recognized the feeling of his cock, it was too late, your hole was already penetrated and you could only moan in pleasure, your tail twitching as the silk sheets rubbed on your sensitive nipples.

Your short moans with each thrust of his cocks only invigorated Zhongli, his fingers gripped your hips tightly, leaving bruises on your skin as his cocks repeatedly slammed inside your wet hole.

“I still-!” You moaned loudly as Zhongli’s hand squeezed your left tit, milk gushing out as he tweaked and pinched your nipple, “Noo~Ah! Don’t waste the milk~!”

Your words fell in deaf ears as you moaned and subconsciously adjusted your position to make thing easier for Zhongli, your hips swayed left and right, moving in coordination with his thrust to bring both of you to the heights of pleasure. His thick cocks scraped your insides, filling you to the brim until you could only cry for his cocks.

He whispered praise in your ears as he lifted you to his chest, he didn’t stop thrusting as he did so and soon enough you came on his cocks, milk dripping down your sensitive nipples. You sobbed as your body arched in pleasure and then you felt his semen fill your insides until it overflowed and dripped down your whole and into his cocks.

“Can we have breakfast now?” You asked him as you laid limp and content on his arms.

“Not yet” Zhongli replied as he laid you back on the bed, his cocks easily sliding out of your abused hole.

You stared at him, eyes travelling down his handsome face, to the hickeys you left on his chest and finally settling on his still erect cocks that were dripping beads of cum. You smiled and seductively spread your legs and showed him the work of his marvelous cocks that ruined you.

Zhongli smiled at you, seductive and domineering, that it sent a spike to your heart.

“Didn’t you say not to waste the milk?” His grin was outright lustful as he thrusted his cocks inside your cum-filled and dripping hole. His mouth quickly latches unto your nipples.

Your large milk-filled breasts were gathered to the center, held by his large hands as he sucked on your tits. His cocks slid in and out of your pussy, the sensations of your nipples and pussy being played with made your body move involuntarily, the pleasure was blinding and you could only desperately scratch at Zhongli’s back. Moaning and pleading for release as he relentlessly toyed with your body.

Each thrust of his dicks sent shivers down your spine. Your sensitive nipples only added to the haze of pleasure that had your mind melting. Your pussy felt raw and you wanted to curse at his libido.

‘I’m definitely not changing into a female form next time!’ You thought angrily as you moaned from your orgasm, Zhongli’s thick and throbbing cocks relentless as it fucked you through your release.

Your legs grew slack and your body was limp as Zhongli dumped his cum on your abused hole. His previous cum, your slick and his new cum mixed together and dripped down your slit, puddle forming on the entrance of your pussy. Zhongli smiled in contentment and smugness at seeing your flushed and content face.

Your cum filled hole, cum stained body, and leaking tits was an erotic sight. Had he been irresponsible he would have kept on fucking you until you could only beg and think of his cock but Zhongli knew that you had already hit your limit for this morning’s sex and held back.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked sweetly.

“Bastard! If you kept on fucking me like that I’d be on the confinement period for forever!” You cursed at him, even as you enjoyed the pleasant ache of being fucked over and over again.

Zhongli hummed, ignoring your temporary anger, he knew that it was just a token complaint. Even so he coaxed you, he didn’t mind carrying this pot.

“Mn. Wife, I was wrong.”

A gentle kiss on your neck and then your lips was enough to douse the flames of indignance in your heart. You smiled and cutely burrowed yourself on his chest. Even though it had already been months since your marriage with him, the joy from being newly wedded hadn’t faded away.

Somehow, for all of his flaws and your non-existent parental skills, the marriage was working well and so was the parenting. You gave him pecks on his lips, cheeks and neck.

“Just cook me some eggs and bacon” You told him as you encircled your arms on his neck.

Zhongli smiled and kissed you once more, deeply, tongues intertwined with each other that left you almost breathless. He carried you out of the bedroom and gently placed you on the dining table.

“???” You looked at him in confusion.

“The rice would take a while to cook so for now, you can have my cum to fill your stomach♡”

Your face flushed in embarrassment but all of it faded away once Zhongli masterfully brought you to a new plateau of pleasure. Zhongli happily began to fill you up again.

“Nooo♡! I can’t anymore♡!”

“Haaah♡♡”

“Nnn! Too much♡♡♡”

“You’ll break me♡♡♡♡”

“Haaahaaa♡♡sto-!!”

“I’ll end up pregnant♡♡♡♡!”

‘This is truly the best kind of morning!’

“You stupid pervert♡♡♡♡!!!”

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader

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uncharted territory | kth

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: lmao i don’t even know... angst? smut?

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.5K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: use of alcohol and weed, cursing, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, over-the-shirt nipple play, dry humping, ruined orgasms.

⤑ A/N: hihihi! just here to remind you how much i appreciate all of you guys reading this story nd getting as invested as you are!! don’t hesitate to let me know what’s on your mind - no matter what it is ., feedback is my favorite!!

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 19:07

Hoseok is leaning handsomely against the side of his car when you're stepping out. Arms crossed over his chest as his teeth nibble on his lower lip, eyes seeming to sparkle when he's looking at you. The shine only getting brighter when the corners of his mouth lift into a smile. Body lifting from the side of the car to pull the passenger's door open, gesturing to it with his hand.

“Ooh, check out the gentleman,” You're teasing with a laugh, ducking into your seat as he rolls his eyes. Jogging around the front of the car until he's sinking into the spot beside you, taking another moment to let his eyes travel over your body.

Nodding slightly to himself before he's grinning, “You look hot,” His warm hand landing on your thigh to give it a little squeeze before he's pulling from his parking spot and onto the road.

Compliments from Hoseok came sparingly, wasn't really one to gush over your appearance with mere words. He was more of a show-er than a talker in that sense. So when he was paying you a compliment, it was never anything all that deep. Never once compared the brightness of your eyes to the sunlight or whatever Shakespearean shit he could muster up. He was just going with what he thought and you appreciated that.

It kept things from getting confusing between the two of you. If he was constantly dotting on you and telling you how amazing he thought you were (and you were amazing, no doubt about that), but if he was telling you.. it would definitely put a damper on your whole arrangement. You were a simple girl to be completely honest. Words got to you, you'd be head over heels in love if he was calling you beautiful every chance he got.

Hot was good. Hot was fine. Hot was safe. Because catching feelings for Hoseok? You'd be better off standing in the middle of the road waiting to be run over. And then getting the driver to put it in reverse. Hoseok was brutal when it came to girls and relationships, didn't waste time on feelings or the overly emotional.

A bit of an asshole, but that was why you liked him. He knew how to keep things fun and exciting, loved being surrounded by people. But he wouldn't hesitate to tell someone to fuck off if the circumstances called for it. He was cool. To put it simply. A very cool guy taking you out on a date. Anyone would be giddy about that, it was Jung Hoseok for crying out loud!

“What you got a taste for?” His eyes don't move from the road in front of him. One hand steering the wheel while the other keeps its hold on your thigh. Skin easily warming under his touch, you force yourself to focus on what he's saying.

Having to keep yourself from suggesting, (for the first time in person but the eighth(?) to him) skipping dinner and going back to your place to make proper use of your time. You bite that down. He wanted to take you out to eat, so you planned to humor him. Eat with him so he can eat you out. Simple.

“Anything, really. You like pasta. Should we just go to that Italian place?” With a slight nod, he's directing the car toward the restaurant. The smile on his face lets you know that he had been secretly hoping to get to eat there tonight. It was his favorite place to go, knew the menu like the back of his hand.

So he's pleased that you're suggesting it.

The car ride is filled with soft music and playful banter about whatever comes to mind. He's challenging you, saying things that he knows will get under your skin just to hear you argue why he's wrong. Laughing as you outline all the reasons why mints and chocolate should be far away from each other.

He keeps a gentle hand on the small of your back as he leads you into the restaurant. Still egging you on with why he thinks you're wrong, laughing at the way your face twists up at him. Pausing only briefly to get your table, but the debate is in full swing the moment the two of you are settled across from each other.

There's a subtle type of competitiveness in his tone, paired with the playful smile on his face. Not even a full hour here with him and you were starting to see what Jimin was talking about. Being out with Hoseok, talking beyond where you should do it next, was something you never considered. 

It's nice.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 19:59

Conversation between the two of you doesn't die down even after your food is being set down in front of you. You're only now noticing that you never really talked to Hoseok before. You were friends, of course, that's what the 'F' in FWB stood for, but you were more like group friends.

Never really hung out alone until some months ago when you were starting this whole thing up. And fucking didn't really account for all that much talking. You knew nothing about him aside from the fact he was Taehyung's asshole womanizer roommate. No idea how witty, how animated, how attractive he could be.

It made you want him even more.

He's in the middle of explaining the King Henry VIII drama he had seen the other night, which is also surprising. He almost seemed 'too cool' to be this interested in a period piece starring Natalie Portman. But he's speaking so excitedly, that you can't help but hang on to every word from his lips. All until your phone is flashing on the table beside you, Taehyung's smiling face lighting up the screen.

The buzz steals both of your attention from the conversation, your brow furrowing slightly. A part of you knows that he's only calling for nonsense, probably in the midst of a fight with his girlfriend and he's calling for you to tell him he's right. It's hardly ever an emergency when he's calling you, so there should be no problem with letting his call go to voicemail.

Especially this close to the end of your date, you'd be heading back home with Hoseok in no time. Plus he could just text you if it was something important. There was no reason to answer, and yet, you can't keep your hand from reaching for the device. Shooting an apologetic smile over at Hoseok.

“He knows I'm with you... he wouldn't call if-,” The nod of Hoseok's head cuts you off, waving you away with a smile to take your call. And you're excusing yourself quickly, pressing the phone to your ear once you're far enough away from the table.

He better have his dick caught in a mousetrap or something to justify interrupting your dinner. “Tae. What's going on?” You listen, for any telling sounds of things being out of the ordinary. All you hear is the hum of the TV and his heavy breathing hitting the line.

“Yn, you've gotta get over here.” There's an urgency in his voice that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing. “Why? What's going on?” It's probably something stupid, it usually is when it comes to Taehyung. But curiosity has already set in and you find yourself thinking of how to tell Hoseok you have to go. 

“I can't just tell you... you have to come,”

Groaning into the phone, your hand lifts to pinch the base of your nose. A deep sigh leaving your lips. “Tae. I'm out right now. If this isn't urgent-”

He's quick to cut your words, “It really can't wait.” He almost sounds serious, which has the slight annoyance you feel melting away. “Okay, okay. I'll be there in a minute,” Quick to hang up the phone and head back over to the table.

Hoseok has his head bowed, full attention on the plate of lasagna as he shovels forkfuls into his mouth. Reaching for his glass as you slip back into your seat, gulping down his water. And you're two seconds from telling him that you have to go when he's reaching for his napkin, wiping the corner of his lips.

“Taehyung needs you to rush over?” How he was able to just guess that is beyond you, but you're nodding your head a sheepish smile taking over your features. “He says it's urgent,” You genuinely feel bad. Even though things between Hoseok weren't any deeper than hooking up, you still had agreed to come out with him. To stay out with him.

To leave in the middle of it (not to mention before you could wrap everything up and go back home) felt shitty. You were having a good time getting to know him, but if you didn't go see what was going on with Taehyung, you knew it would bother you for the rest of the night.

Despite everything, Hoseok seems to understand. Insisting you finish the rest of your risotto before he's paying the bill. He even keeps up with the bubbly conversation from earlier, enjoying the sound of your laughter all the way to the car. Guiding you in with a gentle hand on the small of your back.

He lets you choose the music and hums along with the songs you play. It's not long before he's pulling up in front of his house, car staying on as he steps on the brake. You wait for him to put the car in park and when he doesn't, you're shooting a confused look in his direction.

“You're not coming in?”

He's quick to shake his head, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “I'm gonna go see what's up with those girls in building E.” Oh. Right. You almost forgot for a second who you were dealing with. Jung Hoseok, notorious fuck boy. If he wasn't sleeping with you, then he'd just find someone else to do it with.

Feeling bad for cutting your date short was useless. “See you later, then.” He meets your words with a nod, waiting patiently for you to get out of his car. Spares a moment to lift his hand in a wave before he's speeding down the road.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 20:21

Taehyung is sat on the couch when you enter the house. Hunched over a bowl with chopsticks in hand. Torso bare and hair falling in a ruffled mess around his face. He doesn't budge at the sound of the door, too focused on pushing long strings of spicy noodles into his mouth.

He could've at least put together a fake emergency if he was going to call you over like this. Pretended his arm was broken or something, instead of coolly sitting on the couch trying to gulp down his beer around the mouthful of Ramen.

“Hey! What's so urgent? Why are you half-naked?” Your loud voice startles him, droplets of beer falling from his lips and rolling down his chest. He swallows, reaching forward to grab up a napkin, using it to wipe at his well worked on pecs. 

Your eyes follow the movement of his hand, long fingers brushing the droplets from his tanned skin. It must be the anticipation of getting fucked tonight because you're finding it hard to tear your gaze from the ripples of his stomach. “I'm in from the gym,” He explains the no shirt, the tightness in his arms that have fallen victim to your greedy stare. Flexing obviously as he reaches for his drink again, taking a few sips before he's picking up his bowl. His chest tenses with the movement.

Has he always been this... wow? Quite literally staring in the middle of the room, greedily enjoying the sight of your best friend without his shirt on. Yet, it's not the first time you've seen him sans shirt. Countless sleepovers and pool parties, but his bare stomach seemed different now.

Seriously. Did he always have abs like that?

You're forcing yourself to look away, face grimacing at the loud burp he lets out. Enough to snap you from your thoughts, wherever they were going was uncharted territory. And you had no interest in exploring that, especially when you were supposed to be annoyed with him!

“What's the problem? Why'd you make me rush over?” Wearily, you step closer to him. Eyes scanning over his body in a less pervy way, trying to detect any sign of injury. Maybe even a paper cut a little too deep. “Are you okay?” Your face inches from his, still searching.

He's laughing, hand lifting to rest on your forehead, pushing your head back slightly. “I'm fine. Want some?” Taehyung lifts the bowl between the two of you. And your gaze drops to the spicy scent. And normally you'd be letting out an excited whoop, accepting his generous offer and plopping down beside him.

But right now, all you are is annoyed. Annoyed and frustrated. If it wasn't for him, no doubt you'd be off somewhere with Hoseok, minutes from having your eyes rolled back, nails scraping against his skin. Instead, you're here, no emergency in sight. You shaved for this! Matched your lingerie for this! What a waste.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? I was out with Hoseok, Taehyung.” As if he didn't know. And he had the audacity, to sit there, slurping his noodles as if he wasn't at fault for this annoying ache in the pit of your stomach. Something that would've been long taken care of if it wasn't for him.

His shoulders lift in an uninterested shrug, jaw falling slack as he shovels another mouthful into his mouth. “Well... now you're not. It's extra spicy. Your favorite,” He's offering more food up to you and all you do is roll your eyes, letting out a frustrated huff.

“You're fucking ridiculous,” You scoff, hands rummaging through the contents of your purse until your fingers are catching onto your phone. “I'm calling Hoseok,” You announce for no real reason, especially because he acts as if he hasn't heard your words. Attention back on the hot bowl in his lap.

He's being weird and you don't know what it is. Noticed it in doses these past few days and assumed it would just blow over... but he just seemed to be acting more and more out of character the more time passed. It confused you. And you hated being confused.

Part of you was convinced that it had something to do with him now knowing that you're sleeping with his roommate. The side comments, inadvertently trying to cock block, and now this being proof enough. But there was another part of you... a much smaller, poorly trained part, that was convinced these were the actions of a jealous man.

What would he have to be jealous of, right? It wasn't like he wanted to be the one sleeping with Hoseok. Well, debatable... but seriously, the way he's been acting lately has led you to believe that there was something else going on that he wasn't telling you. Tae's known the guys you've fucked around with before and never has he acted so... stiff?

Something changed. Something was different. And you can't help but wonder if the picture incident had something to do with it. Highly unlikely, as Joon said, he has probably already forgotten about it. But, nothing else made sense.

Hoseok doesn't answer. Not like you actually expected him to. He went to 'see what's up with the girls in Building E'. No doubt busy with that, why would he answer his phone? “Come on, Yn.” Taehyung is beside you now, you're not sure when he stood up, but you can smell the sweetness of his body spray. Even after the time, he spent in the gym.

“Listen, I'm sorry I interrupted you.” His hand is reaching to lower your phone, halting your request for an Uber. “...but you're here now. Just stay. Relax.” Flashing that breathtaking smile of his and it's becoming apparent how he gets away with so much. This boy knew how to use his looks to his advantage, there was no denying that.

But, you're not easily fooled. “You can't just interrupt my dates because you're lonely,” Some of the bite is gone from your tone. Not entirely sure how upset with him you really were. Of course, calling you out when he knew you were with someone else was shitty... but it was Taehyung!

A terrible reason, but the best one you could come up with. There was no way staying mad at him was an option, when he has done the reverse many times with you involved. He's smirking at you, picking up on the anger melting away from your features. “So it was a date. You told me it was just dinner,” He teases.

Not entirely pissed at him anymore, but that didn't mean you'd just let his stupidity slide. This was the second time he's interfered with your much needed Vitamin D and it was about time he heard something about it. “Just dinner. A date. A fucking square dance. Taehyung, you can't just cut in because you want.” He's looking at you funny, this dazed expression that you've never seen directed to you before. From him.

It makes your heart stutter, so you ignore it. “What if I did the same with you? If you were out with Ailee and I called you up with some stupid excuse?” He doesn't even hesitate, dark eyes glued to yours. A stare so intense, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “I'd come running,” The deepness of his voice and the seriousness of his tone has your breath hitching.

There was no way this was happening. You were used to flirty Taehyung, got pretty good at compartmentalizing your feelings when it came to the Taehyung that you dealt with on a day-to-day basis. But this... this was different. Uncharted territory, indeed. The way he was looking at you? Talking to you? Nothing like you've ever handled before when it came to him.

No idea how you were supposed to react, so you decide to just leave to keep from making a fool of yourself in front of him. “I'm leaving. Goodnight, Taehyung. Call your girlfriend.” A halfhearted request, you're really just reminding yourself that he has one. And while 'The Other Woman' was a great song, that wasn't you.

“She broke up with me like an hour ago,” Again? You want to say, feigning disbelief. Their routine breakups were far from surprising and they always ended up in the same way: them back together and holed up in Taehyung's room for days on end. Only to end in a pointless fight that would repeat the cycle.

They were always broken up, but that didn't mean they were done with each other. It never meant that. “Please, stay.” He's pouting obnoxiously, so you're confused why you find it so cute. Fingers laced with yours as he lightly shakes your arm. “I miss hanging out with you,” Puppy dog eyes aimed right at your heart.

He's not wrong. It's been a little while since the two of you just hung out. Lounged around in sweats, ate, and watched bad TV. And it was very unlikely that Hoseok would be returning your call. Jimin is surely busy with Jungkook or something. You'd just be going home to sit around and do exactly what you could do here.

“Fine.” Eyes rolling to exaggerate your annoyance. “Go make another packet while I change,” Soft hair bounces as he nods his head, turning to pick up his half-empty bowl from the coffee table, carrying it into the kitchen.

You're halfway up the stairs before he's calling out to you, smiling when he sees your head poke around the corner. “I'm really sorry I ruined your date. That was not cool,” There's sincerity in his tone and in his eyes, every last bit of annoyance or frustration you felt dissipating at the sight.

“It's fine,” The prettiest smile he's ever seen pushes onto your lips, nearly stealing his breath away. “I'll just have to text Hoseok and explain your issue with separation,” Giggling at your own lighthearted joke and he's matching the sound. 

Silently praying you hurry upstairs so he can get his heart in check. So he could think. Something he's been skipping out on that since the moment he picked up his phone and decided to call you.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 21:43

You're wearing basketball shorts. His basketball shorts. Paired with a sports bra that you must've left here for one reason or another. It takes everything in him not to zero in on the jiggle of your ass as you pass him. The pebble of your nipples pushing against the fabric. You always complained about how cold his apartment was.

He tries not to stare as you stretch to pull a bowl from the cupboard, laughing out loud when you realize that he's already taken one down for you. Thanking him as you move to stand close. Your cheeks are red and irritated from the quick way you removed your makeup with the dried-out wipes you left in his bathroom. Hair let out of the tight ponytail, cascading down your back in pretty waves.

It's not until you're pinning him with a furrowed brow and an upturn of your upper lip, does he realize he's literally gawking at you. With this unmistakable love-struck look in eyes. “Why are looking at me like that?” Spoken while plucking a piece of meat from the pan and pushing it into your mouth.

Caught and he doesn't even think of trying to backtrack. With a shrug of his shoulders, he's turning his attention back to the food in front of him. “I don't know. You just look beautiful or whatever,” He can hardly look at you as the words leave his lips, afraid you'll catch the blush on his cheeks.

“Or whatever?” You joke with a laugh, ignoring the flip of your stomach at the compliment. Instead, you move to the fridge, retrieving a couple of eggs while chastising him on forgetting the best part. Not sure what was up with him, but you refuse to let yourself get carried away.

You've spent so long accepting that he has and only will see you as a friend. Best friend, even. And just because he was throwing a few compliments your way didn't mean that everything all of a sudden changed. Nothing has changed. The two of you were still in the same spot you had been two years ago.

 Taehyung serves you with a smile ten minutes later, fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than normal. Not long enough to be weird, but definitely long enough to get the wheels turning in your brain. And then he's plopping down across from you like nothing, head ducked as he takes the first steamy bites of his food.

It takes everything in him not to profess his unclear feelings. Trying to limit how often he looks at you, censoring his thoughts as they teeter between mushy and cringe. It's hard with the way you're joking between bites the way you always do, he can't help but notice how pretty you are.

He felt lucky to have you like this. Even if it wasn't truly having you. Just the fact that you were comfortable enough around him to be like this. Even if it had been years, it felt different now somehow.

Everything felt different since he's started to notice little things about you that he failed to see all along. Your cute habit of flicking and tossing your hair as you spoke, more often with how animated you got. How your eyes lit up when you were excited. That tiny dimple at the corner of your mouth, which only made an appearance when you were laughing really hard.

On top of it all, he was noticing how obvious you were. Not exactly sure when it clicked in his mind and it could very well be his ego talking, but he was starting to feel like he wasn't the only one keeping a mental scrapbook. The more attention he paid to you and your little mannerisms, the more he picked up on the fact that you were doing the same.

Whenever he'd bite his lip, rest his cheek on his palm, angle his head in a certain way – your eyes would follow. And how could he forget the lust-filled look on your face as your eyes devoured him, it hadn't even been a full ten minutes since you got there and you were so obvious.

A wonder he didn't notice it before, but now that he thinks back... all of the signs were there. Everything that he missed has been screaming at him for the past-however-many years. And as much as he wanted to do something about it, he knew he had to be careful.

Extremely careful.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 23:52

Right now, you had your legs in his lap – ankle inches from his junk, but that's the least of your concerns. You're more focused on tucking every last crumb of weed into the paper, eyes flickering between your fingers and the TV screen. 

“How is she this oblivious?” You're commenting with a wrinkle of your brow and Taehyung has to act like he's been following the plotline all along.

From what he was able to pick up with your brief summary of the plot and the way you talked over every scene with backstory, the main character was set the be married to a man with much more experience than her. In life. In the bedroom. The scene playing in front of you right now she was just finding out that he had been lying about not being able to have children.

You had suggested starting from episode one, but he denied the offer. There was something about watching you explain a show while getting frustrated about the scenes that played out before you that he found endearing. Not a new feeling, but holding a new meaning now.

He can hardly hear what's being said because you're in the middle of a rant on how there was no reason for her to be so clueless and sent into a marriage. And how her mother should've gone into the nitty-gritty before shipping her off. And how her husband was just a compliment douche bag for taking advantage of her ignorance.

Taehyung is positive he looks like you just agreed to go riding off in the sunset. Leaned back against the couch and watching you with this dazed-dopey expression that you sum up to him just being high. You were working on rolling the second joint you'd share.

His eyes follow as you lean forward, hovering over his lap as you reach for the lighter on his side. Not even thinking to ask him to pass it over, not that he's complaining about the closeness. Elbows holding your body up as you fiddle with the spark, bringing it toward you when it stays.

You catch his stare as you exhale, handing the joint off to him before moving back to your end of the couch, legs falling back in his lap. He doesn't pull his gaze from you, letting the weed burn out between his fingers. “What?” You're asking with a soft laugh. He's hissing out a breath, bringing the smoke to his lips and inhaling.

“You're fucking gorgeous, it's annoying.” He says with a shake of his head, a thick cloud of smoke leaving his lips. “You're always talking shit,” Speaking through a burst of laughter, but he doesn't entertain the thought any further. Extending his hand to pass it over, eyes flickering up to the screen.

There had been something that he had paid attention to when you first turned this show on. The conversation that was being had on the screen about best friends and getting married and falling in love. And how that's how you should do it. Marry your best friend and it would work out.

No matter how many porn-like sex scenes appeared after that, he was still stuck on that one conversation. And the thought that if you looked so pretty next to him right now, there was no telling how much prettier you'd look done up and dressed in white. He has to laugh at himself, though.

Blaming his raging thoughts on the half-empty bottle of liquor on the table and the green you're handing back over to him. Which is why he doesn't bother to stop the question that slips out next. “Do you think that's really the key?”

Half forgot that even though you never left his mind, you couldn't read it. So you have no idea what he's talking about. “Key to what?”

“Being happy in a relationship?”

He hardly ever really talked about his feelings being with Ailee. You just knew what he told you and that was very limited. She annoyed him, but she was sometimes funny and knew what she was doing. That was pretty much it.

So you're a little shocked that he all of a sudden was bringing this up as if you knew their relationship from a hole in the wall. “Are you not happy with Ailee?” Someone who fought with their significant other as much as Taehyung did, couldn't really be happy. But you could be wrong.

“I'm sure I could be happier,” He's looking at you with those eyes again, flicking the ash off with his finger before bringing the joint back to his lips. “Do you think falling n love with your best friend is the key to all that?” He pauses, the blurts the last part out like he's lost control of his tongue. “Like you and me,”

You're letting out a harsh cough that has nothing to do with the smoke cruising through your lungs. Eyes tearing up while your back shakes. “Me and you?” You manage, letting out a gasped breath. “Like me falling in love with you and you falling in love with me?” Finger used to point between the two of you, just to be sure.

Taehyung nods his head, unphased by your dramatic reaction. “Yes, that's exactly how that would work. A money-less transaction,” You're letting out a laugh and a shake of your head, pushing the thought from your head. He was only joking, talking shit for whatever reason.

“Yeah, no. That would never work out,”

His words chase yours, “Why not?” You don't miss the small pout of his lips, as if he's actually asking. Wondering why you thought the two of you together wouldn't work out.

“I know too much. You know too much,” Going with the first reason that pops in your head, one that you've used countless times with convincing yourself. “There's gotta be some mystery,”

Taehyung is rolling his eyes, “Oh, come on. We're not the Scooby-doo kids, Yn. Mystery is overrated.” He's really pushing for this and you're not sure why. Most likely entertaining the thoughts that pop into his foggy mind, so you don't allow yourself to think too hard on his words.

Or what they could mean. “It's perfect,” He continues. “You meet someone, become best friends, decide to fall in love and now you're married to your best friend. That's the dream,” He says with a grin. And you're not sure if he's actually talking about you or if he's just talking.

“That's lazy,” Either way, you attempt to get the race of your heart to slow down. No matter how much closer he was to you now, backs of your thighs pressed against his. You're nearly seated in his lap and you just now noticed the mindless way his fingers drag over your knee. “You can't pick off from your existing friends. You meet someone, fall for them and then you become best friends,”

His laugh rings through your ears, then your entire body. Just the sound has you feeling warm all over, something that you were sure you had gotten under control a long time ago. “You just said the same thing as me, except you changed the last two steps,”

“It makes a huge difference,” It did. One was the two of you and the other could be any two strangers on the street. For the sake of you, your version was the one you'd go with. Anything else and it would be hard to talk yourself out of it.

But Taehyung has been a lot more attention, putting the pieces together as they appear. And one thing he was always good at spotting (except when it came to you for some reason) was when someone was into him. And judging from the subtle changes in your demeanor throughout this entire conversation, you were so into him.

With caution on his mind, he's shifting focus. Hand lowering to discard the dead bit in the ashtray. Leveling you with a squinted eyes and a purse of his lips. “What's the real reason you didn't want me to know about Hoseok?” Sort of had an idea of what this might be, but he wanted to hear it from you.

“What do you mean? I already told you,” You're reaching for the bottle on the table, taking a swig to keep your hands busy. And to keep you from having to look at him, no doubt the unfiltered thoughts in your mind would be slipping out with one glance. 

He doesn't pull his gaze from you, though. “No, you said you didn't want things to get awkward. I think that was a lie,” His face is much closer to yours now, you can clearly see the faint beauty marks scattered against his skin.

Just a simple stretch of his leg and you're pushed further on to his lap. Back resting against his arm now that he has his hand is pressed against the armrest. He's close, but not suffocating, has left enough space for you to get up and move if you wanted to. But that's the farthest thing from your mind right now.

“Wanna know what I think it is?” Voice so low he might as well be mumbling. His eyes flicker down to your lips, noting how soft they look. And he finds himself wondering just how they'd feel pressed against his. “What?” You sound breathless like you had been thinking about the same exact thing.

He's smoothly moving his arm from you, guiding the way your back falls against the couch. “I think you're into me, like how I'm into you... and you didn't want me to know because of that,” The risk of fucking up your friendship takes the backseat because he knows he's right. Took his time and put the signs together.

“Yeah, right.” You laugh it off, but he's learned how obvious you are.

A grin spreads over his features, hand dropping to your hip. “You're making the face you do when you've been caught,” The heat of his palm spreading from your side to your entire body. And you've come to terms with the fact that you've lost control of your heart. Wrapped up in the moment where Taehyung, Kim Taehyung, your best friend and former crush revealed he was into you.

His head bows, nose nudging against yours. It's embarrassing the way your lips instantly pucker, eyes falling shut as you wait for the soft press. Eyes fluttering open after a moment of waiting and receiving nothing, catching the devious smirk on his lips. 

“You're into me, aren't you?” While he was sure, positive after seeing how ready you were to have him kiss you, he needed to hear it. Needed to be sure that he wasn't missing something, he's been doing a lot of that lately.

The nod of your head is answer enough, followed by your warm hand reaching to rest on the back of his neck. Not sure who moved first, if you were pulling him down or he was lowering himself and you really didn't care. 

A tiny moan escapes from your lips as he shifts above you, the sound being sent straight to his crotch. His mouth is pulling from yours, brows raised and eyes wide as he stares down at you – surprised by the fact that you could actually sound like that. Before he's given a chance to comment on it, you're pulling him back down.

Kissing you is everything he's imagined it to be and more. The soft push of your tongue paired with the deliberate scrap of teeth on his lip. Your hummed moans fill the room and stir him on, his grip falling from your hip to your thigh. Easily pulling your legs apart to slot himself between them.

Fingers tangled in his hair and heavy breath hitting his lips each time you pull away, only to dive right back in. Mouths moving over each other messily, Taehyung can barely ask the groans that die on your lips. Free hand pressed against his chest, you can feel the hammer of his heart.

Thighs squeezed to his hips, bodies so close the thinnest of papers wouldn't fit. So it's no wonder you feel it. The twitch of his cock hardening against you, so enticing you can't help the way your hips lift to meet his just as he's dropping down to press into you. A hissed moan falling from your lips at the contact.

“Fuck,” He's groaning, a switch seemingly turning on inside of him. Mouth breaking for yours and hand moving up the toward your chest. His thumb brushes over your hardened nipple through the fabric of your bra as he rolls his hips into yours.

Just the heat from pressing against you like this was enough to rile him up, mind reeling with thoughts of what it would be like to really fuck you. And the sounds you'd make. You sounded so pretty with the simple rolls of his hips, what if he was actually buried deep inside of you.

His head drops, mouth latching onto the crook of your neck to suckle at the skin there. Your senses are fogged with nothing but him. The smell of him, the feel, the taste. Still lingering on your lips and hitting your taste buds as you lick them. There's a definite heat growing between your legs with each drag of his covered cock, angled perfectly that he's just barely tapping your clit.

You want more. So much more and it's making you delirious. Needy. Hips rolling up to meet his and he's pushing you down every time. Teeth scraping against your skin and fingers pinching at your chest. “Taehyung,” It sounds more desperate than you intend it to. He's groaning back in response, face lifting from your skin to admire the red mark he's left behind.

Tongue dragging over it, soothing it with a simple swipe. Hands re-positioned on either side of your head, his gaze drops to watch the way your hips move in order to meet his, a smirk pressed on his lips. “Fuck, look at you... such a mess.” He's pushing forward, cock meeting your clit perfectly.

Strained whimper ripping through your throat as you brace your hands on his side, back arching into him. “Grinding that pretty pussy all over my cock, didn't even let me get undressed. You're so wet, huh?” Now you knew what the boys were on about when they clowned him for being mouthy. Had laughed along before, but having his words directed to you was no laughing matter.

You knew what you were doing. You could feel the effect of what you were doing but something about having him point it out in that breathy tone of his was hot. What you didn't expect was for him to want you to talk back, but the slow of his hips is quickly warning you of your role.

“Don't stop,” You're gasping, hands reaching out to him. “I could cum like this,” Your whispering, cheeks heating up at the admission. How embarrassing, losing it over dry humping, you half expect him to laugh it off as a joke.

But he doesn't, instead, he's lowering his body back onto yours, the movement of his hips picking up in speed. “Me too,” He breathes out, fingers tangling in your hair as his tongue teases against your covered lips. “Wrap your legs around me,”

His words are muffled, but you understand him enough to lift your legs, ankles locking behind his back. He drives into you like he's balls deep inside of you, pulling gasps and moans from your lips. Nails pressed into his skin as you beg him not to stop, chanting your near release. And just as you feel it bubble up in your stomach, his low pants of your name getting to you. Just as you're about to be knocked over the edge you've been teetering on, Jin's voice is breaking through.

His loud laughter bleeding through the door behind you, followed by the low grumble of Joon's voice. The jingle of his key is what snaps Tae out of it, body freezing as his head lifts to glare at the door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You're quick to push him off, looking away as he adjusting the throbbing bulge in his pants – leaving you to wipe at the slobber-dampened mark on your chest. Jin and Joon are stepping in just as you're rushing upstairs for a shirt. Their laughter filling the downstairs as you rummage through drawers for something to pull on.

All while shoving your raging thoughts out of your mind. Still in shock that that actually happened... whatever that was. Taehyung was into you. He had said it and then kissed you. God, he kissed you. Would've been to be able to fully enjoy it if you weren't so damn greedy.

Just one taste and you were wanting the whole thing and from the look of it, he was willing to give it to you. But what if it had been a fluke. A one-off because of whatever happened to Ailee and the fact that you were there. Into you, but what did that really mean? Would that change anything?

You dare to hope, even though you're sure you're wrong. There was a lot going on tonight. Him fighting with Ailee, you being torn away from Hoseok before you can do anything properly. You were high! Still, high to be honest. Would he still be into you when he was sobering up?

Finding out is the last thing on your list. Fitting yourself as his best friend after your quiet crush was one thing. Doing that after he's taken back being into you was another. You didn't want to think about what a disaster that would be, you'd rather just go home and sleep.

Jin is turning to happily greet you as you make your way downstairs, while Joon makes room for you on the couch. Taehyung doesn't look up, cheeks flushed and eyes glued to his knees. You'd give everything to know what he's thinking.

“Yn! Tae said you were here. We're gonna open Monopoly, wanna play?” It's an invitation from Jin that you'd usually be jumping at. Claiming your designated money bag piece without a thought, so he's shocked when you're shaking your head. “Think I'm gonna just head home, turn in early.”

Tae looks up at the sound of your departure, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He had hoped you would want to stay, so he could have a chance to talk to you properly. Tell you how he was feeling even if he didn't fully understand it yet. He wanted to tell you that he liked you and he wanted to hear you say it back.

Let you know that he wanted to try to be good at relationships because he wanted to try with you. He's standing with that in mind, shrinking back when you're looking at him. There before did he feel nervous around you, but with all this weighing on his chest, he doesn't know how else to feel.

“Let me walk you home,” He offers, it's a twenty-minute walk across campus. Enough time for him to talk to you... or just be around you for longer.

You're shaking your head, though. Pushing an easy smile onto your lips. “It's fine. I texted Jimin,” It's a lie and he knows it is, but he doesn't call you on it. Obvious that you didn't want to be around him. Most likely regretting the whole thing.

Nodding as he plops back down beside Jin. He watches as you pull your shoes back on, throwing a quick goodbye over your shoulder before stepping out. Not even sparing a proper look in his direction. A huff leaves his lips as he sinks into the couch, hands tugging through his hair.

He really screwed up.

>> PART TWO COMING...SATURDAY.

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

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[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021- electroplay⛓

—turn me on with your electric feel...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Thor Odinson x powered black!reader

Summary: The one where Thor uses his powers for fun.

Word Count: 1.2k+

Warnings: general language warning, there’s really no plot, electroplay, semi public sex, rough sex, fingering, nipple play, a Google translation (ástin mín = my love)

A/N: DAY TWENTY FOUR OF KINKTOBER! Again posting just under the deadline lmao. All mistakes and errors are my own. Written on my phone but I gave it a look over, knowing me though I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

It’s your own fault you think, you shouldn’t have worn the backless dress to Tony’s charity gala. It gives Thor too much temptation and if you know anything about the god of thunder it’s that when it comes to you he can barely resist giving in.

Your first sign that he was up to something should have been the moment he asked you to dance. Now he’s got you right where he wants you and with the perfect excuse to tease you. You glare up at him when you feel it, it starts with his fingers skittering up and down your spine. It’s already working against you and you can feel the heat blooming low in your belly. Then you feel the buzz of electricity and it makes you gasp, pins and needles prickle under your skin and you have to close your eyes to force yourself to focus and breathe.

“Thor, this is not the time or the place.” You warn him, biting down hard on your bottom lip when you feel his hand brush carefully over the curve of your breasts. The buzz of electricity coming from him makes your nipples harden until they’re achy peaks begging for attention. Thor just smirks down at you and begins to covertly navigate you away from the main crowd of dancing couples. You don’t even realize he has until he presses you against a wall.

“Is this better, ástin mín?” His voice is a low whisper that rumbles against your ears and makes you shudder with how deep it is. You curse yourself and your traitorous pussy because you can feel yourself clenching around nothing just from his voice alone. You breathe out a huff of air, eyes darting around to take in your surroundings only to find yourself partially hidden in shadows off away from the main area. You debate telling him to behave and letting you rejoin the others, but there’s an annoying ache settling between your thighs and if it’s not dealt with soon you know you’ll be in a mood for the rest of the evening.

You drag Thor further into the shadows, pulling him down for a kiss that has him smirking against your lips. His hands wander, unclasping the halter of your dress to let it fall and expose your breasts. His thumb flicks over one of your hardened nipples and it’s enough to make you keen while slick collects between your folds. When he pinches down and you feel the electric current shoot through you it’s nearly enough to make your knees buckle. He does it again with the other, knowing that electric touch of his is enough to send you over the edge. It’s already got you so wet that you’re dripping, and you know your panties are ruined. That doesn’t stop him from continuing to toy with and tease your body.

“Fuck, Thor you fucking tease.” You hiss at him, thighs already parting when you feel him taking advantage of the high slit of your dress and sliding his hand underneath it so he can slide your panties to the side and push two thick digits inside you. You can feel it immediately, the electric pulse that triggers your walls to flutter and convulse around his digits on their own accord.

You busy your hands with taking him out of his tuxedo pants, spitting into your palm and spreading it over his thick length once you’ve got a hand wrapped around him. Thor hisses, bucking into your grip and urges you to use your enhanced strength to grip him a little tighter. You do and he rewards you with intensifying the current of electricity that’s emanating from his fingers that are buried inside you. You can feel how your body clenches and unclenches harder, and you know that he could make you cum without moving a muscle now. Your body’s doing all the work, but that doesn’t stop you from begging Thor to move his fingers. He does, curling them inside you and pressing them against that spongy spot. You curse, one of your hands smacking against the wall hard enough to leave a dent. Thor chuckles into your hair, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of your fluttering sex.

“Careful, love.” He warns, managing to still sound as if he’s teasing you despite how strained his voice is. You aren’t the only one trying to keep it together, Thor is practically twitching in your hands and you smirk, moaning softly when your walls clamp down hard around his fingers when you feel him giving your nipple a little tweak.

“You started this, now stop teasing me and fuck me into this wall, Odinson.” You demand, so close to release but wanting to feel him splitting you open before you let yourself give into it. Thor is all too happy to lift you into the air so you can wrap your legs around him, and with one hand he lines himself up and spears into you hard enough that you choke on whatever noise that tries to come out of you. Everything about him is electric right now, and when his cock pumps into you hard your cunt clenches around him like a vise before unclenching just to repeat the action. Thor curses against your ear, hips pumping his cock into you harder as he uses his gifts to make you milk him and push him closer to his own release.

“Fill me up, wanna have your cum dripping outta me all night.” You whine in his ear, clinging to his shoulders tightly and burying your cry of pleasure in his neck when you feel him slam you back into the wall with a vicious thrust. You feel it give way behind you, and you hope briefly no one heard the impact and comes running to inspect it. “More, please baby, you know I can take it.” You beg him, and he grunts something unintelligible in your ear seconds before you feel electricity coursing through you. His lips crash against yours, swallowing  the scream of pleasure that you give him when you cum. It’s intense and mind numbing pleasure that follows and it has your vision whiting out, and your body frantically pulsing around Thor’s clock until he’s following you over the edge and shooting his spend deep within you.”

He lets you down carefully, pulling your panties back into place just as you feel his spend starting to drip out of you. You have just enough time to turn your back when you hear someone coming around the corner, quickly your hands lift the straps of your dresses halter top to clasp the two ends together. You don’t relax until you hear a familiar voice though.

“Jesus fucking Christ, seriously Thor? Put that thing away.” It’s Tony, and he sounds exasperated but unsurprised to find you and Thor in a state of undress. He’s prepared to let it go, but then he sees the you shaped dent in the wall and he’s rushing over with a string of curses. “Again? Seriously again? I get it okay, two super powered beings are bound to break a few things during sex but could you try to avoid structural damage? Who do you think has to pay for the repairs?”

You and Thor share a look as the blond tucks himself back into his pants and does them up before grabbing your hand to lead you back to the main gala area. “Sorry, daddy warbucks, but at least it wasn’t a whole balcony this time.” You tell Tony patting him on the shoulder with cheeky grin as you and Thor leave him there looking as if he’s trying to hold on to his sanity.

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[emonaculate]

AOT Freshman v Senior Year headcanons (Eren, Armin, and Mikasa)

❥ AU: Highschool!AU

❥ Genre: Fluff

❥ Rating: Everyone can read

❥ Pairing: hinted at Eren x reader

❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, mentions of violence, manipulation, mention of weed, and slight angst

❥ Author Note: I'm making this an entire series for the main cast or my favorite characters from AOT

Eren Yeager

Freshman year

Extremely fucking loud for no reason

Runs to class and somehow always manages to be late

Tries to pay attention in class but due to his ADHD would always spaces tf out

Despite being loud, only talks to Mikasa and Armin

Smells like nothing but AXE body spray, its not even a bad smell, its just too much

That kid that takes P.E. TOO fucking serious

"Eren you know why you're in trouble right?"

"No."

"...You hit your classmate in the face with a ball."

"He could have dodged."

"Eren it was a basketball, you broke his nose and chipped his tooth."

"He shouldn't have gotten so close to me."

Im sorry but totally dresses like this

Constantly compared to his older brother.

"Yeager... Are you by any chance related to Zeke Yeager?"

"No way, your brother is THE Zeke Yeager?"

Makes a name for himself rather quickly

Listens to heavy rock/metal music

He loves My Chemical Romance and Three Day Grace.

Learned how to play the guitar just so he could play "Teenagers"

Forced Mikasa and Armin to also listen to the bands

They ended up all deciding on making a small little garage band; Miki on vocals and drums, Min on bass, and Eren as lead vocalist and electric guitar.

His style changed randomly but no one questioned it since his personality remained the same.

Senior year

180 personality

Completely mellowed tf out

Either he is in class on time or not showing up at all

Senioritis is strong within him

Works better when he is completely out of it

STONER

This mf always high as shit

Either you love him, hate him, or respect him there is no inbetween

MANBUN

Smart as hell but usually on the low

His music taste has changed a little

LOVES POLITICAL RAP

J.cole and Kendrick stan; it is not up for debate

His favorite songs are Neighbors by J.Cole and Alright by Kendrick

Listens to throwback RnB when high

Still godly at the guitar

Has a couple stick and poke tattoos; He has one behind his ear matching Min and Miki.

He has the sun, Armin has the ocean waves, Mikasa has the moon

PIERCINGS

A total of 8; 4 in his left and 2 in his right + the industrial

Has a tongue piercing

A two slices in his eyebrow but only got them as a dare

Most of them minus the industrial piercing was done at home because he has an abnormally high pain tolerance.

Dresses like this

Doesnt really play sports but is super good at soccer and basketball

He's actually good at most sports just refuses to join because why would he want to support a corrupted system??

Still more of a loner but has a rather nice friend group

Looks mean asf but is actually really nice

Goes the hardest for his friends

You fuck with them = you getting your shit rocked by him

100% the friend that hits you for forgetting to eat

Despite being hot as shit; never really has a girlfriend

Its only because hes oblivious or just not interested

Deathly scary when hes pissed

If you guys got beef; there is no talking

Its on sight bro

Be prepared to get beat the fuck up

A few things that makes him go from 0 to 100 is racism, mocking disabled people, and domestic violence

He's an activist

If you need help organizing a protest; he'll help and somehow manage to get people to come.

Basically a really good guy just hot headed as hell

Armin Arlert

Freshman Year

The kid who looked up those lame videos on how to survive highschool.

Panicked when it came to speaking in class

Stuttered like hell

AP CLASSES

He's way too advanced like could graduate early but refuses to so he can stay with his friends

Super sweet but extremely naive

People definitely took advantage of him.

"Hey Armin, my dog got in a car accident so I wasnt really focused in class, can you give me the homework answers?"

"Yeah sure its no problem."

Sends them a whole ass powerpoint on the entire lesson and teaches them better than the actual teacher.

Band nerd

Can play the Piano, Bass, and Trumpet

Listens to Mother Mother and Queen religiously

Only joined Eren's garage band after he agreed to watch Bohemian Rhapsody

Dresses like this

Moved in with Ren and Miki after he went through some shit with his family; he came out as bisexual after realizing he was attracted to one of his classmates.

Sometimes worries that Eren gets uncomfortable but relaxes after he remembers who Eren really is.

Wouldn't trade his friends for the world

Senior Year

His glow up took awhile because he didnt really feel the need to change

He was always rather cute; just shy and timid

VALEDICTORIAN

Slightly because he manipulated his runner up into become a burnout gifted kid lmao

Everyone has his Snapchat and Instagram so they can get help

Now he knows when people are using him and he still lets them; the only difference is you fuck with him and he can make you end up repeating the same grade.

Lets people copy his test and at the last minute pauses and erases all his answers before putting the correct ones.

No one has realized his plan.

His fashion sense changed a lot

Subconsciously tries to match Eren all the time

The only person that noticed was Mikasa; she thinks its cute

Is in love with Russian foreign exchange student, Annie.

He talks to her from time to time before gathering enough courage to ask her out

Doesnt realize how popular he is.

Oftentimes volunteers at the aquarium to study the ocean life as well as help out.

Helps plenty of organizations clean up the ocean.

A total of four piercings and the tattoo that matches his friends.

Two in his ears and nipple piercings.

It was a dare he sobbed through

Mikasa Ackerman

Freshman year

Basketcase

Follows Eren and Armin around

Super quiet

Doesn't really have much of a personality

She is cute though

Dresses like this

Like I said no real personality at all

Well except she was the girl who thought she was in a romance novel

Especially when Eren would get into a fight.

"Eren look at me... This isnt you."

"Mikasa move."

Most times it wouldnt work.

It was just cringy man...

Can play the violin, flute, piano, and cello

Only learned the drums so she could play with Eren and Armin

A secret pop stan

Loves Ariana Grande and Doja Cat

Thank god she manages to grow out of that yucky phase.

Senior Year

GOTH GF

Track, Gymnast, and female basketball player

She mellowed out as well and became her own person

Still heavily in love with Eren

Confessed to him during a karaoke session to the song Baby I by Ariana Grande; he didnt realize.

Sang her heart out and was a blushing mess but still got no where

Has deep down accepted that she may never be more than just his friend

Is okay with it and NOT toxic when he's crushing on someone else

Just wants him to be happy

Saw how he looked at some girl during a fundraiser to raise money for animal shelters and realized that he may never look at her like that.

Turned a guy down because Armin had a crush on him

The ultimate wing girl

Introduced Eren to her opponent after a track meet after realizing it was the girl from the fundraiser.

Dresses like this

Super sweet despite her look

However pick on her friends and you're fucked

CAN and WILL whoop your ass

The only person who can get Eren to not fight.

Pissed them both off at the same time and you're screwed

Has a total of three piercings

Her ears and nose

Loves her boys more than anything

Stays with Eren while her parents travel to help with natural disasters

Noticed that Armin's ideal type is Eren but never mentioned it because she knows Armin would overract

Very observant

Just wants the best for her friends even if she is the one who ends up happy

Eventually falls for the guy that asked her out junior year.

Still close to her boys because they come before anyone.

#eren yeager x black reader #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #highschool headcanons #attack on titan #snk fanfiction

[belit0]

@tinypaperwhispers​

Heyy! I love your blog so much, can't believe you don't have more followers!:o I wanted to ask a request, I didn't even see it on tumblr anywhere ever so i hope you'll like it:)). Could you do Madasaku and Izusaku headcanons?👀 both sfw and n*-fw. (I saw you also write about Sakura besides the Uchiha - i love these pairings💟) Thankks!

Thank you, beautiful! My blog is relatively new, so I’m growing by baby steps :) thanks for your support!!🧙🏻‍♀️🖤✨

MadaSaku [SFW]

These two had trouble getting along at first, just like two thick skulls! We know Madara for his awful temper, but nobody talks about Sakura’s as much as they should.

Being such a strong and independent woman, this kunoichi could never comply with the stereotype that this Uchiha is used to frequent. Having such a dominant character, he enjoys subduing others.

But when his path impacts her, everything takes a turn. She is not someone who will easily carry out his orders like anyone else, and this presents a challenge, something that intrigues him.

How did they end up together? Let’s say that, after the war, Madara survived, but his chakra paths were destroyed with the rise of Kaguya, so it is decided that he is no longer a threat, that he can be valuable to the village. Thus begins his rehabilitation, which Sakura has to take care of.

Before they realize it, they are dancing before a fire that grows between them, and there is no way to avoid it.

The relationship is quite balanced. Sakura compensates for all the mental health that Madara does not have lmao. No, but seriously.

Before his intensity, she is calm. In the face of his anger, she is the peace. In front of his tyranny, she is patient. They say that the opposites attract each other, don’t they? The best example is this couple.

Madara is a broken man, but Sakura helps him to recompose his soul piece by piece, to learn to love again, to see life with hope one more time.

He doesn’t trust anyone but her, so it’s not uncommon that their activities as a couple are all indoors.

Reading together in front of the fireplace with some tea, team cooking, cleaning the house together, training in the garden.

Because he was always very cultured, it is not strange to see him write down his knowledge on scrolls, which she then reviews and expresses her opinion on the subject in a lively debate.

Very occasionally, Madara accompanies Sakura to her work. Feeling rejected by the eyes of others about his person, he locks himself in her office until she ends the day, like a frightened cat in the presence of humans.

IzuSaku [SFW]

I have a very crazy idea of how this couple could have been formed, pay attention. After the final fight with Madara, Hashirama is aware that he is alive. At the same time, Tobirama finishes creating Edo Tensei. Both brothers decide that the only one who can make Madara see reason is Izuna, therefore, they revive him, and without manipulating him, they allow him a complete resurrection (breaking the Jutsu, as well as Madara in the war). They ask him to bring his brother to his senses and Izuna seeks him out to show him that he has come back to life. When he finds him (let us suppose that Madara developed the Rinnegan ahead of time and not just before he died) he believes that he is being deceived, and without being able to handle his new power yet, he sends his younger brother into the future = IzuSaku.

The Uchiha is upset, really upset. The one who killed him has just brought him to life, his brother is suffering and now he is in who knows where. But his bad predisposition changes when a pink-haired young woman appears in his sight.

What a curious, adorable, beautiful, and well-intentioned person. Sakura, her name suits him. Such beautiful eyes.

She is frightened by the symbol on his back, and it helps him to determine his situation. Time travel, change of periods. What a lovely woman, definitely her clan did not exist in the original time of Izuna, otherwise, he would remember such gorgeous features.

She decides to help him, and hiding him in her house is when their bond becomes closer.

Sakura had only interacted with one Uchiha in her life, and suddenly she cannot believe how affective the one that is now with her is. Love 24/7, the intensity of this clan is real.

Surprise hugs from behind, tender kisses on the neck at any moment, caresses on the face, arms, thighs.

Something that Sakura enjoys a lot is to comb Izuna’s hair after he gets out of the shower, usually, he falls asleep lying on her after a long time.

After a difficult day, he welcomes her at home with a good massage session, having become an expert in reading her body expressions to detect her mood.

Izuna lends himself as a test subject in Sakura’s work, he finds it very amusing. He loves to receive as much of her attention as possible.

When the kunoichi is working on a new poison, the Uchiha loves to sit near her workplace and observe her movements, her concentration, the effectiveness of her creation.

If Sakura has a very tough time today, Izuna refrains to make some tea for her and to support her with his company.

She loves the face he makes when she brings him sweets, after leaving work. His appetite for sugar… he’s like a child.

MadaSaku [NS-FW]

Fire in the room.

The fact that Madara no longer has a chakra does not mean that he has lost his unequaled strength.

Oh, but wait… Sakura has hers too.

The constant struggle for who dominates who, which brings a very funny dynamic when it comes to intimacy.

Sakura enjoys deeply when Madara holds her strongly against any surface, demonstrating his desire and need to be the one who leads.

The situation eventually turns around when she is too hot to his touch, and subdues him to her strength, forcing him to stay under her control.

This arouses Madara even more, who appreciates having a woman by his side who knows what she wants and fights for it.

Their sexual dynamics are overwhelming and devastates everything. Several tables had to be replaced after Sakura’s back hit them.

Madara had to fix different holes that he made in various walls with his fists while he held Sakura’s hips on his shoulders and devoured her pussy without mercy. The tugs in his hair that she supplies him with on each occasion make him lose his mind, and holding her in the air at his mercy pushes him to the limit.

Purple and greenish bruises decorate his thighs when she pays special attention to his limb with her mouth. Every time the Uchiha rushes his hips towards her face trying to get deeper into her throat, the kunoichi squeezes his legs, making he slows down and groans in pain.

Of course her aftercare includes healing the rudeness imparted upon her lover.

IzuSaku [NS-FW]

Thanks to being the object of research for Sakura, she is highly aware of all the visual abilities that Izuna possesses. That Sasuke was her partner does not mean that she knew the true extent of the Sharingan, the same applying to Kakashi.

The room of both soon fills with highly exciting and kinky games, where she is subjected to numerous Genjutsus from him, destined to make her reach her maximum pleasure peak constantly.

Izuna loves to capture Sakura’s glance during different moments of the day, trapping her surprisingly in his world of passion, making her scream until her body trembles in an uncontrollable way.

When he brings her back to reality, he laughs maliciously at the exhausted expression of the kunoichi, and carries her to the bed in his arms, where they both rest.

If Sakura wants to take revenge, she avoids looking him in the eyes and takes advantage of any moment of distraction to use the clear benefit that her strength gives her.

Sitting on his lap on the sofa, getting into the shower with him and pinning him against a wall, straddling him when they are in bed.

Izuna cannot fight her Taijutsu, and because the kunoichi learned to avoid his glance, he has no way of escaping the torture.

All that remains is to submit to the fiery touches with which Sakura enjoys teasing him, feeling his cock squirm at every touch.

Anyway, both also love soft, delicate, and romantic sex. They alternate their encounters between uncontrolled, passionate situations, adding sweetness and delicacy.

Feeling Izuna’s light kisses travel all over her body is something that drives her crazy, and while he pays special attention to her nipples, leaving slight marks, she massages her clit at a slow pace.

Before the sassy image of Sakura touching herself under him, the Uchiha cannot avoid imitating her, and moves his hand slowly over his member while he continues paying special attention to his lover.

When their bodies finally unite, the heat is too much, and it does not take them long to finish both at the same time. Their nights are eternal when they take their time praising each other in this peaceful way.

#uchiha madara #uchiha izuna #haruno sakura #madasaku #izusaku #madara x sakura #izuna x sakura #madasaku headcanons #madara uchiha #izuna uchiha #sakura haruno #madara #izuna #sakura #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto x reader

[stranger-nightmare]

Hi hi :) I saw that you said you have your nipples pierced, and I was wondering what the experience was like for you? I’ve been debating on it but I’m so scared it’ll go wrong! (If you’re not comfortable answering this it’s fine! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable)

Hi my love!💫🖤

No this doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all, I love my nipple piercings and I am more than happy to talk about them!🥰

I know the experience is different for everyone but for me personally it was completely fine, it’s just like any other piercing I’ve had and I’ve currently got 13 but I’ve had loads more done in the past! The pain is uncomfortable but not unbearable and for me it faded quite quickly. The healing does take quite a while, and you do need to try and keep on top of cleaning them for the first few weeks but then they’re fine! Mine do still get crusty on occasion but it’s nothing a little baby moisturiser (the same I’d use for a new tattoo) won’t cure!

Honestly to me it’s so worth it, I am obsessed with them! I now take literally any opportunity to get my boobs out and show people (by people I mean my close friends, I don’t just randomly flash people lmao)😂

Let me know if this helps and if you do get them done👀🥰😘🖤✨💫 and if you need / want any more advice after you get them done (if you do) or just about piercings in general, please feel free to head my way again!! (But please note I am not a professional, just someone who’s had a lot of piercings)☺️

- Hope🐝

#wasp answers #piercings #piercing advice

[the-faultofdaedalus]

Sorry to be weird and off-topic. I LOVE eusocial species and I wrote a paper for evolutionary biology on naked mole rats, weird lil inbred eusocial mammals that they are. I have seen people write fanfics where they explain that a/b/o exists because people evolved from wolves, but wolves do not naturally conform to rigid dynamics like that. Far be it from me to try and bring this up to people who seem enamored with it. lmao. The sort of things that appear in a/b/o, like communication through scent, would be useful for allowing humans to work as a eusocial species though. (I won’t get into the debate about whether we are actually eusocial…I think everything points to no but we had a big and weird debate in class about it). Humans evolved from insects fic should be incoming

OOOO NICE i love eusocial species,,, as should be clear by how much i talk about yy’vae. i don’t think humans are eusocial but like,,,, we can hope. naked mole rats are SO weird

also the wolf shit is just. that’s not how that works if you wanna give people knots than like. sure whatever but if we’re going full “humans are canids, not primates” i wanna get INTO that. why are we bipedal. where did we even evolve. what niche were we filling to have evolved like That. GIMME THE EVOLUTION BIOLOGY BEHIND THIS. it’s like. i’m part of a worldbuilding project and for “fantasy” creatures im working on adding gryffons (birds but quadrupedal in the style of pterosaurs) and harpies (birds but aboreal and flightless in the style of monkeys) and i want omegaverse shit to be as in-depth and weird as that.

also like. why This reproductive strat? why 50/50 between One Child Whenever We Want and fuckin. Large Litters At Specific Times Of Year. why don’t omegas follow the 2n nipple rule. what’s HAPPENING in here

#i want weird shit #omegaverse #also if you haven’t the 12-type a/b/o shit is v good #there’s 6 distinct types of betas and i promise this makes sense

[burnedbyshoto]

Like Ice

todoroki shouto x fem!reader

word count: 2,900

warnings: smut ahah

a/n: remember: sex is not what we do to get rid of hypothermia! i changed the title because i hated it OOF LMAO

Shouto could not believe this was happening to him.

He was out in the middle of gods know where forest, with his summer hero costume on, and it was snowing. Shouto wasn’t quite sure how exactly he ended up getting paired off with you, given that Aizawa never paired the two of you up once you began dating. But he was holding your way too cold body to his warm body as he carried you through the snow.

They were informed that for their final training camp, they were going to be permitted to bring their hero costumes. No one daring to pass up that opportunity had brought their suitcase with their nearly perfected outfits. Everyone expected to be pushed to the brink of death, as no one dared to expect otherwise, but as they pulled off to the side of the road confusion hit Class 3-A. Aizawa listed off teams of two and one single team of three, which consisted of Mineta, Midoriya, and Bakugou. That was something Shouto was dying to hear about later! But by gender, everyone was back on the bus changing into their outfits. 

You had bound over to Shouto, after interning with the Rabbit Hero: Miruko, you had adopted the same style of bodysuit she wore. It was actually very practical for the warrior type of quirk you had, and it definitely was appealing to watch you wear. But it was July, and so you were wearing your summer costume.

Everyone had screamed the moment Mina and Momo had disappeared in a flash. No one knowing where they went, only that Aizawa had laughed and simply stated: “See you all in seventy-two hours!”

Shouto had gone to reach out for your hand, but the world went black and he was suddenly swallowing white powdery snow. The worst part was that he couldn’t find you. He knew immediately that if he wasn’t so used to these subzero degrees, as well as the natural heat given off his body, he would have frozen to death. But he couldn’t see you as he continued to torch the snowbank around you, desperately trying to find you.

Within minutes he had found you in the exact opposite direction of where he was expecting you. You had curled within yourself, trying to keep warm as you couldn’t push the heavy snow off your body in these conditions. The warp had made you dizzy, and when you finally didn’t feel like throwing up, the bitter cold prevented you from using your quirk without getting colder.

So you waited, trying to scream for Shouto as you heard his quirk going off.

When he found you, you found it hard to not fall asleep against his warm body.

“You… you can’t…” You whisper against his warm flesh. You were trying to tell your action-driven boyfriend to not warm you up too quickly or else you’d fall into shock.

“I know,” Shouto murmurs as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’m not even using my quirk, you’re that damn cold.”

You nod your head as Shouto stands up, “Stay awake okay? I don’t know what the fuck is the point of this is… but I will get us somewhere where I can warm you up better.”

So there Shouto was, blinded by the falling snow, talking to you to keep you awake. His eyes scanned the surrounding area in hopes of finding shelter when he saw it. 

A cave.

“Stay with me.” Shouto grunts as he takes off in the direction of the cave, hopeful that nothing was living in it.

Shouto sealed off the cave entrance with a block of ice, and he settled you against the floor, towards the end of the cave, and sighed as none of your skin looked like it was turning any horrific color. Pulling out the space heater emergency blanket he placed it on your body in hopes that while he got situated you would gradually warm up enough for him to come and give your body heat later.

Shouto lit up a few branches that were in the cave and allowed light to spread across the cave.

Returning his attention to your now shivering body, he quickly removed your soaked and cold costume. Your chattering teeth only intensified as he pressed his body against yours. “You’re… wet…!” You squeaked against Shouto, and Shouto cursed. His costume wasn’t as dry as he thought it was.

Leaving you under the blanket, Shouto removed his costume and settled back uncomfortably onto the hard floor. His warm torso pressed up against your side as he tried making sure you were flat against the ground. Shouto had no idea if you had hypothermia or not.

Eventually, your body stopped shivering, and your breathing stabilizing for the most part as you groan, turning your head towards Shouto with a groan. “Aizawa just tried to fucking kill me.” You joke as Shouto sighs in relief against your collarbone. The heat of his breath sending chills down your body. 

“I’m going to give him a damn piece of my mind later,” Shouto rolls his eyes as he places a kiss on your forehead. “You scared me…”

You coo as you shift your body slightly, a pained moan leaving your lips at your action. Shouto places a hand onto your shoulder and keeps you down, he instead wrapping you in the blanket and rolling on top of you. His forearms are planted besides your head, and you wink at his loving smile. 

“Kiss me, snowflake.” You tease as Shouto laughs softly. His face still going down to press your cold lips against his hotter ones.

A hum vibrates through the kiss as you don’t have the mental dexterity to keep yourself quiet. Shouto pulls away and you grin, your eyes fluttering open to see his own smiling face. “Wow, aren’t you modest.” You tease as your head gesture towards his naked torso. 

“I was saving your life.” Shouto rolls his eyes as he leans back down to nip gently at your earlobe, and a new heat begins to burn through your body.

Despite the cold temperature of your body, you push up off the ground and pull Shouto in by his neck to kiss him. His lips are pressed against yours in a heartbeat, and your fingers intertwine with the hair near the back of his neck. Shouto smiles into the kiss as you tug gently against the hair.

“Are you still feeling cold?” Shouto asks against your lips, and you nod your head, pulling away and trailing kisses down his neck. Sighing softly at the blazing heat of his body against the coldness of your face. 

“Like ice.” You whisper against his neck. Goosebumps flash against his neck and you giggle softly. “Don’t you have any shame? I nearly died from the cold, and you’re trying to seduce me!”

Shouto chuckles as he captures your lips with his, and you sigh contently. Your body enveloping in heat. Was it from the coldness of your body or the heat of the friction between the two of you? You couldn’t say, you didn’t know, but you craved it more.

Your legs shift to better support your laying posture, but the blanket gets in the way as you attempt to stable yourself. A groan is stuck in your throat as Shouto pulls away, his lips tinged red and he shakes his head.

“Stay still, you’re body is still adjusting to not dying.”

“Yeah, well, you also got me horny, so we need to find a way to compromise.” You sass back, grinning widely at his eye roll.

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“A pain that you’re head over heels in love with!”

“Debatable.”

“You would fight Aizawa for me!”

“I would fight anyone for you.”

“See, you just proved my point!!”

“You’re being annoying, shut up.”

The pure joy on your face is not something Shouto can keep himself from smiling at as you press a kiss on his nose, “Make me--!”

His lips are back on yours, and your arms move to encircle around his neck. Soft groans move against your lips as Shouto shifts you back onto your back.

“You know, if I have sex with you right now, you’re not going to move. Got it?” Shouto warns against your lips, and you roll your eyes. 

“Nope!”

Shouto’s mouth opens to retort, but you saw that coming from kilometers away as your tongue slips into his mouth. Destroying anything that was going to come out. 

Even his tongue is heavenly hot against yours, and it takes everything in you not to roll over on top of him. Chills roll down your body as Shouto shifts his weight onto one forearm, the other moving to rest on top of your waist. Even though the blanket, his hand is blazing, and you moan out his name. 

Shouto groans in response as you move your hips against his hand.

Desperate for attention from him, you slowly lift up your leg and rub it softly against his. You pant as his lips leave yours as they press against your neck. Your chest arching off the ground as his lips continue traveling down your body. 

“Are you cold?” Shouto asks as he lips are centimeters away from your bra, and you shake your head. You were feeling quite heated after all. With help from Shouto, he strips off your bra and you feel dizzy. Although at this point you’re no longer sure if it’s from the cold or from him.

You gasp as your cold chest is met by his scorching mouth, and your head is thrown back in ecstasy from the touch. His teeth gently biting down onto your hardened nipples. You shake against his hold as he sucks on your breasts, before letting go with an echoing pop. 

“I’m going to take care of you...” Shouto promises you as he takes the blanket off of you. Your body was aching with the need for more, the complete desperation of having Shouto within you, and kissing you.

And then his lips were back on yours, no longer softly kissing you, but molding against yours with need, love, and past fear. His tongue soon dancing with yours as your fingers return to clutch his hair, your mewls escaping into his mouth as he smirks. 

Does hypothermia affect your cognitive skills? You don’t know, and you could care less as all you can think of is Shouto. All that matter is Shouto. You let out a panting yelp as his fingers press warmly against your panties. Panties that are soaked from both the cold and your heat.

His hands, calloused from handling the harsh elements of his quirk, run across your bare body. It takes everything within you not to sob as your tug harsher against his hair, 

“Baby...” You pant as he pulls away, “Please...”

“It seems you’re rather wet down there...” Shouto observes as he peers down, a smirk on his face. You inhale sharply as his fingers peel off the soaked garment.

“Yeah, cuz you were supposed to take them off!” You joke, unable to resist the jab at him.

“It’s just so boring not being able to take them off you without you being like this.” Shouto counters and the flush that explodes on your face is something etherial he loves.

You open your mouth to counter with something, anything. But his fingers slip into your heated sex and all that leaves your mouth is a moan of pleasure.

“What was that?” Shouto whispers as your squirm on his fingers, your harsh pants music to his ears.

“Fuck... ahh~oh my god...” Is all you can muster as his two fingers pump into you slowly, delicately, at a speed that makes you shudder against his body.

His mouth is back sucking onto your collarbone and it’s almost too much as the pressured heat of your pleasure is sitting heavily on your lower belly. “Sho... Shouto!” You gasp as your hips are quickly jutting against his fingers, and his other hand goes down to press quick, small, rough circles against your clit.

“You look so pretty fucking yourself against my fingers,” Shouto admits into your ear, and that’s all it takes for the pressure to come slamming out of you. Your orgasm around his fingers and a languid moan fills the cave as Shouto removes his fingers from within you, and you watch through heavy lids as he sucks his fingers.

Slowly.

Teasingly.

“You’re an asshole...” You mutter as you watch Shouto removing his strained underwear, and you groan at the sight of his hardened dick springing up.

The heat of your core quickly returning at the sight of him, and you licked your lips in anticipation as he lines up at your entrance, and he pushes you onto the floor again. “Do you want me?” Shouto asks.

The words hold two meanings, and you nod immediately as he smiles. Proceeding to coat his dick with your already dripping core you moan at the feeling. His eyes locked on yours as he grips your hips, and you don’t have time to ask if he was ready as his hips sink into yours.

The penetration alone makes you tremble as you cry out his name. Puffs of the hot air escape Shouto’s mouth as he is still within you.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Shouto groans as he grips your thighs against him, and you nod your head. Your eyes squeezed closed at the feeling of having him all the way in you, his girth stretching you out completely. 

You can’t keep your hips from swiveling on him, and he hisses out your name as he begins thrusting slowly within you. The thrusts are constant, rhythmic, and toe-curling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, a silent scream escapes your mouth as he continues to pound into you.

The blazing heat of your core making you sweat as his body shifts so that Shouto has his torso pressed against yours. It’s so hot now. 

The heat of your boyfriend, the heat of your sex, and the passion of your love have you scraping your nails against his back. Your hips meeting his at every thrust, every grunt he makes, every time he calls your name it sends you to a higher level.

You can’t seem to remember what it was like to be cold as you move up and down with every thrust. The closeness of it all, and the smell of sex is becoming too much. It’s too great.

“F-Faster--oh fuck, just like that-- please!” You beg against his neck. Shouto nods his head as he moves his slightly sweaty forehead against your collarbone, he raises your leg to rest on his hip, and his pounding intensifies on all aspects.

At this, new angle and speed, it’s easy for Shouto to find your g-spot, and at the loud scream you let out, he knows this as well. So he continues doing what he did initially and is pounding away at your g-spot. The overwhelming sensation of the particular area sets your skin on fire. His name a prayer as you chant it repetitively, screaming it on multiple occasions. It gets to the point where you’re no longer able to keep up with his thrusts and let him handle pleasing you. The pressure in your belly is overwhelming once again, and without meaning to, you orgasm again. Sweet yells escaping your lips as Shouto doesn’t stop.

Your body convulses under his, and Shouto’s own pace is hindered at the feeling of your walls clenching and contracting against him. Your sweet moan escaping your lips as Shouto trembles against you as he groans your name. He releases himself in you, as he finishes chasing both your orgasms. 

Shouto collapses to the side of you as pants of air is exchanged between the both of you. The two of you stare at each other, your eyes meeting his in love and lasting intimacy. His lips press against yours as he finally pulls out from within you. A delicate moan on both your tongues as he does so.

“Well...” You whisper, your voice is hoarse from the intensive screaming you had been doing. “We better warm-up and find out why we were dropped off in the middle of nowhere.”

Shouto chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You sure you’re ready?”

“I just had sex with my boyfriend in a cave after potentially having hypothermia, I’m ready for everything.”

bonus!

“So, I’ll be reviewing how all of you guys did in these different climates while aiding the civilians around you. There were cameras on you guys at all times, but we will be reviewing them together.” Aizawa says as all twenty-one of you are now back in the woods of your training camp to return to the intensive training.

Your eyes widen as you snap your head towards Shouto. “Aizawa-sensei!” You squeak as Shouto pinches the bridge of his nose. “Can we talk about Shouto and my tape real quick?”

“How much you want to bet they fucked?” Kaminari ‘whispers’ to the class, but the burning ears of both you and your boyfriend creates anarchy as Aizawa walks away from the class.

Stupid horny teenagers.

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[multifandomwriter18]

Smokescreen x reader imagine ~ TFP :nsfw:

~Here’s another transformer imagine. If you must know, I had a huge crush on this lil’ bean for such a long time lmao

OH!

P.s ~ this has some nsfw content in here too ;) enjoy

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"Wow, that was fast!" You squealed as Smokescreen speeds into the base and opens the door for you to get out.

You let out a sharp breath before doing an excited little dance. "Man that was awesome!" You added on as Smokescreen transformed into his bipedal mode and flexed.

"Why thank you (y/n), I am the best."

You giggled as you tucked a loose lock of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. "Let's not get ahead of your self Smokey." You teased as he looked at you as you winked at him causing tints of blue to form on his cute faceplate.

Yes you have a crush-scratch that..I huge crush on your gaurdien. He's compliments you of course. You both are obsessed with the whole racing and speeding. Yes he could go a bit over with his ego but he's super cute when he does.

The one thing that held you back from telling him you liked him was the fact that he was a robot and you were just a normal human girl.

You have seen his hologram form before a few times when you guys went to hang out but basically that was it.

It would be even more embarrassing if he felt grossed out or weirded out if he figured it out you liked him-but the one thing that would really hurt is the fact that he probably doesn't like you back.

:Smokey's POV:

Man is she ever cute..

In the name of Primus what am I saying?!

I had to control myself around

(y/n), last thing I need is for her to know I like her.

Primus..what would she think of me then?

Just thinking about it made my whole protoform shake.

"Smokey you ok?"

I felt my alt mode of my car doors quirk up as I looked down at her. Her sweet voice slinger angelic, so cute and soft.

"Y-Yeah?" I stuttered out, cursing lowly at myself for sounding so nervous.

"You sure? Your faceplate seems a little blue? You not feeling well?" She asked innocently at me, causing more heat to form on my faceplate.

"Yeah, don't worry about it." I relied hating how I sounded a little harsh.

Her beautiful (e/c) eyes dimmed as she looked away. "Oh ok.."

"Hey (y/n)! Wanna play some racing!" Miko called over as (y/n) looked up at Miko and nodded, walking over to her and sitting down on the couch.

I slouched, feeling pain stab my spark. Great job you air head! Now for sure you fragged things up!

:Your POV:

You didn't know what was wrong with him, but it stung how he brushed you off like that.

Smokey was never like that to you. He was always open and smiling. You never seen this side of your guardian like that.

You didn't know how to react to such a thing. It has been werid lately. Usually when you two are driving around his whole interior heats up, or he starts rambling when he's alone with you.

Just now be basically shrugged you off. It's not like you did anything wrong.

Did you?

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), hello you there?"

You gasped as Miko's voice brings you out of your thoughts and you felt heat flush through your (skin colour) face.

“What?"

She sighed, looking at you as if you had grown a second head. "I told you to pick a car to race with? What's up with you?"

You paused for a moment, feeling as if someone was watching, you you turned your head you saw Smokescreen looking at you.

When your (e/c) eyes met his blue optics he quickly looked away, resting a servo at the back of his helm, lowering his gaze to the metal floor.

You frowned a little as you looked back at your game controller and then at the screen and picked a car and both you and Miko began to play.

:time skip cuz I'm lazy:

"I think it's time I take you home Miko." Bulkhead stated as she pouted. You quickly pulled out your (type of phone) from you (colour) back pack and sighed.

"It's 9pm, maybe we should head home." You suggested as Miko whined. "Oh come on (y/n) one more race?"

You sighed as you saw Smokescreen walked over next to Bulk. "Maybe it's better if you was home Miko. Come on (y/n)."

At first you didn't want to go with him. You actually wanted to beg Bulk and Prime for you to stay here or have another bot take you home.

Smokescreen clearly doesn't like you because of him brushing you off so rudely this evening so what's the big deal of having someone else drive you home?

The thing is, it hurt knowing that your crush-your gaurdian doesn't like you. Your in love with him but clearly he doesn't love you.

You worked down a swallow before grabbing your (colour) bag and walked down the metal stairs as Smokescreen transformed into his alt mode.

You toss your bag at the back and slump on the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.

You wave goodbye to the others as Smokescreen drives out of the base.

Silence filled his alt mode. Neither of you said a word, until Smokescreen broke the silence.

"(Y/n)..about before I-"

"-just drop it. It doesn't matter anymore." You replied with an emotionless tone, cutting him off.

Your rested your elbows against the door arm rest, holding your cheek with your palm as your (e/c) eyes stared out the window and into the cool night.

"No it does matter. What I did was not cool and-"

"-I told you to drop it!" You spat as you looked back at the window, feeling the guilt and sadness tug at your heart.

He instantly stopped driving as his hologram form appears sitting on the drivers seat.

You glared at him as he dragged his (skin colour) hand through his (h/l) (h/c) hair.

:Yup you get to make up his hologram form, so let your imagination run wild!💗:

"(Y/n), look I didn't mean to brush you off like that. I hate how stupid I looked and how I treated you." He exclaimed slowly as I stared at him.

He caught me staring and I looked away. "It's fine." You grumbled out, licking your lower lip in anticipation.

He shook his head, allowing his (h/c) hair to get tousled around. "No it's my ok, cause I.." He trailed off as you looked at him again.

You watched as he bit down on his lower lip, debating on what to say next.

What caught you off guard was when he cupped your face with his hand and pulled you close.

"The thing is (y/n) is that I love you. I had this huge crush you on from the very first day we met and I can't help but fall in love with more every time I see you. You don't deserve to get brushed off like that, and see if how I hurt you only killed me."

You jaw dropped as you felt tears form in your eyes. His gaze lowered to your lips as you blushed.

"I like-I love you too.." You whispered as he stared at you in shock.

"I was too scared to tell you because I thought you wouldn't feel the same and I..you mean a lot to me and I can never stay mad at you..I love you." You replied as you looked at him.

He smiled, wiping a stray tear from your cheek as he leaned down and kissed you.

It was a sweet and beautiful response to your reply. It was soft and gentle. Absolutely perfect.

He then pulls away and blushes. "I..I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that..I got carried away."

He rambled out, causing you to laugh.

"No way. I loved it."

He smiled at you as you blushed a little, leaning over and kissed his cheek.

He chuckled as he pulled you close, meeting your (e/c) gaze. "Then..can I kiss you again?"

You nodded, giggling as he cupped your cheek and leaned forward.

Your lips collide with his as the kiss was powerful. Drugging and passionate.

Your second kiss!

It was just as good as the first one. He then pulled you on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Enter feeling of his body flushed against yours.

Your lips moved in sync with his, as he cupped your butt, moving your body a little against his.

You gasped as his cold fingers slipped under your shirt just a little as his feather like touch roamed around your waist and back.

He then took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, instantly dominating the kiss.

He tasted like heaven. His tongue moved roughly against yours as both your tongues explorer each other's.

A moan rumbled at the back of his throat as your body began to grind against his lower region.

Your felt the heaviness of both yours and Smokey's breaths fog up his windows of his alt mode.

The seat you were both sitting on began to heat up. Hell his whole interior began to heat up.

Slowly he began to hesitantly tug at the hem of your (colour) shirt. Nervousness began to eat away at you like a child eating candy.

Part of you was scared, super cared of the next step, but the other part of you wanted to continue. You knew that he loved you, and he knew you loved him.

He had this crush on you since forever and same for you to him. So what made it so hard?

You both break apart for some air. His lips traced to your cheek, slog your jaw line, to your ear; playfully tugging at your earlobe before his tongue touched your neck.

You gasped a little as you felt his lips trace over your skin. You shakily licked your lower lip as his hands grasped your hips, as he found the perfect spot on hour neck and began to leave love marks.

You arched your back a little, letting out a soft moan as he moved your lower region against his. You could feel his bulge from the front of his jeans.

"Smokescreen..ah-ha~"

:⚠️SMUT! SMUT! SEXUAL CONTENT UP HEAD!⚠️:

He chuckled as his voice sent ripples of vibrations against now flushed skin.

"I love it when you say my name like that."

He slipped his hands up your shirt as his hands then cupped got breast. You bite down on your lower lip as he toyed with them, massaging them and toying with your now harden nipples.

"Smokescreen.." You moaned again, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch.

He scooped you up in his arms and placed your both at the back seat of his alt mode.

"I want you.." He whispered in your ear as you smiled. "Then take me then."

He looked down at you as you blushed a little. "I want you too.." You whispered as he smiled a little at you.

"I've waited a long time for this

(y/n). I've liked you for Primus knows how long but I don't want to-"

You placed your index finger against his soft lips. "I want to do this. Please?" You begged as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Ok, but if it gets to much tell me ok?"

:⚠️IM WARNING YOU! If you don't like smut then don't read the next part! Just warning⚠️:

You nodded as the both of you got back into business. Slowly you both started to kiss against while your hands kept busy.

Your both began to strip down, tossing your clothes to the side. He held your now naked body close as you left many love bites on his neck and chest.

Your loved the feeling of his hot skin against yours. The way both your bare bodies fitted perfectly against each other.

Other he grabbed the protection and positioned himself he gave you one last look of approval. You nodded, whining softly as you shifted your body closer towards him.

He takes in a deep breath and inserts his full length into your entrance. You let out a softly whimper of pain, biting down on your lower lip once more.

His breath hitched as his shifted himself so your body stayed flushed with his. He groaned softly as he tucked a loose lock of (h/c) hair behind your ear.

"Ready (nickname?)"

You nodded as he slowly began to move. His thrusts were slow and gentle. The pain was a bitch but with everything slow and gentle thrust the pain began to go away and pleasure took over.

"F-faster.." You moaned out as he began to pump in and out of you faster and deeper, grasping your hips as he began to moved faster and faster.

You felt his finger dig deeper into your flushed skin as your monad filled hit alt mode. Gasped and groans escapes your lips.

"You feel amazing.." He moaned out as he thrusted deeper and hard, working his way up, hitting your g-spot everytime increasing your way to your climax.

"Smokescreen~" you moaned softly as your body jolted and moved roughly with his thrusts. The sex was amazing-the feeling of him inside your, thrusting in and out hard and deep made you moan his name even louder and louder.

"Primus (y/n) I'm right there. S-so close." He moaned out as he began to move fast and fast causing his alt mode to shake side to side a little.

Both of you let it out a cry of relief as you both began to release, hard and fast. Your body jolted and your hips bucked as you released heavily.

His thrusts began to slow as both of your pants filled his alt mode, heavily fogging his windows.

"Oh Primus that was fragging amazing." He breathed out as he finally pulled out of you and shakily rested next to you, shifting your body so you laid over top of him.

Both of you were slick with sweatband each other's fluids, not that you minded that. You wiped the loose strands of your (h/l) away from your (skin colour) forehead your you (e/c) eyes met his blue ones.

"I love you (y/n)"

"I love you too Smoky."

And with that the both of you laid in each others arms, resting before he actually took you home.

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SO WHAT DID YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE SWEET SPARKS THINK OF IT?!

And yes I do post nsfw content. Like that’s all my wattpad is filled of. It’s also the reason why my books are good😂 what can I say? The world is filled with sinners!

I got more imagines coming soon! Feel free to send some requests and asks!

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[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

kittygirl likes petplay but is embarassed that she likes it so much so la signora or lisa take it upon themselves to remind her how much she likes being her good kitty~

your stuff is great and I love reading it, you’re feeding us all and i love it.

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Beloved Pet

Summary: Of all the things La Signora owned, her pet cat was the most loved and treasured thing.

Rated: E

-- There were a few things in life that La Signora found beautiful, you were one of them. Her beloved from the Kätzlein Bloodline. Your natural grace and playfulness created a dichotomy that never ceased to give her the closest thing to happiness in the cold winter of Snezhnaya.

It was the reason why she could immediately tell when something was bothering you.

‘Ah, this must be love…’ She thought as she pinned you to her lap.

You squirmed as you felt her heated stare, tail twitching in excitement as you looked at her coquettishly.

“Tell me,” She demanded in a voice that left no room for disagreement “what is bothering you?”

And you paused, wondering, debating if to tell her your embarrassment over your preferences. The conflicting feeling of wanting your happiness and meeting hers, the desire to play as her pet and not wanting to tarnish her reputation.

“I-” You paused, “I just wondered if…”

“If?”

“If you minded that I like petplay so much…” Your ears drooped.

And though she found the sight of your drooped ears lovely, La Signora would prefer it not stem from your insecurity. Her hands, that had only ever known gentleness with you, tipped your chin and had you face her. Her eyes that only knew harshness was incomparably gentle and loving when she looked at you.

In the cold depths of her heart, the only warmth left was her love for you. Thus, it was one she would guard and protect fiercely from everyone including your own demons.

“You are my lover,” She began as her fingers trailed down your face, to your throat and to the first button of your clothes “and as I’ve told you time and again, that you must carry yourself with pride. From the things you like to the clothes you wear.”

Your chest rumbled, loud purrs that Signora could hear with being so close to you. Her fingers nimbly and slowly unbuttoned your clothes, the tips of her nails scratching your skin from your collarbone, down to the softness of your cleavage and ends at your stomach.

“And that includes you being my pet.”

The casual possessiveness sent shivers down your spine, your panties growing wet at her declaration, “Do you think of me as blind? Unable to see how good and beautiful you are acting as my pet?”

Her free hand groped your chest, fingers squeezing and teasing until your breasts were freed from the confines of your bra. Your erect nipples were a watering sight that made her pinched it.

You moaned without any shame.

“Let me remind you” She spoke as her other hand easily removed your panties, exposing your pussy to the cold air of the room. You sat on her lap, your clit rubbing on her thick thighs that had you arching in pleasure, “that I only want the best from my clothes to my choice of lovers.”

A sweet kiss to your nape and a gentle order to start the play, “Be a good kitty and spread your legs on the floor.”

Like a well-trained pet, you followed her orders as you laid on the floor, shyly spreading your legs right in front of her. Your pussy was obviously wet and twitching. It was hard not to feel embarrassed but even so, Signora could see that anticipation rolling off of you in waves.

Your half-lidded eyes, heavy pants, and red face showed your lust-clouded mind. It was a look that she would never stop relishing, feeding her ego as she knew how much power she held over you. She knew that you would follow her orders without any doubt, you would do anything for her and she loved you for it.

Twisted as it was, impure as it was, La Signora loved you in a way that she would never love the rest of the world and her Tsaritsa. It was why she would never allow you to feel shame or embarrassment for what you loved, for everything you held dear. 

Whether it was the clothes you liked, the food you preferred, the sex you wanted. You were only allowed to love it all with pride.

Because she proudly loved you and everything you loved.

“Such a good girl” She praised you, licking her lips in delight as displayed your pussy in front of her, “spread those pretty lips for your Master.”

Your pink manicured nails slowly slid down your labia, showmanship to please your Master, gently spreading it apart to show your depths to her. You bit your lips in anticipation, waiting for her next orders with your dilated pupils silently begging her.

“Look at you, dripping wet for me, such a good slutty pet” Signora praised delighting at the pleased look on your face as she removed her feet from her high heels.

You felt her stocking clad feet rub on your clit and stifled your moan.

“None of that. Let me hear how much you like being fucked with your master’s feet.”

No sooner had she finished her words, you felt your pussy being penetrated. Your back arched as you let out a moan, your legs spreading wider as the odd feeling of the stockings rubbed your walls. Your short mewls and twitching body made Signora’s pussy wet but this wasn’t about her, not yet. 

She wanted you to unabashedly come from pleasure through following her orders.

“Use your hands to spread this lewd lips wider” She ordered, thrusting her toes inside you deeper to punctuate her words “Don’t use your tail to hide your genetic sluttiness!”

You forced your tail to swing away from covering your dripping wet pussy, instead letting it thrash on the side as you felt the mounting pressure of your incoming orgasm.

“That’s a good kitty” Signora praised as she felt her own panties getting drenched, she knew that you could already smell her own lust but an ice collar forming on your throat was enough to let you know it wasn’t your time to speak yet.

You felt stars forming behind your eyelids as her toes thrusted hard. You came loudly, screaming for your master as you felt her toes stirring your insides as you came. Your face was the perfect picture of ecstasy, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Your chest was heaving heavily, breasts jiggling as your nipples were erect. She savored this picturesque moment, engraving it on her mind. And then she stood up, bare feet on the tiled floor of her room and raised the slit of her gown showing her damp panties and ordered,

“Now, be a good kitty and use that cute tongue of yours to clean me up.”

You shakily complied with her order, trembling hands pulling her lacy black thong down before your mouth began to lap up at her wet pussy. Your tongue swirled inside her, licking everything it touched. Her long nails gently scratched your head as she pushed it deeper to her pussy. Her soft and fragrant pussy smothering your face as you lost yourself to the pleasure of following her orders.

The world had melted away leaving only you and your master, and her orders.

“Mhmm” She moaned “just like that, be good and follow my orders, you don’t have to think about anything else.”

Your master continued to speak, her words slowly entering in your mind and sinking in your heart, “The only thing you should think about is how much you love this, love me, love our love. Everything else you can ignore, my darling pet.”

The tight grip on your hair pulled your head back, yanking it away from the pussy of your beloved master.

“Are we clear?”

“Yes, Master!” You answered, eyes filled with love and warmth.

“Good girl.”

There are a few things in life that you loved. The feeling of running in the snow to catch prey, the warm and gentle scratches of your lover as you sat in front of the burning fireplace, the feeling of simply following your master’s orders and being their pampered pet. These were all the things you loved and took pride in.

But all of these would have never entered your heart without her because it was written in the genes of the Kätzlein Bloodline to always love the shiniest and prettiest thing and La Signora of the Harbingers was the shiniest and prettiest thing that you loved.

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[kimnjss]

capital h | pjm + jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin ⇢ genre: smut. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationship | threesome.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight nipple play, oral (f/m receiving), threesome, semi-public fingering, humiliation kink(?), slight dom!jimin, slight switch!jungkook, slight sub!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, penetrative sex, unsafe sex (wrap it up, loves!). a hint of jikook at the end. ⇢ summary: after learning of the activities your boyfriend and his best friend use to partake in, you can’t help but what to be apart of them. everyone always says, two is better than one, right? ⇢ A/N: this has been in my drafts for about three months, lmao. finally, i finished it and posted it! im lowkey excited because this was a lot of fun to write, and i’ve never written anything like it so! alright, yeah... let me know what you think x.

Your damp locks laid sprawled against your boyfriend's muscular thigh. Warm fingers twisting the wet curls between his fingers. Movements slowed due to the toe-curling, orgasm-inducing, mind-blowing tub sex you just shared. The last thing you had wanted was to get out and brave the cold air, but laying here, wrapped in his sheet with nothing underneath, you didn't want to be anywhere else.

 Being in Jimin's arms was a rare occurrence these days, moments like this becoming cherished treasures that you looked forward to. Excitement was the easy way to describe how you felt when he and his six best friends were pulling up in front of your house, inviting you to spend their day off with them.

 Of course, it was all Jimin's doing, you wouldn't have met any of those guys if it wasn't for your chance meeting with the handsome dancer. They liked you enough, though. Each showed you that they accept your relationship in their own way.

 Seokjin, the oldest, had become something of a big brother to you; oftentimes taking your side on the rare occasion that you and Jimin argued. Never failed to give you insightful advice after the fact. Yoongi didn't really pay you any mind, but he thought you were cute and often times found himself cooing at you. You were closest to Hobi and Joon, becoming fast friends due to your like personalities and sense of humor. They thought you were hilarious, Jimin didn't see it.

 As for the two youngest... despite you dating his best friend, Taehyung didn't really show much interest in you, neither did Jungkook. Yet, Taehyung did put in the effort to make conversation and make you feel included, unlike the youngest male. You had been convinced that he didn't like you, until a few weeks ago when his blatant staring began.

 He'd be quick to look away whenever he knew he was caught, but he wasn't that sneaky. You never missed the cocky grin he'd try to hide or the knowing look he'd shoot in Taehyung's direction. There was definitely something up and it definitely involved you.

 “What do you think of Jungkook?” The question was falling from your lips and you had your never-ending thoughts and overthinking to blame. 

 Jimin let out a snort of a laugh. “Jungkook? My best friend, and teammate? The guy that's been like a brother to me for the past 7 years? I guess he's alright,” Sarcasm dripped from his words and you rolled your eyes, lifting your head from his lap.

 Your hand met his shoulder, gently pushing him back against the headboard. “I'm being serious. What do you think?”

 “So am I. He's like a brother to me, why?” He found this sudden interest in the maknae odd...? Especially for you. It was obvious that the two of you didn't really socialize, so why were you asking about him all of a sudden? “What do you think of him?” Jimin prompted when your answer didn't come fast enough.

 Taking a moment, you debated whether or not you should even bring this up. As he said, Jungkook was like a brother to him... what if calling out his weird behavior ended up rubbing Jimin in the wrong way and now you were without a boyfriend.

 Jimin wasn't the type for dramatics, though. Everything was comfortable with him, not many things reaching his 'serious business' radar, so this should be fine, right? Right. “He's fine...” You buffered, teeth chewing at your lower lip.

 Jimin pinned you with an expectant look, hated whenever you, or anyone, beat around the bush when there was obviously something on their mind. Taking this, you urged yourself to go on. “...I've just noticed like lately he's been... checking me out?” Mentally, you flinched, hoping the news wouldn't upset your boyfriend.

 His chest rumbled as he barked out a laugh, head cocked back as the sweet sounds left his plump lips. Pillow soft punches met his stomach as you tried to get him to focus. “I'm being serious, Jimin! He's always staring at me with that stupid face,”

 You imitated Jungkook's seemingly signature facial expression, eyebrows raised and tongue pushed into the inside of your cheek, eyes tracing over your boyfriend's body hungrily like Jungkook had done to you many times before. Another laugh left his lips at the sight of your face and you were scoffing, pushing him back again.

 “I don't know why this is funny to you. I just told you one of your friends has been mentally undressing me, you should be livid!” You were quick to silence the insecure thoughts that his lack of reaction had floating around your mind.

 It was no secret that Jimin was a jealous guy. What's his, is his... you were his! He should be enraged that some guy was looking at you like a piece of meat, he was the only one that was supposed to look at you like that. So why was he laughing?

 Seeing that you were obviously upset, Jimin was reaching for your arms, uncrossing them from your bare chest. His hands held loosely on your wrist as he pulled you toward him, landing a soft kiss to your lips. “I think it's funny because it's not a big deal. Me and Jungkook are boys, he's not gonna try anything with you.” He assured you, another kiss landing on your lips.

 “Okay, but, I heard him and Taehyung talking and-” You weren't even able to finish your sentence because he was sitting up, squinted eyes finding yours. “Taehyung was talking about you?”

 Oh, now he wanted to be jealous? Scoffing, you pushed him back against the headboard. “Yes.” You couldn't help the roll of your eyes. “I was trying to tell you. Not only is Jungkook always checking me out, but I heard them talking about you and us... and something about an H?”

 Jimin's expression softened, eyebrows relaxing as his cheeks tinted a few shades light of red. “Oh.” Crooked teeth worried his lower lip as he reached a hand up to push his hair back on his forehead.

 “Oh? What does H stand for, Jimin?” Obviously, he knew exactly what they were talking about and it was making him... blush? “It's nothing.” He answered a bit too quickly. “It's something.” Your words chased his, a slight bite in your tone.

 His eyes widened. “What are you gonna get mad if I don't tell you?” Laughter laced his words, but it wasn't the 'Ha-ha so funny' type of laugh, it was a type of nervous laugh he let out when he felt like he dug himself in a hole.

 You were nodding your head simply, shoving the blanket from your waist. “Yup!” Hopping from the bed, you began searching the room for the jeans you had ditched the second you were entering his bedroom. Jimin was sitting up quickly, voice stopping your movements just as you got your jeans over your thighs. “Alright, alright! I'll tell you. Come sit back down,”

 A triumphant smirk spread across your lips, as you crossed the room back to his bed. You sunk back down onto the comfortable mattress, crossing your legs underneath your bum as you awaited his explanation.

 “First of all, this was before I met you so you can't hold this against me,” He prepped and you nodded your head, gesturing with your hand for him to go on. “A while ago... with my exes, or just like girls that hung around us... Jungkook and I would, you know...”

 You had pretty a good idea what he was alluding to, but you weren't the type to graciously take a hint. “No, I don't know... you would, what?” He was rolling his eyes at the smirk on your lips, hands pushing his hair back out of habit.

 “Share them, our girlfriends, the groupies... It was fun, you know? Capitol H doesn't stand for anything, it's literally what our bodies do,” He let out a short laugh and you picture the way an H looked. “...So I'd be the middle part?” You clarified, your words making Jimin's eyes snap up to you.

 “Who said...” His words trailed off, brows furrowing as he visibly went through the thoughts bubbling in his mind. You didn't blame him. Despite the occasional interesting position or location, you liked to keep it pretty vanilla.

 Well aware that Jimin was more experienced than you, you didn't want to disappoint. You always thought vanilla didn't technically mean boring... at least it didn't to you. But after hearing that he use to partake in regular threesomes you couldn't help but wonder what else the other girls he's been with let him do.

 Just the pure fact that you were considering this, putting yourself in the situation was enough to baffle your boyfriend, confuse him enough to convince him that you were just fucking with him. A laugh slipped past his lips as he shook his head. “Come on, Yn. You wouldn't be into that.”

 “How do you even know?”

 “Well, because I know you. It was a long time ago, Yn. They were just talking shit, you don't have to-” Annoyed, you were cutting him off.

 “I might want to. I could be into it, you don't know. Jungkook is cute and...”

 His face was twisting, and you were afraid you had said the wrong thing. Sure of it when the words left his lips. “Are you saying you want to fuck, Jungkook?” Thankfully, he didn't exactly look angry... just a little bit put off?

 A hand reached out for his, easily lacing your fingers together. “Listen, I know I'm not that... adventurous, when it comes to sex... but if it's something that you enjoyed doing or if you just want to, I'm just saying... I wouldn't be against it.” Your thumb soothes over the back of his hand and enjoys the smile that pushes onto his lips.

 His eyes soften again, staring up at you lovingly. The confusion of whether or not you had just admitted you were into his bandmate gone and forgotten. “I promise, I like the sex we have just fine, don't worry.” He was leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull your body into his.

 Four days passed since your conversation with Jimin. More and more time was spent around their dorm, soaking up as much time with him as you could before he was jetting off to his next schedule. Being around him all day, though, meant that you were around his friends all day too.

 It wasn't a big deal, these guys were cool. At least, most of them were. In the past days, Jungkook had become bold, to say the least. Not looking away when he's caught staring, instead of waiting for you to be the one to break. On top of that, it was like the kid never knew when to shut up, always coming up with a snarky comment or undermining you but at the same time calling you 'Noona' with that boyish grin of his.

 Jimin no doubt told him all about the talk that you two had if those boys were sharing girls... there was no way they weren't sharing secrets. You don't know what you knowing about their sexcapades did for him, but it clearly had gone to his head. It'd be best to just ignore him, you decided. No matter how undeniably attractive he was, there was nothing there for you. You didn't want him. Didn't need him, no matter the dampness that ensued whenever he smirked. And of course, you didn't ever notice the size of the bulge that constantly pushed against his pants. Was that boy always hard, or something!?

 Like right now, just walking across the lawn in search of the ball he had been playing with, but right there fighting against his swim trunks... a huge boner! You cursed the moment Jin suggested a pool party would be a fun way to spend the afternoon.

 It had sounded fun at the moment. Yoongi said he was going to barbecue and you were even more convinced when your boyfriend was making his way down the stairs shirtless in his swim shorts. The sexy one-word tattoo on full display, ripples of his abs seemed to glisten, the single trail of hair below his belly button disappearing underneath his waistband.

 Yeah, you'd definitely enjoy this afternoon. So sure of it, until you were catching sight of the man that followed him down the stairs. Jungkook, of course, who else could irk you just with their presence?

 A lot taller and more muscular than your lean boyfriend, black shorts hanging loosely on his hips, giving you a perfect view of the well-worked on V-line that acted a huge fucking arrow to his dick. Gentle lips found the top of your head, a strong arm wrapping around your waist. “You look pretty,” Jimin mumbled into your ear, and you grinned, leaning into his chest.

 Jimin was always very vocal when it came to the things that he liked to see. You showing some skin? Definitely at the top of his list. Took that into account when you picked out your swimsuit for this gathering; a red triangle string bikini, lacy black flowers decorating your breasts, and hips.

 It was obvious that Jimin thought you looked good, could tell with the lingering glances in your direction as you laid on your back trying to soak up some sun. What you didn't account for was the slight chance that his friends might think the same. And by friends, you meant Jungkook, of course.

 Poor kid couldn't take his eyes off of you, not even for a second. Which explains his constant need to get out of the pool and retrieve the ball that he kept failing to catch. The situation almost funny, if the sexy flex in his arms as he pulled his body out of the water didn't always catch your attention. If your eyes weren't automatically trailing over every ridge and bump of his muscles.

 He'd smirk when catching you, toss his long wet hair before slipping back into the water. Wouldn't even wait to see the annoyed roll of your eyes, not as it mattered – he had already caught you staring, more than once. Acting as if he didn't affect you was a waste. And to make matters worse, Jimin was always right there observing each and every one of your interactions with the kid, face giving nothing away.

 Not angry, or annoyed. Just watching, as if he was curious to see what you'd do. How you'd react. As if he had put this whole entire thing in motion earlier and was observing the aftermath. 

 By the time Yoongi was announcing dinner, your body was buzzing with annoyance. Or was it desire? Either way, you were about two seconds from ripping your hair at the roots. Jimin sat beside you, the first time he was within arms reach the entire evening. He grinned, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you close engulfing you with his sweet scent. 

 Stupidly, you found yourself relaxing in his arms. Head falling on his shoulder while a hand lifted to press against his stomach. He was warm but still a little wet from the pool. You felt the movement of his head but didn't bother with lifting your head to see who he was speaking too. Stupid, because seconds later the spot next to you was being taken up.

 Guess who.

 Of course, Jeon Jungkook was slipping into the space beside you, a cocky grin playing on his most likely soft lips. His eyes flickered over to Jimin's before he was dropping his focus back onto you.

 “We've got burgers and hot dogs, and Jin is coming out with the chicken,” Yoongi called out, stepping toward the table with a tray of meat in hand. The second the food was in reach, the boys were hurrying to load their plates.

 Like the ever so dotting boyfriend, Jimin loaded up your plate as he did his. Comfortable conversation surrounded the table, voices overlapping and thick strings of laughter falling from their lips. You weighed in where you could, beaming when you were able to make a few of them laugh along with you.

 It was fun. Talking to them, getting along. Despite the fact you had been dating Jimin for a while, conversations with most of his friends were surface level at most. It didn't really bother you, but it was a good feeling knowing that if needed, you could get along with these guys.

 “No, yeah... if you're into old-time movies, you should definitely check out...” Taehyung's words were fading into the background, your attention slipping from what he was saying and to the warm hand on your thigh. Jimin's. An unsuspecting smile on his lips when you looked up to catch his gaze. 

 Just barely catching the title of the movie Taehyung was referring to, you turned your attention back to him. “It's good? I should check it out.” He nodded, all at once losing interest in the conversation, Jin's story catching his ear.

 There was a mischievous glint in Jimin's eye as he spread your legs apart, tips of his fingers trailing up your bare thigh. His head tilting until his lips were able to reach the skin of your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses down the length.

 You felt your body melting into him. Ready to succumb to whatever he had in store for you, the tingle of anticipation rushing through your veins. A familiar heat spreading throughout your body, lips curling into your mouth as you waited. The press against your left side had your eyes snapping open, darting to the cool tattooed hand making it's way up to your thigh. Jungkook.

 His fingers inching up your thigh, closer and closer to your core while Jimin held your legs apart, fingers tight against your flesh. “If you don't like it, tell him to stop.” His words are hushed against your ear, and you're nodding quickly, hearing the sincerity in his voice. 

 Jungkook wastes no time, callused fingers finding your clit through the fabric of your bikini bottoms. He presses down, fingers moving in circles as your body jolts at the sudden friction. “She's sensitive,” He speaks as if he's taking notes rather than trying to hold a conversation. You hold your breath, legs spreading slightly. Jimin's lips fall from your skin, cheek resting against your shoulder so he can see.

 Never did you think you'd be the one to have such a penchant for something as risky as public foreplay, but here you were growing wetter by the second, the thought that either one of his friends could catch you with a simple turn of their heads. It had you unbelievably turned on, mixed with the fact that your boyfriend was watching you rather than doing it definitely added to it.

 Jungkook laughs beside you, but not at you. Delved in a conversation with Namjoon across the table as if his fingers weren't pushing your bottoms out of the way underneath the table. A long finger lazily traces over your wet folds. Jimin's chuckle covers the gasp that leaves your lips when Jungkook's fingers graze over your bare clit.

 Jin is smiling appreciatively in his direction at the support of his joke. You were going to get caught. The thought and the consequences weighing heavily on your mind, causing you to shift attempting to close your legs. “It's fine,” Jimin assures you with a whisper, strong hand holding your leg in place.

 The moment you're relaxing, Jungkook's hand is reaching down to grasp your other thigh. Easily lifting it to hook over his own, giving him total access to your throbbing pussy. It's not lost on you how hot it feels to be exposed like this, but you're not given any time to analyze what it means as soon as Jungkook traces his fingers over your entrance.

 The tips of his fingers take their time with gathering the wet arousal that had accumulated between your legs before they're moving back up to tease your tight hole. Teeth digging into your plump lip as the tips of his fingers slowly begin slipping into your core.

 Trying your damnedest to keep your face from giving away what was going on underneath the table. You force yourself to concentrate on the words coming from Namjoon's mind, although they're just words... not coherent enough to follow the actual story.

 Slowly, Jimin is reaching his thick fingers down between your legs, using his middle and index fingers to spread your lips further apart, giving him a better view. You gasp, Jungkook's fingers pumping shallowly in and out of you. 

 For a moment, your body stills, afraid you had been too loud just then. Calming when you realize none of them were looking in your direction, not even Jungkook who was the cause of all of this. No, he was seemingly wrapped in conversation with Taehyung, a teasing smirk on his lips that you guessed was meant for you.

 Jimin was the only one look at you, watching Jungkook's long fingers bury themselves deep inside of you. He's flexing them, curling and uncurling as the pad of his thumb fingers your needy clit. He's basically drooling at the sight, wet lazy kisses landing on your shoulder. His hand resting over his covered crotch, palming himself through the fabric. 

 A louder, desperate whimper is falling from your lips. This time catching the attention of Taehyung. Words coming to a halt as his eyes dart between the three of you, a wide smirk slipping onto his features. “Are you alright, Yn?” There's a teasing glint in his eye, letting you know he's not at all asking if you're alright. No, he knew exactly what was happening underneath the table and he was making it all of his business to tease you about it.

 Plastering a tight-lipped smile onto your lips, you muster all the strength you can to nod your head. “I'm fine,” There's a strain in your voice, giving him enough reason to pull a look of concern, his head tilting to the side.

 “Are you sure? You look a little flushed,” His brows furrow, topping off his fake worry and you're suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. The encounter is catching Namjoon's attention beside him, his gaze lifting to study your face. “Oh, yeah. You don't look so good.” He weighs in, actually looking worried about you.

 Jungkook takes this growing attention as an invitation to speed up the movement of his fingers. Hand tightening on your thigh, keeping you from snapping your legs shut. Two fingers plunging deep inside of you, tips brushing against the spongy spot inside of you. Jimin's domineering gaze watches your face, waiting for your response.

 However, it doesn't come. The thrusts of Jungkook's fingers, mixed with the relentless strokes of his thumb on your clit has a moan falling from your lips. It's loud and breathy, and definitely recognizable even if all attention wasn't on you. You see Jungkook's eyes widen from the corner of your eye, but he's being really careful about not looking directly at you.

 You do, actually, see him steal a glance in Jimin's direction... almost as if he's asking for guidance, but he's being ignored, Jimin's lust-filled eyes never leaving your face. “Take that kinky shit upstairs,” Yoongi speaks flatly, bored expression on his face as he stares at you.

 Jimin's hand is quick to reach between your legs, adjusting your bottoms as Jungkook withdraws his fingers from inside of you, pushing your thigh from his. You ignore the way your walls flutter at the sudden emptiness, snapping your legs shut as embarrassment reddens your cheeks and dampens your pussy.

 “Let's go.” There's no room for protest with the way he speaks, excusing himself from the table as he looks expectantly between you and Jungkook. The younger male is quick to stand, watching you as he pushes his glistening fingers into his mouth. Your heart pounds as he slowly sucks your juices from the digits.

 The other boys have turned their attention from you three, still, your body felt hot. Cheeks flushed and pussy pulsing with want. Need. You needed them, both of them. Need to have both of them on you, around you, inside you. With a breath, you're standing, following them into the house and up into Jimin's room.

 Jungkook shuts the bedroom door, flicking the lock as Jimin turns to look down at you. “You still not against this?” Eyes much softer now, gentle hands finding your hips in order to pull your body toward his. You're nodding without a second thought, want buzzing in your veins. No way were you backing out now.

 Despite the grin rapidly growing on his plush lips, Jimin was still asking: “Are you sure?” Your words chased his, hands reaching up to land on his jawline. “I'm sure,” Your lips found him, instantly being parted by their thickness. His tongue twists and tangles with yours, a single hand reaching to grasp your jaw, holding your head in place as he licks into your mouth.

 Suddenly, he's pulling back, soft eyes tinted with a dark desire. He's turning your head with the grip of his strong hand, your eyes finding Jungkook who had moved to stand directly behind you.

 Jungkook is quick to capture your lips with his. Soft lips tasting heavily of cherry, you kiss him back, body turning, melting into his as the erection between his legs brushes against your lower belly. He bites into your lower lip, tugging it slightly and pulling a whimper from his lips.

 You feel his smirk as his tongue slips past your parted lips, mapping out every inch of your mouth while his hands drop to your scarcely covered ass. Hips pushing back, involuntarily surrendering more of your ass to his. Jungkook's lips are falling from yours, hands sliding underneath the fabric of your bottoms to cup your bare ass.

 “Jungkook,” You gasp out when his hands squeeze down hard on your ass, grip pulling your body tight against his. With little to no effort, Jungkook is lifting your body off of the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He walks the two of you to the bed, laying your body onto the soft mattress.

 When he had moved was lost on you, Jimin now sitting comfortably on the chair adjacent to the bed. Hard cock straining against the fabric of his swim trunks, his hand resting over it as he watched you with his best friend.

 With your legs hanging loosely from his hips, Jungkook leans down to bury his head in the crook of your neck. Sucking wet hickeys into the skin while his large hands trail down the gentle curves of your body, fingers finding the tight bows on either side of your hips. Your breaths come out labored, rapidly losing yourself in the way he's tonguing at your skin, teeth grazing its sensitivity.

 “Fuck,” He groans, hips pushing into yours. The sound of his voice nearly startling you, with how quiet he has been since the start of all this. “I never thought I'd have a chance to have you like this,” He sighs softly against your skin. Only a second was spared for you to wonder just how often he thought about having you like this. If Jimin knew.

 Jungkook's hands were quickly traveling up your back, a single tug on the string of your bikini had it loosening around your chest. He wastes no time with discarding it, tossing it somewhere behind him before leaning down. Hot tongue connecting with your hardened bud, rolling it around in his mouth. A soft moan slips past your lips, head falling back just enough to catch sight of Jimin.

 Teeth worrying his plush lips, a hand-dipped into the front of his shorts as he watches you. Hooded eyes find yours and you swear you see his cock twitch in his hand. Your fingers tangled in Jungkook's hair, holding his head against your chest as he grinds his covered cock against the flimsy material of your bathing suit.

 Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling his closer as you lift your hips. Jimin's groan mixes with the sound of yours, Jungkook's head lifting only for a moment to catch sight of his older friend, only to drop back down mouth latching onto your neglected nipple.

 “Make her cum, Kook,” Jimin speaks hastily growing impatient with how slow Jungkook was being. How he seemed to be taking his time, reveling in each moment he had with you. Allowing himself to memorize every inch of your body while he had the chance.

 The sight demand has Jungkook's body jumping to action, teeth grazing over your nipple as his hand travels down the front of your body dipping into your bottoms and covering your pussy without pause.

 Your legs squirm while his fingers toy with your bundle of nerves a wet trail of kisses, creating a line from your breasts down the middle of your body. You're sprawled out beneath him, legs wide as you wait for what you know is coming. It's not long before his head is between your legs, looking up at you with the sexiest pout and you feel as though you could cum at the sight.

 “You're soaked,” His head is tilting slightly, licking along your slit in one click motion and you're moaning out. “I've always wondered the sounds you'd make having your cute little pussy eaten.” His thumb is covering your clit, stroking it gently as your core flutters, from the growing smirk on his face, it's safe to say he noticed.

 Strong hands holding your legs apart, Jungkook lunges forward to press his soft lips against your folds. He sucks kisses against your damp lips, tongue stroking against them slowly. You're whimpering, can feel your pussy dripping as you reach down to tangle your fingers in his soft locks.

 He's quick with the up-down movement of his tongue against your slick pussy lips, tracing over each ridge and cure but avoiding that one spot he's sue would have you falling apart instantly. Instead, kept his thumb pressed against it still, motionless.

 Your hips lift, rocking into his face while his tongue lowers to tease your wanting entrance. Large hands curling around your hips to grasp the cure of your ass, pulling your body tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, Jungkook!” The shout falling from your lips as he ups his speed, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit.

 Jimin's breathy groan sounds from behind you, the familiar fap of his hand working against his hardened cock filling your ears and egging you on. His thumb slowly plays with the head, spreading the precum leaking from it. Having him watch you, turned on by the sight of you moaning his friend's name, turned on enough that he was jerking himself off at the sight. It made you feel hot, an unexplainable rush of desire coursing through your veins.

 Jungkook is pulling his tongue from inside of you it quickly being replaced with two long fingers. He pushes all the way to the knuckle, curling them to press deep inside of you. You feel the coil in your stomach slowly tighten as he continues his movements, your orgasm approaching.

 A silent scream leaves your lips the moment his lips are wrapping around your neglected clit, sucking softly as his tongue teases it. Hips lifting and rolling, body convulsing as your orgasm begins to wash over you. Jungkook's grip tightens around your shaking thighs, holding your legs in place as he pushes another finger inside of you.

 His lips suck down harder, head tilting to the side to twist your clit along with it. That paired with the new stretch of his added finger have you cumming hard all at once. His name leaves your lips in a desperate mewl, grip tightening in his hair as your back arches off the bed.

 Jungkook's pulling his fingers from your body, letting up on the suction around your clit relaxing into gentle licks of his tongue. His strong hands cover your ass, holding your body against his mouth as you ride out your orgasm. He laps up every bit of your wet cum, ignoring the sensitive twitch of your legs until he's finished. Until he's satisfied and sitting upon his knees, licking your arousal from his lips.

 He's staring at you with so much want, lust, lips slightly swollen and very red. His hair sticks up messily around his head from the grip of your fingers, chest heaving with heavy breath as he watches you.

 Jimin stands from his position behind you, hands tugging his shorts the rest of the way down his legs before he's taking slow strides in your direction. With much effort, you're lifting your body until you're seated. He grins down at you, a hand wrapped around his length while the other reaches for the nape of your neck.

 “I want you to suck me off while Jungkookie fucks you open, how's that sound?” He's wearing such a sweet smile on his face, a direct contradiction to the words that fall from his lips and the vulgar things they convey. You're nodding your head quickly, either way, leaning into his touch as his hand travels to rest against your jaw.

 Jungkook has stood from the bed, discarding his shorts in the process. He's rummaging on the other side of the room, but your focus is not on him. No, your attention is stuck on the man in front of you. His soft thumb brushing against your lower lip, your mouth falling open. He grins.

 “You made me so hard baby. Loved seeing you cum on Kookie's tongue, did it feel good?” You're nodding your head, eyes snapping up to find his. He chews on his lower lip, tracing the curves of your lips with the tip of his cock. You try to move your head to coax his cock into your mouth, but he's having too much fun teasing you to let that happen.

 Pushing your tongue out, you manage to slide it over the underside of his cock. He groans, head lolling to the side as he gives in, slowly guiding his cock past your lips and into your mouth. Your lips latch onto his dick and quickly begin licking and suckling at his length. His teeth dig into his lip as he watches you, hand reaching to grasp your hair.

 “Your mouth feels so good, baby.” He pants, rocking his hips forward slightly. Your body warms at the praise, sucking harder and speeding the bob of your head. His lower belly tightens, both hands tangled in your hair and tightening to hold your head still. Mouth widening, you allow him to push his hips forward, taking more of his cock down your throat. 

 You let him gag you, spit gathering around your lips as tears brim in your eyes. Hands braced on his hips as if that'd be enough to slow his movements. With the fucked out look on his face, the grip in your hair; it was obvious he didn't plan on letting up any time soon. Not like you even wanted him too, anyway.

 Jungkook was coming to crouch behind you, large hands finding your hips. The palm of his hand is slapping against one of your cheeks, forcing your body to jolt forward a muffled moan leaving your lips. The movement pushing you down further onto Jimin's cock, the head hitting against the back of your throat causing a cough to fall from your lips.

 Reluctantly, you pull back, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his length as heavy coughs shook your body. Jungkook let out a loud laugh, hands on your hips positioning your body onto your knees. Jimin's unmistakably gentle hand rubbed at your back, attempting to soothe your coughs as he lined his cock with your lips once more.

 You were taking him into your mouth once more, sucking with much more fervor this time. He chuckles above you, eyes flickering up to Jungkook who's fingers caressing your wet pussy lips. “She's so wet, Hyung. Think she liked choking on your cock.” He comments, fingers lazily stroking your pussy.

 Warmth spreads through your body at his words. Jungkook was much different from Jimin, sexually as well as everything else. Where Jimin never mentioned how much he knew you liked to suck him off, Jungkook was more than willing to voice his revelation that you were particularly dripping. As if he got off on the thought of embarrassing you, and it should annoy you, but it only made you want him more.

 Wanted to prove to him that you didn't so easily wither, that it would take a lot more to make you shy away. No matter the blush the took over his cheeks every time he was crude.

 His hand reached for your hair, tangling in the soft strands and slowly pulling you off of his friend's cock. Your back was soon pressed flush against his chest, a strong arm wrapping around your waist. You can see Jimin clearly now, muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat as his palm stroked his wet cock.

 Jungkook's dick is pressed firmly against your ass cheek and your hips slowly rock back, rubbing against it. He bites back a groan, hand dropping to hold your hips in place. “You want me to fuck you, Yn?” His mouth is right by your ear, but he's speaking loud enough for both you and Jimin to hear. “Want me to make you cum, again? But this time on my cock... make you fall apart while your boyfriend watches, you'd like that, huh?” Rough fingers find your clit, flicking and tugging at it. And you nod frantically, spreading your legs wide from him and avoiding the lust-filled gaze of your boyfriend.

 He reaches for your chin, lifting your head so you're looking directly at Jimin. Jungkook moved behind you, shifting his hips until the tip of his cock nudges your awaiting entrance. “Say it,” He hisses into your ear. “Tell him,” His lower lip drags over the shell of your ear, fingers dipping lower to spread your lips for him.

 “I want-,” You feel heat growing in your chest, Jimin's expectant gaze making you feel small. He's stroking his cock much slower now, waiting on labored breaths. Jungkook's fingers pinch your clit and pleasure shoots through your veins, body twitching. “Don't be shy, princess. He can take it...” His fingers rub figure eights into the bundle of nerves.

 There was no telling how you looked right now, fucked out and panting. Desperately trying to wiggle your hips in hope to steal away more than he was letting you have. Lips are swollen and cheeks tear-stained from having Jimin's cock down your throat moments before. Your back arches against his chest as he drags the length of his cock over your slit, teasing you.

 “I want!” You shout, an electric shock of pleasure fueling you, “Jimin, fuck... watch me. I want you to watch me when Jungkook fucks me,” You plead, crazed eyes staying trained on your boyfriend. “Want you to see him make me cum.”

 “Fuck,” Jimin groans, at the same time Jungkook is pushing inside of you. His thick cock spreading your folds and breaking through your walls. You let out a loud whine, pushing back against him welcoming each inch of his length. He's groaning only when he's bottoming out, hands falling to your hips, body dropping onto your knees again.

 “She's so tight,” Jungkook sighs, pulling his hips back until the tip of his cock is catching on your pursed entrance. He pushes forward quickly, pulling a wail from your lips. Repeating the action until he feels your walls loosening around him.

 He's soon falling into a steady pace, hips snapping against yours as his fingers bruise your hips. Your legs spread wide as you fist at the bedsheets below you, whiny moans leaving your lips as you move back against him. Jimin steps back, no doubt taking in the sight in before him. The way your eyes continue to roll, flushed cheeks and mouth open wide. How your back curves into the globes of your ass the ripple with each strong thrust of Jungkook's hips. “Fuck, baby. You're taking his cock so well,” Jimin praises with a proud look on his face. 

 His soft hand brushes your hair out of your face, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail. “How does it feel, baby?” Weakly, you lift your gaze to look up at him. “S-so good,” Voice hoarse and breathy. Jungkook grins behind you, angling his hips to slide deeper inside of you.

 “Such a good girl,” Jimin's free hand wraps around his cock. And your mouth is opening before your mind can register what he wants, warm cock filling your mouth, your lips wrapping tightly around the base.

 He's sliding down your throat easily, your head bobbing in time with the slow thrusts of his hips. You reach your hands forward to grasp his balls, hands massaging against the velvety skin and his pants. Incoherent mumbles of praise fall from Jimin's lips as his head falls back.

 He looks so hot, even from this angle. The veins of his neck prominent with the clench of his teeth. Collarbones thick and on full display, housing his well worked on pecks and the tight ripples of his abs. His hand lifts to grasp your hair, holding your head in place to thrust shallowly down your throat.

 “S-shit, I'm cumming.” Jungkook whines from behind you, hips pressed flush against your ass while his legs tighten. You feel the familiar expansion of the condom around his cock as the sounds of his whiny moans fill the room. Jimin lifts his head, a chuckle leaving his lips as his eyes find the pink-cheeked man in front of him.

 “That was quick,” Jimin teases, pulling his hips back until his cock is falling from your lips. Jungkook does the same. Your body shocked instantly with emptiness, you whine in protest, hips wiggling in search of your release.

 “It's been a while,” Jungkook defends, slumping against the mattress, arms lifting to cover his eyes. Desperately trying to slow his breathing, not paying any mind to the cum that leaks the condom in thick globs painting the sheets underneath him. “Did Kookie even make you cum?” Jimin's words are directed to you and you're quick to shake your head.

 He tsks, hand reaching for your thigh and flipping your body onto its back. Your legs spread as he lowers himself between them, cock easily pushing its way deep into your pussy. A moan falls from your lips, hips lifting to meet his thrust. “Let me show you how to do it.”

 Jungkook is removing his arm from his eyes, turning his attention to yours and Jimin's bodies. He watches as Jimin's firm ass lifts and drops into you, each powerful thrust pushing your body up. Watches as your nails mark up his smooth back. Listens to the way his groans mix with your whimpers.

 Your eyes catch his for a moment, and you're soon realizing that he's not watching you. Mouth parted and eyes dazed as he stares. But not at you. Jimin's reaching his hand down, fingers finding your clit as he pushes you toward your nearing orgasm. Eyes screwing shut, you let yourself feel it.

 Toes curling and back arching as your release washes over you. Jimin hisses from the way your walls clench around his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppy, untimed. Jungkook watches as he cums, filling you up. Your name falling from his lips in a breathy moan. Your legs tighten around his waist, holding his body tight against yours.

 Minutes pass before Jimin is pulling out, rolling onto his back with a huff. He grins wide down at you, lips catching yours in a loving kiss as his hand moves between your legs, pushing his escaped cum back into your pussy. You can't help the giggle that leaves your lips from the feeling.

 “You did so well, baby.” He's complimenting you after his lips are releasing yours. You smile wide, eyes shifting between him and Jungkook. “It was amazing, thank you.” Jungkook nods his acknowledgment while Jimin presses another kiss to your lips, before standing from the bed.

 “I'm gonna go run you a bath,” Jimin grins, kissing the top of your head gently before disappearing into the bathroom. The second he's gone, Jungkook is standing from the bed. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, and he looks out of breath; but nevertheless he's moving as if he couldn't get out of there fast enough.

 You let him. Don't bother to ask him why. You know why. And now that you knew, all the little things surrounding were starting to make sense. As if a neon sign had been flashing the warning from the beginning, but you had chosen to ignore it. Explained it away as Jungkook being a protective best friend, but you were wrong. You were so wrong. Realization was hitting you all at once and you wondering how many of their conquests found out the exact same thing.

 Jungkook was in love with Jimin.

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