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borathae · 9 months

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“When Jungkook’s lip ring finally healed and you can’t resist each other anymore.”

Genre: Smut, married life!AU

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, switch!Reader, it goes from Dom!Kook to sub!Kook to Dom!Kook, tattooed & pierced!JK, he’s got his lip & nipples pierced, he ties his long hair together nfdnf, muscle & strength kink, lil bit of thigh riding, sex outside on a sun bed, messy oral (f.receiving), some biting, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, she rides him to an orgasm, body hair kink aye, she smothers him with her tits, nipple sucking, lotsa drool, subby boy tears, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation, he has such a lose tongue, they are very horny & needy & just wanna fuck, cuddly aftercare, they are in love!!

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: there is no thought behind this drabble. it’s a crime that i never wrote about his lip ring until now. enjoy besties, this was created from the depths of my pussy 🧡

You are in the little greenhouse in your garden when Jungkook comes home. Your tomato plants, which you and Jungkook have carefully raised from infant seedlings to healthy six foot plants, are finally starting to flower and you are currently making sure that no bugs or other insects nibble on them. Yes, you are very protective over your tomato plants.

After reading an article about self-sustaining living, you developed an obsession with growing as much of your food as possible. You asked Hoseok for help – given how he is already a complete expert at it – and Seokjin gave you some tips as well. Jungkook called it way too time consuming at first, but soon gave in with a fond smile. He even helped you build the greenhouse and soon after, the plant growing fever took a hold of him as well.

It was when the first of your tomato seed experiments grew a little sprout. You can still remember how Jungkook called you in the middle of your shift with the great news of “babe, you won’t believe what just happened but tomato number ten just grew a sprout.” It was a truly exciting day in your marriage.

Now come early summer and all your vegetable and fruit plants are thriving, ready to be pollinated and later carry fruit.

The glass door opens and Jungkook steps inside.

“Hey there.”

You turn, placing the sheers down on your working table.

“And?” you ask him, eyeing it.

There was something else new in your relationship. It was on Jungkook’s body, his lower lip to be more exact. A small metal ring close to the right corner of his mouth. A lip piercing.

It was a well-thought-through decision of his’, one you completely support. Not only because it is his body and he can decorate it with whatever he wants, but also because you always had a gist that he would look amazing with a lip piercing. And you were correct. He looks so handsome with it. Truly, each day you fall more and more in love with this man.

The only downside came with the healing. No touching except for when he has to clean it. That is what the piercer told Jungkook. Which meant no kissing and truly, it left you feeling unbearably needy for him. Eight long and grueling weeks of not being able to kiss your husband. It sounds like torture and it truly was. Especially because you and he were so used to kissing all the time. Soft little morning pecks, sweet goodbye kisses, the relieved smooch of comfort after a long work day, sleepy kisses, desperate making out or the loving surprise kiss throughout the day. You and your husband love kissing. So to be unable to feel each other’s lips for eight long weeks felt like torture. You tried to kiss him one time, but that ended in Jungkook yelping up in pain and bleeding a little. You apologised a million times with tears in your eyes whilst he assured you that it wasn’t your fault and after that, you never tried to kiss again.

Today however, you hope that he comes bearing good news.

“And? What did he say? Has it healed?”

Jungkook steps closer, but stays silent.

“Talk to me, I can’t take the silence” you whine, shrugging off your gloves.

He takes another step.

“Come on, tell me. I wanna know”, you stress, stomping your foot. Truth was, you have been sitting on needles the entire day, wishing for his quick return. All you did today was take care of your garden and think of Jungkook’s kiss. If he doesn’t answer you soon – or take your face to kiss you stupid – you will burst. You can’t bear the longing anymore.

“Kookie, please tell me”, you plead, staring at his lips.

Jungkook breaks the last of the distance between the two of you, cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply.

Your knees buckle, a moan slips past your lips. Everything that was wrong is right again. The world finally starts turning and colour returns to your universe. You are kissing your husband! You tilt your body back as Jungkook presses himself into you, your arms hook behind his head. Holy fuck. Yes.

You grab a bundle of his long hair, twisting it to the point where Jungkook moans into your mouth. Or perhaps he is moaning because all he has been craving was your kiss. Driving home from the piercer with news of finally having healed sitting heavily on his heart was torture. All he wanted to be was to be home with you and have you in his arms. Eight weeks without your kiss and Jungkook had reached his breaking point. If he had to live without your kiss for even one second longer, he would have actually combusted.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, breathing just as heavily as you. He didn’t want to break it, but air was sparse in his lungs. Fuck, if he could live on only your kiss, he would. But alas, he has to breathe, running his hands over your face as if it was the first time he ever touches you.

“I missed you”, he whispers, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Me too, Kook. More, kiss me please.”

Jungkook obeys gladly, kissing you so deeply that nothing could separate the two of you. His strong arm slings around your waist, pressing you into his body. His long fingers close around you, reminding you why it is so nice to be touched by him. He does it with so much tenderness, but also with just enough strength to let you know that he was there. That you were his' and that he intends on never letting you go.

You run your hand down his torso until you can touch his waist. He shivers and pushes you until the back of your legs hit the edge of the work table. Like this, he can cage you in and keep you right there with him. Not that he needs to do anything for that. You want to be with him. This is all you crave.

You gasp for air again. Your faces are barely apart. His cock is hard. Well, not completely but still swollen enough that you can feel it poke your tummy. You grind yourself against it, feasting on the desperate whimper he lets out. You are so turned on yourself. Your desperation is soaking your panties. His kiss and loving touch does that to you.

“Fuck”, he chuckles breathily, “you’re messing with me.”

“I can feel it”, you sigh, “I’m so wet too.”

“It’s been too long.”

“Kook, just fucking take me.”

“Jump.”

You follow instantly. Jungkook catches you safely, tensing his muscles just for you. You fucking love to be in his arms and feel him tense. It gets you so fucking wet. Moaning his name, you cup his face and pull him into a kiss.

The walk back to the house gets difficult, but Jungkook wouldn’t want it any other way. These few seconds without your kiss where you talked felt like torture. He needs your faces to literally melt with each other. He missed you so goddamn much.

Jungkook manages as far as the terrace and then he has to drop you. Not because you grew too heavy for him, but because he needed you so bad that it got impossible to walk. So he sets you down gently, massaging your hips. He breaks the kiss, holding your hips to grind you against him. He makes sure to lift his leg so your pussy was grinding on his thigh. You whimper because of it, looking up at him with glassy, droopy eyes.

“Koo…”

“I need you to lie down, baby”, he rasps, “I fucking can’t wait any longer.”

“The sun bed?”

“Yeah, please. If you want.”

“I want to. You?”

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about you the whole drive home ‘course I fucking want you”, he says and pushes his thigh against your pussy, making you moan, “please. Please lie down for me.”

“You’re so hot, fuck”, you say and step back. You waste no time getting naked. You would have to fumble with your clothes later either way. It’s better to get it over with now and safe yourself the trouble.

“Fuck, sweetheart”, Jungkook moans, watching you with heavy eyes. He tongues his lip ring, driving you mad with it.

You step out of your sundress and panties and finally lie down on the sun bed. You give him a sensual writhe, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“And now?” you ask him.

Jungkook takes off his shirt and shorts. He knows that he won’t be needing them anymore. His cock is completely hard, slapping against his toned stomach and leaking the prettiest droplets of excitement.

“So pretty”, you whine, “Koo, I want you.”

Jungkook takes his heavy cock and jerks it twice, “you can”, he lulls, falling to his knees in front of you. He grabs you by your ankles and tugs you to the edge even if that makes you squeak and later giggle.

“This was so much fun”, you squeal.

He chuckles, eyes glued to your glistening pussy and hands running along your inner thighs, “you’re so cute”, he says and pushes gently, nudging your legs open so he can lower himself to your pussy.

“Oh?” you squeak, tensing up, “o-oh”, you relax in a shudder, arching your back seconds later, “holy fuck.”

Jungkook growls against you, gripping your waist to give it a needy squeeze.

“I missed you”, he moans, “holy fuck, you’re heaven”, he adds and buries his face back in your leaking cunt. He doesn’t think about cleanliness right now. He is messy and sloppy and fucking dirty in the way he eats your pussy and he wouldn’t want it any other way. He can finally have you again, taste you, feel you, experience you and make you moan so fucking sweetly. Eight long weeks without your taste. Jungkook never wants to experience such agonies again. He felt like an addict denied of his favourite drug. And now he needs to be covered in you. It is all he needs.

“Slow please”, you beg with trembling thighs, “Koo, you’re too fast oh god.”

Eight long weeks without feeling his tongue. Bear in mind, you weren’t abstinent from each other. You still touched each other, made the other cum and found yourselves lost in deep rolls of your hips. It never felt truly fulfilling of course because you weren’t able to kiss, but you weren’t completely abstinent from each other. So you shouldn’t be that sensitive right now. But you are. His tongue feels like paradise. A paradise which is currently making your legs shake like there is no tomorrow.

He is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. His tongue can’t seem to stay at one place for too long as greed for more of you always keeps it busy. His lips are sucking and kissing every inch of your pussy until she feels all puffy and sensitive. You can feel his lip ring whenever he closes his lips around you. Hard, thin metal, hot from his body and your pussy and incredibly maddening to experience. There is this little grinding sensation whenever he uses his lips on you. You can’t get enough of it, reaching down to twist his hair.

You mess it up the point where it hangs into his face and gets stuck between his lips and your pussy.

“Baby”, he breaks away, “stop tugging so much, you’re messing up my hair.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so good. Don’t stop, please”, you whine, tugging him closer. More of his hair falls into his face. Jungkook chuckles and with a gentle shake of his head, shakes off your hands.

“No, please”, you beg, trying and failing to reach for him.

He leans back. You look at him with a big pout. It gets washed away instantly as you watch him use his teeth to take off the black hair tie from his wrist. He keeps it tangling between them, staring at you with half-lidded eyes. His lips glisten in your juices, his lip ring is wet from your sex. He reaches behind his own head and combs his hair back. His tattooed, sculpted arms flex and tense as he works, making you whimper because all you need is him. All of him. You need him so bad.

Once he is happy with the style, he holds up the ponytail with one hand and uses the other to get the hair tie. His arms pulsate and flex as he secures it, his chest stretches in the position, his nipple piercings practically beg for your attention.

Jungkook finally finishes the ponytail, giving you a taunting smirk. He is aware how into the little show you were.

“Kook please”, you beg, opening your legs for him.

“I’m obsessed with you”, he growls and grabs your hips. He spits on your pussy only to smother himself with you a second later and slurp up the mess he just made. He uses his entire head for the movements, changing between sucking your pussy and grinding the flat of his tongue against it.

“Kook”, you mewl, reaching for his hands. You know that you can’t hold his hair anymore. He made sure of that when he tied it back. But you still need to hold something of him. He makes you shake so much that you need to hold him for encouragement. He allows you to intertwine your fingers with him, running his thumbs over your skin in a soothing manner. It almost feels like mockery, how gently he soothes you while his mouth makes you shake so uncontrollably. A mockery you enjoy to the fullest because you get to hold Jungkook’s hands and that’s the best thing ever!

“You have no idea how much I needed this”, he rasps, letting his voice vibrate against your clit, “I want you to cum like this, baby. It’s all I need.”

“Soon”, you keen, squeezing his hands.

“Mhhm, baby”, his deep voice makes your thighs shake, “you make me the happiest man.”

And with that he disappears in your warmth again, giving your hands a squeeze and growling into your pussy.

You fall apart on his tongue mere moments later. Everything felt way too good. It is all you needed to be fulfilled.

You sob his name as you climax while Jungkook licks your clit through the fire and squeezes your hands.

Seven times you convulse and tense. Seven times you lose control over your limbs. Seven times and then his tongue feels like too much.

“Break”, you beg him and Jungkook listens.

“Good girl”, he praises, kissing your clit as a reward. You are still pulsating. Jungkook wants more, but knows not to overstep.

Instead, he kisses his way up your recovering body, sucking on your nipples when he reaches them. His big hands cup your softness, massaging you gently. It feels so good to be touched this way.

“Kook”, you mewl softly, tangling your fingers in the hair he left outside. He has so much of it that it still easily hides your hand. The softness of it soothes you like nothing else. Jungkook contrasts it by giving your left nipple a soft bite. It stings, making you keen in pleasure.

He purrs, letting your sensitive bud slip from his teeth just so he can drag his lips up to your face. His lip ring tickles wherever it touches you, leaving you to writhe and whine.

“Look at me”, he says once he is eye to eye with you.

You follow instantly, cupping his cheeks because all you needed was to hold him.

“You did so well for me”, he praises, smiling softly, “but I’m not done with you.”

You whimper, arching your back.

“You made me hard and you gotta be my good girl and take care of it. Yeah?”

You nod your head vigorously.

“That’s my good girl, I knew you wouldn’t deny me”, he says and brushes his thumb over your cheek, “can I get comfy and then you ride my cock? Mhm baby? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Koo”, you say, trembling in anticipation.

“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy this makes me”, he says and rewards you with a kiss.

You moan deeply, hooking your arms behind his head just to make sure he can’t escape. He tastes like your orgasm. Sweet and intense. You want to lick it off of him. He tastes so good. Holy fuck, you need this kiss to never stop.

Jungkook is halfway on the sun bed this way. With one foot he is standing on the ground, while he has the other pulled up on the sun bed, resting his knee between your legs and grinding you against his skin. You’ve got him all sticky and wet like this. Jungkook gets off on the feeling like an addict.

“Koo”, you whimper and wiggle away, “Koo, it hurts. Too sensitive.”

“Hurts?” he lessens the pressure, “I’m sorry, baby. How’s that?”

“Good. Doesn’t….Kook, please fuck me.”

“So needy”, he teases and smiles cockily, “fine, let’s switch places.”

Your places are swapped within seconds. The sun bed is big enough that it can house Jungkook and you comfortably. Your knees have enough space to rest beside his hips and you could even spread them wider if you wanted to. Soft cushioning gives you enough knee support as well. The black fabric has been warmed up by the sun, but it feels comfortable on your skin.

Jungkook falls back and yelps up.

“What’s wrong?” you gasp.

“Ponytail. Uncomfy. It’s poking my literal brain”, he says and sits up. You have to be honest, all you did was stare at his toned abs as he did. They were bulging and shifting like crazy. They still do, because Jungkook opens his ponytail with both hands, using his abs to keep himself lifted.

He is the sexiest man alive.

You reach out and run your fingers over the ridges of his abs. The scorching sun and your body made his skin burn up. The faintest layer of sweat has collected in the valleys of his abs, now sticking to your fingertips and getting spread all over his silken skin.

Jungkook watches you with hungry eyes, lifting himself just a little bit more to make his abs bulge even harder. You gulp, grinding your pussy down on his thick thigh. You are so wet, Jungkook can feel it. Adorable, he thinks, you aren’t even aware of how much you stare.

You dance your fingers down his abs until you reach his happy trail. Jungkook has never been a hairy man. He has his healthy amount of leg and arm hair, can grow out his pits and always keeps his bush well taken care of. But other than that, he has never been one particularly hairy fellow. So his happy trail is faint and you like to call it pretty, but it’s there. Even if just a little bit, it’s there and you are currently dragging your nails through it and Jungkook feels himself shiver at the sensation. You add more fingers once you reach his pubes, burying them deep in them just so you can scratch along his skin. His cock throbs because of you, leaking desperately.

Your eyes finally flit up. They are burning in fiery hunger for him. Your fingers still play with his hair, scratching him just above his cock. He smirks cockily.

“I wanna bounce on your cock till you’re begging me to stop”, you rasp and grab the base of his cock.

His smirk drops as his lips part in a gasp. Jungkook writhes because of how harshly you hold him. The pressure goes straight to his balls, keeping them from leaking any more precum for you.

“Fuck. Sweetheart”, he moans and throws the hair tie to the side. He finally drops down, gripping your thighs to the point where his fingertips dimple your flesh. His hair spreads on the cushion messily. Strands of it fall into his face.

You lift yourself and position your pussy over his cock. You give your clit a soft spank with it, sending a jolt through Jungkook’s legs.

“Ready?”

“Uh...yeah? What a ques-”

You sink down on him in one go.

Jungkook throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut.

“-fuck!”

“Mhhm Kookie baby….you’re filling me up so well”, you moan and begin bouncing on him. You don’t need to get used to him. He fits you like no other. All you need is to fuck yourself senseless on him and steal his sanity while you’re at it.

Jungkook moans loudly, his hands slip to your waist to hold it. He doesn’t guide you. He doesn’t need to because you know what you are fucking doing, but also because he has no strength in him to tell you what you should do. Once he’s on his back and got you on his cock, he is your fucking slave. If you want it fast and rough? Jungkook is happy to get wet and sensitive in your perfect cunt. If you want it slow and deep? Jungkook is more than happy to grow as big as he can and whimper your name. You want his orgasm quick? Jungkook just hopes that he can breathe between all the moaning he has to do. You want to drag it out? Fuck, he’s going to suffer but he’s not going to complain for even a second. He’s your little sexdoll and you can get yourself off as you desire.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, he chants, feeling his brain pound behind his skull.

“You’re so big Kookie baby, I can’t get enough of you”, you moan, leaning your weight on his tummy. You know that he can take it. His abs are rock hard under your palms, convulsing each time your cunt meets the base of his cock and your ass slams down on his thighs. “it’s like you’re made for me. My pussy can’t get enough of being drilled by you, baby.”

“Don’t please”, he begs, “either fuck me or talk, don’t do both”, he whines.

“Why?” you chuckle.

“Cause together is too hot”, he mewls, rolling his head to the side and squeezing your waist, “I’m getting fucked so good”, he keens with his voice pitched in utter pleasure.

“You’re adorable”, you say, sliding your hands up his torso until you can rest them next to his head. Like this your tits bounce all into his face, “open your eyes, Kook.”

Jungkook obeys and sobs your name, reaching for your tits instantly just to press them together and bury his face in them. He sucks and licks and kisses, using way too much spit for it which makes it all the more addicting. You know that once he is done, your skin will be covered in sensitive spots where he sucked for too long and your nipples will be throbbing. Just how you like it. You arch your back to smother him even further and stick out your ass. His cock curves in this position, grinding over your favourite spots inside with each movement.

“That’s it, suck my tits. You’re such a hungry little baby”, you taunt him as you wiggle your hips on him in a skilled rhythm. The kind which makes his toes curl and forces him to make the neediest little sounds into your tits, “so good baby, you’ve got the best fucking cock.”

He is stuck on your right nipple. You know that he has no control over it. You are scrambling his brain. He can’t think. Nor move. Sucking on your nipple is an instinctive, dumb reaction to getting his cock bounced on. This isn’t something he does willingly, it’s the only way he can take what you give him. And it’s starting to hurt. Jungkook sucks with such vigour that it’s getting uncomfortable.

You tug him away with a harsh grip on his hair. His spit drips all over his lower face, his eyes open. There are tears sitting on his pretty, dark lashes. His cheeks are flushed pink, his gaze just that little bit droopy.

“I have another nipple too, you know?” you say, “use your brain to think.”

His cock throbs inside you and leaks angrily. He squeezes your waist, curling his toes.

“You’re so mean”, he presses out and arches his back.

“I am? Oh baby, I’m sorry”, you coo, “you know that I don’t mean it.”

Jungkook whimpers and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue. You know that he is asking for your nipple. But you are in a teasing mood.

You lean down and lick his tongue before you wrap your lips around it to suck on it to the point where he moans into your mouth and scratches up your back. The sensation leaves a slight burn behind and forces you to growl into him like a needy animal.

Jungkook swears that he is going to pass out. You are messing with him way too much. He expected anything but this. Maybe he should have expected it. He is married to the nastiest, most amazing sex goddess after all.

You release his tongue with a purr, claiming his lips next. The kiss is deep and messy. Tongues dance with each other in an unidentifiable rhythm, teeth manage to clash together every so often which results in you giggling and moaning into the other and your lips can’t seem to get enough of feeling the other’s. His cock feels a million times better now that you are kissing him. You don’t feel the need to give him ruthless bounces anymore. Just deep grinding. The kind which shifts his cock inside you and always keeps it pressed to your favourite spot. Your clit grinds against his tummy this way as well. The pressure and his warmth are enough to send a constant stream of electricity through your veins.

Air is sparse in your lungs. You gotta breathe. You break the kiss. Both of you pant for air. Just ten seconds of distance. He uses the time to hold onto your shoulders, you use the time to twist his hair. His lips call you back. You kiss him, concentrating your attention on his lip ring area. Your tongue traces the metal ring, your lips kiss and suck it and you even dare to tug on it with your teeth as carefully as possible.

“Holy fuck”, his talking forces the piercing to slip from your lips.

“What’s wrong? Hurts?” you ask.

“That feels incredible”, he says.

“Mhm. Yeah?” you flick your tongue over it, “not gonna lie, kinda obsessed with it.”

“Just kiss me, mommy”, he whines and hooks his fingers behind your head.

“Did you just call me-”

“Shut up”, he interrupts you and pulls you down into the kiss. He keeps you close with his nails scratching over your scalp and his puffy lips chasing your kiss. He props his feet up on the sun bed and thrusts up into you.

You squeak, falling to your elbows this way. Your tits squish against his chest, rubbing against his nipple piercings and making him whimper. Your sweaty skins melt together. He took over, now slamming his cock into you in a deep and hasty rhythm. You convulse on top of him and break the kiss just to hide away in the crook of his neck and wail his name.

He hugs you against his chest, burying his nose in your hair.

“I love you”, he growls, “holy fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you squeak, “Kook, Kookie, Jungkookie oh god baby.”

“I fucking love this pussy”, he grips your ass and uses the leverage to move your hips on his cock, “shit, you feel so good.”

“Oh god”, you sob, “Kook, this making me cum.”

“Yeah? Good”, he spits and moans squeakily. Despite his rough fucking and harsh grip, he moans cutely. His voice is all pitched and breathy, barely wanting to come out from how messed up you got him. The contrast is making your head pound.

“Holy fuck, I’m close”, you get out, “fuck, your cock’s so good. Fuck baby, fuck.”

“Same, fucking same”, he growls, “don’t hold back, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Deeper.”

Jungkook tenses his thighs and fucks his cock as deep as he can go.

“Yes!” you wail, starting to convulse on top of him as your body prepares for the messiest high, “yes! Yes! Yes!”

“That’s it baby, take my cock. Take my fucking cock, you’re doing so good. Oh fuck, I’m gonna nut so hard”, he is rambling. He always does that when he gets too lost in you and his mind is running on nothing but you, “gonna fucking cream your sweet little pussy, god I want you so bad. Fuck baby, you drive me insane.”

“Koo, I’m cumming”, you mewl and break apart, clutching him for dear life as your veins fill with fiery ecstasy.

“Yes baby, fuck holy fuck”, Jungkook’s voice changes in pitch, he barely gets the words out, “oh fuck, you’re squeezing my cock like crazy. God, I love you. My princess, keep cumming, that’s it.”

You have to be honest, you barely take in what he says. You know that he is talking and it’s making you so wet that he barely manages to stay inside, but his words don’t really stay in your brain. You are so far gone in the blissful embrace of your orgasm. He makes you feel just way too good.

“Oh god, baby I can’t hold back anymore”, he mewls and squeezes you tightly, “___!”

His hips drop and still, his cock throbs inside you and the loudest squeaks leave him. You can feel how his hot cum shoots up your pussy and how it’s leaking out of you because you’re milking him like crazy.

Still delirious from your own orgasm, you grind on him messily and without any sort of rhythm. You just want to make him feel good and be with him for as long as possible.

Your bodies naturally slow down. You know each other so well that it is your bodies’ instinct to stop once it turns from pleasurable to uncomfortable. Messy grinds turn into barely there rocks of your hips, these turn into the occasional clench of your walls until even that stops and you are resting atop his chest while both of you are panting for air.

You don’t need to talk – hell, neither of you could – as recovering with each other is already enough to comfort you.

Once those seconds turned into minutes and Jungkook’s softened cock naturally slipped out of you, you are the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

“So that just happened.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his palm up and down your back, “fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck”, you agree, “that was amazing.”

“It was fucking incredible”, he says and laughs again.

You join him because it feels good to laugh with him. Especially after sex.

“So uhm”, you say, nudging his neck with your nose, “wanna talk about the M-bomb you just dropped?”

“Shut up”, he whines, “I had your tits in my face and you were so sexy, it slipped outta me.”

“No don’t apologise, it was hot as fuck. You just never said that before”, you say and giggle, “you’re cute, baby.”

“Mhhm, it’s ‘cause you messin’ wit’ me”, he lulls and hugs you tightly, “always makin’ me feel so good.”

“Yeah same. You make me feel so good too”, you say and lift your head just so you can finally look at his face. He looks as ruined as you feel. It’s the sexiest look on him, “I’m already obsessed with the lip ring.”

“Yeah same”, Jungkook says, licking over it, “now I gotta think of techniques to use it on you when I eat you out.”

“Mhhm that sounds like fun”, you say, tracing it with your finger, “I can’t wait to explore it with you.”

He smiles, scrunching his nose up. He is so happy when he’s with you. You feel the same. He’s the best thing in your life.

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Best Friends, Is That All? - Stiles Stilinski

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•Pairing - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

•Summary/Prompt - Just a regular ride in Stilesʼ jeep…Or it would be, if the love-struck fool could stop asking you how you feel about him. Guess someone's got a different kind of ride in mind...

•Warnings/Content - Pretty much all bases covered, they definitely fuck, tons of begging and mentions of markings and scratching, they use a condom bc SAFETY, oral oral lots of oral, TONS of petnames sorry its cheesy ik but I canʼt help it, lots of praise too bc thatʼs tasty, oh yeah and boys whimpering bc thatʼs just hot asf, they're in love so it's a little fluffier but still VERY spicy

•Word Count - 4.5k

•Authorʼs Note(s) - As always, just want to write about the spicy ideas I get from having spicy dreams, I feel like this oneʼs a little better than the last one but who knows? >_< /// (YA'LL I EXPECTED LIKE 4 LIKES ON MY SPENCER BLURB AND I GOT OVER 200 TY????? WTF???? )

•Additional Tags - they fuck in the jeep!, stiles is a whore for begging, theyʼre obsessed with eachother ffs, Switch!Stiles but mostly Sub!Stiles, he talks her through it UGH YES, CONSENT IS KEY, heʼs okay with whatever even if that means he doesnʼt get laid, Stiles is one cocky SOB with BDE and just a big dick oops, theyʼre for sure gonna fuck again before the night is over hehehe

“Do you get nervous?ˮ

The question takes me by surprise - Up until now, it had been a normal, routine drive with Stiles, albeit more fidgety than usual from his side. But once the question has left his lips, heʼs even more so, if thatʼs possible.

“Do I…yeah, definitely. Of course I do.ˮ I quirk my eyebrow at him; Heʼs avoiding my eyeline, focused far too much on the road ahead.

Something else, another question maybe, passes his lips, but itʼs far too quiet for me to catch. The poor thing is redder than a tomato, tapping his hands on the wheel as he starts to drive just a little faster unknowingly.

“Huh?ˮ

“A-About…M-mmmmm.ˮ Stiles stutters, dragging out his thought. The jeep seems to follow its driver, stuttering a bit on the road as he pushes the pedal down further.

“Sti, are you okay?ˮ

“Nervous.ˮ He repeats the word like heʼs reading it from a dictionary, not like heʼs using it as a self description. Weʼre getting further into the back roads now, and if I didnʼt know any better, Iʼd think he was bringing me out here to kill me or something.

“Pull over a sec, yeah?ˮ

He nods, bringing the jeep to a crawl along a forest road that could more accurately be called a trail, if anything. The silence is filled only by the bumping of the tires on the gravel, until we reach a stopping point, surrounded by nothing but trees for miles.

“Whatʼs eating at you, Stilinski?ˮ I turn in my seat, eyeing him in the mid-day light. Filtered through the jeepʼs dusty windows, he looks like a modern god, and my heart can hardly take it. Iʼve loved this poor boy a long time, but Iʼve never been brave enough to say it. And now, weʼre all alone in the woods for who knows what reason, and Iʼm more nervous than ever.

“Dʼyou ever get nervous…about me?ˮ He manages, his eyes squeezing shut and his fists clenching tight. He lets out a huge breath, then continues in a ramble, “God, I canʼt believe I even just asked that. Holy shit. I mean, you make me so nervous. Dʼyou know that? Youʼre my best friend, and you make me so nervous I feel like I canʼt even breathe, I want you to just reach over and break the distance between us and give in and just take me. God-ˮ

“Sti.ˮ It comes out half-choked. The lump in my throat swells - oh, my god, he likes me too? - as I scoot ever closer to him.

“Oh, of course not,ˮ He sighs, eyes still closed. He doesnʼt see me shift again, within touching distance, he just keeps on with his nervous blabber. “I mean, someone as beautiful as you with a guy like me? Come on, Stiles, get real.ˮ

“Stiles. Look at me, damn it.ˮ Hands shaking, Iʼm reaching over to touch him when he listens to me, turning and looking all in one motion.

“Oh, hi there.ˮ He blurts, flushing crimson.

“Yes, I get nervous about you, too.ˮ I can hardly believe Iʼm uttering the words. But my fear is trumped by the desperate need for him, right here and right now. I canʼt believe of all times and places, this is where itʼs gonna happen, but I donʼt quite care at the same point, either.

“You do?ˮ

“Stiles, I can barely contain myself around you. These past few months especially, I just-ˮ My reaching hands are still hanging near him, and he notices, finally, taking them in his own. I let out a shaking breath, closing my own eyes in desperate need to escape his searching gaze that sends my pulse skyrocketing. “You-Youʼre everything, do you know that? Iʼve wanted to tell you for so long, but I didnʼt think youʼd even look at me like that, I just thought-ˮ

“Best friends, nothing more?ˮ He chuckles softly, and I can sense the way his lips curl, not even needing to see it to know it. “Yeah, sounds familiar. Hey, look at me. I like you, you idiot.ˮ

My eyes open at the last few words, and seeing it straight from his mouth makes me lose myself for a moment. All I can do is blankly stare, my stomach doing flips. He likes me, he likes me, he likes me!

“Can you say something?ˮ He groans, eyes flicking between my own and down to my mouth. “Like, maybe confirm to me that you like me back? I mean, you kinda said as much, but I just really wanna hear you say it. Can you say it? Is that okay? Youʼre killing me, here-ˮ

“I like you too. Of course I do, who wouldnʼt?ˮ

“You do. For sure? Not just tryna pity me, are you?ˮ He quips, but itʼs clearly halfhearted.

“I really like you, dumbass.ˮ I move closer, dying for something to happen. Anything.

“Are you gonna kiss me now? Or am I gonna kiss you? Somebodyʼs gotta kiss somebody here, or Iʼm gonna lose it. Please, Iʼm begging you.ˮ

“Oh, youʼre begging me now?ˮ I smirk.

“Absolutely I am. If we were outside Iʼd be on my knees for you. Please, just fucking-ˮ He lets go of my hands, reaching for my waist as I grab at his collar.

We meld like itʼs second nature, lips forming together with a satisfied groan from Stiles that makes my legs weak. Somehow, I climb onto him in this cramped little jeep, bumping the steering wheel with my ass. He laughs, almost immediately going back to kissing me, a bit harder now. Itʼs clear in the way I grind my hips down to him with what I feel rising back to meet me that this is gonna take up a lot of our time together today.

I wonder for a moment if anyone will assume what weʼve gotten up to. Of course, Allison knows how I feel about Stiles, Iʼve told her a million times. I wonder if heʼs told Scott. Iʼm sure he has.

“Youʼre thinking too much,ˮ He growls, biting my lip. I moan back. “Thatʼs a lot coming from me,ˮ Another kiss, coming down my jaw now as I catch my breath. “I know. But…what can I do to get your mind back to me, hmm?ˮ

“That. Keep doing that.ˮ My hands tangle in the back of his hair, the tousled sort-of-waves that have grown out as of late being tugged as he nips at my neck.

“You want me to keep begging for you too?ˮ He teases, his lips coming up to my ear. “Cause I can do that all day, baby.ˮ

I nod, unable to grasp words with his breath against me.

“You gonna let me take you here, right now? Itʼs killing me to feel you on me like this and not have you. Please, let me have you, I canʼt stand it.ˮ

“T-tell me what you want me to do.ˮ I grasp harder at his hair, and he lets out a whimper. Oh, my god, that.

“I want you to fuckinʼ destroy me, and Iʼll beg until you do. God, Iʼm shameless, I donʼt even care if weʼre out here all alone or not, just please for the love of fuck, ride me like nothing else matters.ˮ

I pull his lips back to mine, silencing him for a time as we continue to make our own rhythm, learning one another with moans and laughs and tension unparalleled. Itʼs great, too great-I smack my head against the jeepʼs roof, letting out a yelp.

“Oh, shit-ˮ Stiles pulls me down against him, biting his lip when I land.

“Iʼm okay. Ow.ˮ

“How about we move this to the back?ˮ He pops the door open, letting me out first. Despite his words, heʼs back on my neck the moment weʼre outside, making it hard for me to push the seat down to get into the back.

“Stiles…ˮ I sigh, fumbling with the latch.

“Sorry, just want you-god, just want you so bad.ˮ He pulls back, reaching forward and sending the seat down with a practiced grasp.

I clamber inside, watching him hyperfocus on giving us as much room as possible. Front seats pushed down and forward, clutter thrown into the front, then heʼs back on me, kissing me and tugging at my shorts.

“Can I…?ˮ He motions, and I nod, letting him pull them down. His lips come back to mine, his fingers playing at the edge of my panties.

“Please-ˮ

“Youʼre begging now?ˮ He chuckles, his voice lower and throatier. Gods, Iʼm wet as fuck just from that.

“Shamelessly.ˮ I echo his earlier words, earning another small laugh.

“You want me, baby? How bad?ˮ He teases, hand grasping at my hip.

“Real-Really bad. Want you so bad, want you to-ˮ I canʼt even finish the thought, as he presses against my clit with his thumb. I moan, bucking up against him.

“Sorry, Iʼm impatient, you know that.ˮ He amends, kissing down my jaw and pulling back. He sits me up against the door, pulling my legs up and pressing a deep kiss against my opening. “Youʼre soaking, I can tell even through these little things.ˮ

I shudder, eyeing him in between my legs. Itʼs a sight to behold, and he isnʼt even getting started yet.

“Howʼs about we take em off, huh? Donʼt need these where weʼre going.ˮ He discards the fabric, and when his eyes meet the heat pooling below my belly, his jaw goes slack. I could almost swear he was drooling.

For a moment, Iʼm self conscious, folding in on my body under his gaze. But he holds my thighs back down, shaking his head.

“Uh-uh. No shame, right, princess?ˮ He hovers over me, eyes flicking back and forth between his focus and my face. “Now, you just let me know what feels good and what doesnʼt, okay? Wanna make sure you enjoy yourself.ˮ

“Stiles, Iʼm dying here, please just touch me already.ˮ

He smirks, another shake of the head, this one with a cocky air to it.

“If you insist, sweetheart.ˮ He brings his lips down to meet my opening, licking a stripe up that sends my hands grasping at the jeepʼs seat.

“Sti-ˮ

He hums against me, his grip on my thighs tightening. A few more precise licks, and heʼs delving into my core, filling the jeep with my desperate cries. Fuck, heʼs good, and Iʼm already closer by the minute.

“Taste so good, baby…ˮ He murmurs, getting lost in the task as my hands tug at his hair. When he shifts up to suck at my clit, the noise it brings from me is almost inhuman. “Feel good?ˮ

“Yes- oh my god, yes-ˮ

“Want more? How does this feel, hmm?ˮ He presses a finger to my opening, and I push against him, wordlessly begging. He chuckles, pushing it in fluidly. One, a few motions, and clearly Iʼm still desperate so he adds in another. “Talk to me, baby. Use your words.ˮ

“You want me to talk right now?ˮ I moan, my mind spinning in the pleasure-filled void heʼs trapped me in.

“I know, itʼs just too good, huh? You donʼt have to talk, your noises are more than enough.ˮ He curls his fingers, pulling against a sweet spot that has me crying out.

“Stiles!ˮ

Back down to me with his lips now, too, I can feel the smirk that starts up hearing me say his name like that. He knows exactly where he has me, and heʼs gonna relish in it. Not only are his fingers working magic now, but along with his tongue? Iʼm gonna break, and he knows it.

“Iʼm-Oh, donʼt stop-ˮ

A hummed approval is all I get from the usually chatty lips of Stiles Stilinski, his beard that heʼs let grow in recently brushing over me while he brings me to the edge. Iʼm practically drowning in the pleasure, and heʼs the air I need. One more fluid motion, just the right one, and Iʼm spilling curses from my mouth and wetness from my heat. He laps it up heartily, a satisfied groan from the recess of his throat vibrating against me.

“You…I just…wow.ˮ He pauses for a moment to look over me with a smile beginning to tug at the corner of his lips. I flush, back to being nervous under his eye.

“Stunned you into silence, eh, Stilinski?ˮ

“Oh, Iʼm far from done. Just figured Iʼd give you a break.ˮ He quips with a smirk.

“I donʼt need one.ˮ I blurt, the words faster than my brain.

“No?ˮ He laughs. “Okay, then. Well, if thatʼs the case, Iʼm begging you to get back to being all over me.ˮ

“In what way?ˮ I smirk, looking at his coated fingers.

He snorts, rolling his eyes.

“Funny.ˮ Keeping up eye contact, he licks his fingers clean. He seems to enjoy the groan it elicits from me. “Like that, huh? Iʼm looking forward to finding out what else you like.ˮ

I sit up, pressing to him once again. He tastes like me, and chuckles against my kiss. The clink of undoing his belt buckle becomes the sounds of rustling fabrics, my shirt tossed, his gone. His chest to mine, warm and inviting, and his pants kicked to the side. I fumble with my bra, my cheeks red.

“I…ˮ

“Yʼknow we can stop anytime, yeah?ˮ He amends, sensing my hesitation. “Like, of course Iʼm okay with whatever, I want you in all the ways. But only if youʼre comfortable. Consentʼs important.ˮ

“Oh, I want you. I want all of you, of course I do.ˮ I sigh. “Just…real nervous about how I look.ˮ

“You?ˮ Heʼs incredulous, pulling back and sweeping my body with his gaze. “Holy shit, no way. Nuh uh. You, youʼre…God, youʼre gorgeous, are you kidding me? Every part of you fits just right with the other, promise. You donʼt have to do anything you donʼt wanna do, but you gotta know that. You gotta know Iʼm gonna love how you look. I donʼt even need to have seen it yet to know. You just…are.ˮ

Iʼve been rendered speechless, and all I can do is take it off while he rambles.

“Not to say that you gotta just cause Iʼm saying all this. You get that, right? Iʼm not saying it just to get you to-ˮ He stops cold when Iʼve tossed the bra, my hands still hiding the majority of my chest. With a gentle grasp, he reaches to uncover me. “Can I…?ˮ

“Yeah, Iʼm just nervous.ˮ

“Thatʼs okay. Me, too. Youʼre beautiful though.ˮ He lifts my cover away softly, eyeing me with precision and adoration. He pokes at the moles and freckles that adorn my upper body, smiling as his eyes meet mine again. “See? Perfect. Nothing to worry about.ˮ

“Stiles, I adore you.ˮ I blurt, tears starting to form.

“Oh, sweetie.ˮ He pulls me closer, kissing my nose. “We can stop if youʼre really too nervous. I donʼt mind. Iʼll just jack off later or something, no big.ˮ

I snort at his words. “As much as Iʼd love to watch that. No, Iʼm okay. Just needed a moment, I guess. Trust me, Iʼm still dying for you.ˮ

His face goes red. “Youʼd- huh? Wow, thatʼs an image. Maybe another time, yeah? No shortage of things to think about for that, especially now Iʼve seen you and itʼs not just my imagination spurring me on.ˮ

“Youʼll have more to go on soon, too.ˮ I pull him back down onto me, kissing him.

“Fuck, youʼre hot.ˮ He moans. “Youʼre killing me.ˮ

“Destroying you,ˮ I correct him. “Thatʼs what you wanted, isnʼt it?ˮ

“Still want it,ˮ He grasps at me, nothing but his boxers to hide that want now. “Very much still want it.ˮ

More kissing ensues, and weʼre groping at eachother like weʼre high-schoolers again. Somehow, at some point, heʼs as bare as I am now and the way weʼre pressed to one another is the most tempting thing Iʼve ever experienced in my entire life.

“Hey, so, uh- not to seem like a copycat or anything, but…ˮ He breathes against my lips, his voice catching. “Yʼknow, nervous about how I look, now that Iʼm thinking about it. Not really very manly of me, I know, whatever.ˮ

“Fuck manliness,ˮ I amend, letting him pull back. “Youʼre perfect, you…oh, how could you not be?ˮ

What a sight he is to behold, in all his naked glory. Goosebumps pepper my skin as I look him over, from the moles that adorn him across his body the same way they do across his face, to the burning red that sits underneath his pale skin…to of course what heʼs referencing concern over the most. And thereʼs certainly none needed, in my opinion. No concerns, except how Iʼm gonna need to stretch out around that. Oh, my.

“Stiles…ˮ My voice, my gaze, softens. His shoulders drop. “Youʼre stunning.ˮ

“Not just saying that, are you?ˮ He brushes non-existent dirt from his shoulder. “My ego will be sorely bruised.ˮ

“Should I tell you or should I show you?ˮ I lick my lips, gaze going between his legs and back to his face. The noise he makes would be comical in any other circumstance.

“Fuck, definitely show me.ˮ

Now, itʼs his turn to lie back. And Iʼm control. I must have absolutely stunned him, because heʼs got nothing to say, just watching me as I lower over him. Once I begin to kiss at and lick stripes over him, though, heʼs got plenty to say - I donʼt recognize half the curses he lets fly, they must be Polish or something. But fly they do, and his hand is at my hair when I start to take him in my mouth, grasp tight.

“Oh, my god-ˮ

I keep it up until he stops me a few moments later, a funny little quirk to his brows.

“God, I donʼt ever wanna stop this, but if you keep going like that Iʼm gonna fuckinʼ bust, and I gotta know what you feel like riding me first, please?ˮ He reaches blindly around, cursing. “Fuckinʼ - just need my wallet, whereʼd my jeans go?ˮ

I laugh, pulling back to help his search. When he comes up with the item in question, I understand- protection, no shit.

“Yeah, okay, now Iʼm ready.ˮ He nods after heʼs prepared himself, sitting up against the seat. He helps position me over him, eyes locked. “Oh, my god, is this actually real? I feel like Iʼm in some kinda magical dream.ˮ

“Very real. I remember what I had for breakfast and everything.ˮ I quip, trying to ease the nerves. They wonʼt go, though, and the knot in my stomach is ever-tighter as he brushes against my opening. “Fuck, I want you inside me, now.ˮ

“Kinda up to you, there.ˮ He holds me tight around the waist, eyes pleading. “Iʼm ready when you are, though, rock my fuckinʼ world sweetheart.ˮ

The need is too great to put it off any longer; I let myself push down to meet him, the entering gasps we let out mingling in the short bit of air between us. His head falls back, his hands only guides as I bring myself further down, slowly, slowly, slowly. I take a moment around the first few inches to breathe; as ridiculous as it sounds, Iʼve never had someone quite as…gifted as him.

“Fuuuuuck, youʼre tight.ˮ He groans. “So thatʼs how you feel. No imagination or anything my hands can do compares to that.ˮ

“Iʼm only getting started,ˮ I reply. “Genuinely, in all honesty, not a joke or anything. Youʼre…a lot to take.ˮ

“Having fun strokinʼ my ego?ˮ He chuckles.

“Tilʼ you give me something else to stroke.ˮ

“Fuck, thatʼs a promise.ˮ He ruts up against me, bringing a cry from my lips. “Shit, sorry, reflex. You feel so good, I just want more of you. Did I hurt you?ˮ

“No, it felt too good.ˮ I admit. “Just taking it slow cause Iʼm not really used to anything this…ˮ

“Big?ˮ Heʼs got the widest smirk on his face now.

“Howʼs that for your precious ego?ˮ I flirt, pushing down another bit with a sharp breath. The stretching pain is worth it for the look on his face.

“My ego is just fine. Big, just like my- Oh, my god-ˮ He stutters out, his bravado going out the window when I start to rock my hips back and forth. And was that a whimper? “Oh, please donʼt stop, keep going. Oh, god-ˮ

“Long as you keep begging.ˮ

The more I move, the easier it gets to take him, until Iʼm fairly close to bottoming out. Heʼs holding me closer than ever, kissing me whenever he gets the chance to, and the noises and whimpers havenʼt stopped. It spurs me, the collision of our bodies growing ever-faster as he cries my name and begs me not to stop. I wonʼt, I canʼt, itʼs all too good and Iʼm chasing a high that I find myself soon riding out onto him. Now, Iʼll be the one saying his name, his real name.

“God, that sounds so good coming from you,ˮ He moans, “Iʼve never heard it sound so good.ˮ

“Hereʼs to many more.ˮ I stutter out between the motions weʼre making and the sounds accompanying. Heʼs less in control now, thrusting up to meet me and pushing me down to him. Heʼs made plenty of marks on me, from the hickeys littering my skin to the surefire bruising my hips will have from his grasp. I can only hope to either hide whatʼs visible or risk the teasing the pack will no doubt give us later.

“Please, take me all the way, Iʼll help you through it.ˮ He begs, kissing me again once Iʼve come down far enough. “Youʼve got this, baby, please?ˮ

No words, just a resolute nod, and his response is a repeated thanks. I push further, to the very end of him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Good, baby- fuck , youʼre doing good, pretty girl. So good, so good for me. There you go.ˮ He kisses my burning skin, the devouring fire weʼve made together consuming us both as I shift around under his grasp. He doesnʼt force, only guides, and makes a rhythm for me to follow with sputtered curses abounding. “God, you feel so good. Does it feel good for you? Hurt?ˮ

“Only enough to make me want it more,ˮ I moan, letting my head drop to his shoulder. “F-fuck me.ˮ

“Is that a statement or a request?ˮ He doesnʼt wait for an answer as I slow, taking the lead and snapping up into me. Once, twice, I lose count. He seems to get lost, too, senseless mumbles and moans filling the jeep as my hand streaks the fogged window. Heʼs entirely filled me up, and I want for nothing more than to go until I canʼt anymore.

He guards my head when I raise back up, making sure I wonʼt hit the roof again, and when it starts to rain in the secluded forest weʼve hidden ourselves in, itʼs not the only thing sending waves crashing down around us. Another thing I lose count of - heʼs far too good at this, and I tell him so.

“Been thinkinʼ about this for a while, so that counts as practice, yeah?ˮ The sweat sticks a bit of his hair to his forehead, and he looks about ready to tire out.

“You losing steam on me?ˮ I tease, brushing his hair back.

“Hell, no!ˮ He groans when I move my hips, sat bottomed out but doing nothing else. “Iʼm pretty close, thatʼs all. But when Iʼm done with you here Iʼm not done with you for the night, if youʼre willing.ˮ

“Well, if youʼre close…ˮ My lips curl deviously, and I bring myself back to the pace and movement that had had him howling earlier. Heʼs back to it in an instant, but his whines are more pronounced, drug out.

“Fuck, please, please donʼt stop-ˮ

“Gonna cum for me?ˮ

“Y-yes, yes-ˮ

“Good.ˮ Itʼs like a growl from me, and his cries only grow from it, until Iʼm sure at least anyone with supernatural hearing can catch onto us if theyʼre anywhere near.

“Oh- Oh, my god, Iʼm gonna-ˮ Stiles holds me tight, the most animalistic noise of it all loosing from his lips as he loads the condom full inside me. Weʼre hot, sweaty, and as close together as we possibly can be, but he still pulls me closer, taking a deep, heavy breath.

“So…how was I?ˮ

His laugh is quick, choked.

“Are you serious? Fuck, that was amazing. Iʼd just as soon do it again, but Iʼm…a little depleted at the moment.ˮ He eyes where we meet with an eyebrow wiggle. “Hey, we just had sex.ˮ

“That we did.ˮ I laugh.

“You and me, best friends. Just had sex. Well, we might wanna rethink that whole just best friends idea, huh?ˮ He kisses my cheek, letting out a content sigh. “No rush on that, Iʼm just talking. You know how I get. Just…excited that this happened. That it is happening. And…Iʼd be okay with calling you something more than my best friend. If youʼre into that.ˮ

“Very much into that.ˮ

“So…girlfriend?ˮ

“Shit, I was gonna say fiancee or wife. Or soulmate.ˮ

His eyes bug for a moment, then he starts to laugh.

“Youʼre fuckinʼ with me. Youʼre hilarious. Alright, girlfriend-future-fiancee-wife-soulmate-whatever-you-want, howʼs that sound?ˮ

“A little long, if Iʼm being honest.ˮ

“Long didnʼt seem to bother you just a moment ago.ˮ

“Mieczyslaw!ˮ

“Still sounds beautiful cominʼ from you. Like…ˮ He catches my glare, and smirks. “Nevermind. Letʼs get this cleaned up and head back, huh? Thereʼs a pizza about to be made with our names on it.ˮ

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mageofseven · 10 months

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MC: *slaps the boys' ass* Damn, boi. Your ass is fine!

Bros+undateables reaction?

This is an old ask that I thought looked fun so I decided to do it.

So here ya go I guess lol

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Lucifer:

Blushes

Immediately scolds you

You two better be in a relationship or your ass is grounded.

If you are dating, this man may have enjoyed the action, but the words totally killed it.

You'll have a hell of a time getting him to admit that first part.

Do it in front of Diavolo though and he just may never forgive you.

Mammon:

Both sets of cheeks of are red

"W-What the hell??"

He will say that first regardless of if you are dating or not.

If you are dating, he will try to gain his composure and say something flirty instead, but it's too late, he's already made his best impression of a tomato.

Leviathan:

Honestly, his impression of a tomato is even better.

This man looks ready to pass out when you do this to him

And honestly, he just might.

Please, please catch him 😅

Satan:

Honestly, he is stunned at first in whatever position you smacked his but in.

Cheeks red as things lead the crossroads.

Are you his Kitten?

No-> something breaks and your ass runs for the hills

Yes->he picks you up, lightly remarks how he wishes you used a better vocabulary, and carries you to bed for some 'playtime'

Asmodeus:

Giggles and gives it a little shake for you

Says it's one of his many fine qualities.

Asks if you have any more ideas for his 'fine' ass or if you are just going to leave it neglected.

Is mostly teasing you, but in truth is down for anything.

Beelzebub:

"Um...thank you?"

Dating or not, this man is confused

And doesn't really know how to handle the situation.

I mean, no one has actually been brave enough to smack his ass before so he doesn't know what to say or do about it.

If you are dating him, please explain it to him.

If you aren't dating him, how dare you hit the cinnamon roll 😠

Belphegor:

Well that woke sleepy boy up real quick.

His cheeks are red and he's annoyed

And he'd rather drop dead than admit that he enjoyed it, regardless of whether you are dating or not.

If you two are dating, try that the next time you two are 'intimate' in bed and I swear the brat will love it.

Diavolo:

You, a human, had the gall to smack the prince of demons, one of the strongest beings in all of the realms, and descendant of the devil himself

On the ass?

That is so hot 😳

If it was around others, be prepared to be scolded by those in attendance.

If you are dating, also be prepared for Dia to ask for your presence in his bedroom

And if you aren't, be prepared for this man to ask you to date him...and maybe meet him in his room if you're comfortable with it...👀

Barbatos:

You can feel it within your bones--no, your very soul

You have made a grave error.

How grave?

Are you both dating?

No->prepare to never sleep again for your dreams, nay, your nightmares are no longer safe.

Yes->Aight keep moving

Was it in front of others?

No->he grumpy but he loves you so it's all cool

Yes->oh devil...well move your ass along

Do you both have a dom/sub relationship in the bedroom and are into bdsm (and are basically okay with punishment in the bedroom)?

Yes->your ass (and every other part of you) is in a lot of trouble the next to you're in the bedroom with him

No->this bitch stops talking to you for so long you start wondering if you're still dating.

Solomon:

Raises an eyebrow at you

In truth, isn't the biggest fan of this treatment, regardless of whether you are dating or not.

Either way, will smile his usual smile and ask that you to refrain from doing that ever again

Though his smile might be even scarier if you are not dating 😅

Simeon:

I'll be honest, if you did this in front of Luke, I will through hands with you.

Even still, this feels like a serious crime.

I mean, Simeon is an angel.

He is a being from the Celestial realm who is allowed no sexually desires or experiences

And you shatter his world by letting him know his ass is fine as all hell.

How does a Celestial being react to such a...'passionate' compliment?

He is not quite sure, if he is honest

And you have him at a lost of words, regardless of whether you two are secretly dating.

This is a new experience after all.

Either way, apologize for making this poor man uncomfortable and give him a proper compliment

...and quadruple check Luke was nowhere around in the slightest when this happened.

Mephistopheles:

Oh dear devil, you broke him.

His face is red, his mouth is moving

But not a single sound is coming out.

You have some things to consider here.

Are you dating?

No->he will hit you with his cane and call you every demon slur for humans that he knows.

Yes->alright, so you're his idiot then. He's used to your bs.

More importantly than that question, did you smack his ass enough to make him stumble?

No->I will personally let you live then.

Yes->that is mean and I am upset. Next question.

Was anyone else around at the time?

Yes->Mephisto will refuse to talk to you for a while.

No->alright, we will both forgive you this once, human.

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gummydummy19 · 6 months

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Movie night

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x male reader

Summary: The boys catch their girl getting an early start on movie night and it makes the night take an interesting turn.

Content Warnings: Threesome, smut, dom/sub dynamics, watching porn, squirting, P/V sex, mentions of anal

A/N: I'm genuinely ashamed at how long this took me to write... thank you @hauntedkittenfun for the request and the incredible patience lol

Word Count: 2800+

You were out with Steve, walking around the grocery store looking for snacks. Tonight was movie night. It was a tradition Steve and Natasha had for years and when you joined the Avengers, it didn't take long before they invited you to join. The three of you were basically inseparable. Always goofing around together, flirting and teasing.

'Found it! Steve chirped, dropping two big bags of popcorn in the shopping cart you were pushing.

'Great, I think that's about it' you said, scanning the cart to make sure you had everything.

The both of you loaded your shopping bags in the car and drove back to the compound.

You glanced over at Steve who was sitting in the passenger seat, looking all pretty.

'Hey, eyes on the road,' he joked

'Aye aye, captain,' you grinned back

When you arrived home, you expected Nat to come out and help you put the groceries away, but she was nowhere to be found.

You had agreed to watch the movie in the living room since that room had the biggest TV. So that's where you decided to look first.

'Do you...do you hear something?' Steve mumbled halfway down the hall.

'No...what do you hear?' you asked Steve, knowing his super hearing never let him down.

'I...uhm...' there was an undeniable blush creeping up Steve's cheeks, and quite frankly...it was adorable.

You raised your brow, curious at what he was hearing, so you walked closer to his door.

As you got closer to the living room, you started hearing it too. Soft moans combined with high-pitched ones.

It couldn't be? Right?

Well, only one way to find out. Your hand moved faster than your brain as you threw open the door, catching Nat in the middle of the couch with her hand between her legs, watching a very...interesting piece of film.

"That's not the movie we agreed on missy," you grinned.

Steve stood behind you red as a tomato and very quiet.

“I thought I had more time before you guys came home...” Nat pouted. She didn't look embarrassed at all. It was almost like she wanted to get caught...

'Is that so?' you teased, 'Well, don't let us spoil your fun...'

'Want me to keep going?' she asked innocently

'Hmm...' you dared.

'Only if you guys join me...'

You raised your brow again, only a tiny bit surprised at her request.

'What do you think, Stevie?' you asked, looking slightly over your shoulder.

He was a mess already. His cock had been straining against his pants since he heard the sounds from the hallway.

You backed up a bit into him, letting your ass rub slightly against his bulge as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

'Should we join her?'

You slowly guided Steve to the couch with you. You could tell he was having trouble deciding where to look; you, Nat, or the girl wantonly pounding her own pussy with a considerably large sex toy on the television.

The decision was made quite rapidly when said girl suddenly let out a particularly loud moan. The three of you simultaneously turned your heads toward the screen, just in time to catch the girl squirt all over her bed.

'Christ...' Steve nervously mumbled, 'there's no way that's real...'

It was Natasha's turn to raise her brow, as she gave Steve a curious look.

'Sure it is, Stevie...why wouldn't it be real?'

'It's just...it's so...I just don't buy.' He stated

'Steve, I'm telling you it's real, I swear. It's called squirting.' she explained

'Oh yeah? Well...prove it then.' He dared, clearly gaining a bit more confidence as his brain turned to full on horny-mode

'Yeah? Want me to show you?' she drawled

'Hmm...'

Natasha wasted no time in turning off the TV and placing herself down in the middle of the coffee table.

You and Steve plopped down on the couch, watching Natasha as she started teasing her fingers up and down her folds before sliding two of them inside her pussy in one swift motion.

She had been playing with herself for quite some time before she got caught and it had left her wetter than ever.

The sight of her with her legs spread and her head thrown back is better than any porn video you'd ever seen. You couldn't help but slide your hand down to your crotch, squeezing your bulge.

'You can't do it, Nat.' Steve taunted, trying to keep his voice steady.

fucking brat, you thought.

'O-oh no?...' she moaned, speeding up her movements.

Barely a couple seconds later she let wailed out as she started squirting so hard you felt your dick twitch, making you groan.

You looked over to Steve and noticed his face was a little wet...

'That's what you get for calling me a liar...' Nat mumbled cheekily, making you chuckle.

'Look at that, Stevie, Nat's not the only one who is wet anymore...' you laughed, pressing a kiss against his cheek to sneak a taste.

'I wanna see that again...' was all that Steve said before getting on his knees in front of Nat.

'Hey, don't get greedy...sharing is caring, Stevie,' you pouted, taking a seat next to him as he gave you a warm smile.

'You're right...' he mumbled, pulling you closer, 'C'mere...'

Steve pressed a needy kiss to your lips as you felt his big hands rub all over your crotch, making you groan in his mouth.

'Can you...?' he questioned, glancing over to Natasha's glistening pussy. 'You're better at this...show me how to do it...'

God. How could anyone ever say no to him?

Your eyes moved from Steve's pleading gaze to Nat's desperate one.

'Can I?' you checked, although you were pretty sure what the answer was gonna be.

'Please...' she whined, wiggling her hips a little.

'Open up,' you told Steve before gently putting two of your fingers into his greedy mouth. He sucked on them eagerly, making your cock twitch again.

'Take my cock out,' you commanded, 'but keep your eyes on her pussy, you don't wanna miss anything now do you, Stevie?'

'No, Sir' he whispered after he released your fingers, moving quickly to do as he was told.

You rubbed your spit-covered fingers over Nat’s clit first, making her shudder.

'See that, that's a very important spot when you wanna make her cum,' you explained as Steve took out your throbbing cock.

'But we don't wanna wear her out too soon, do we?' you taunted, letting your finger slide down a bit before stopping at her dripping hole.

'No, we wanna get her a little desperate first...' your finger teased around her entrance.

You looked at Steve to see his eyes glued on Natasha's pussy just like you told him to, all while he kept stroking your cock perfectly.

'Good boy, Stevie...' you praised lowly, 'now this next part is very important...'

You slowly pushed both fingers inside of her, immediately curling them up against that sensitive, spongy spot, making her whine and buck her hips a bit.

'Theeerree we go...' you chuckled, moving your fingers a little.

'This spot right here, Stevie....that's a very important one when you wanna make her squirt...'

Natasha moaned louder as you kept pumping your fingers inside of her. You slowly picked up the pace, hitting her spot a bit rougher each time.

'Feel that pressure build, baby?' you looked at Nat.

'Yeah...fuck...oh...' she whined, throwing her head back again.

Your free hand reached down to stop Steve's movements. You brought his hand up to your mouth and sucked his fingers

'Still watching, Stevie? The next part is gonna be really fun...' you groaned as you felt his grip tighten on your cock.

All he could do was nod furiously as he watched you move even quicker. Natasha let out another loud moan and before you knew it she was squirting again.

'That's a good fucking girl,' you groaned.

Steve had halted his movements. Too mesmerized to focus on jerking you off.

When Nat blinked her eyes back open she noticed both you and Steve and a couple drops on your shirts and faces.

She let out a tired giggle, hiding her face in embarrassing as she let herself lay back on the coffee table.

‘Oh my god…’ she mumbles with her hands still covering her face. ‘I wanna apologize but technically it’s really not my fault…’

'Hmm...don't be embarrassed, baby' you chuckle, hungrily licking your fingers clean. 'Tastes even sweeter than the popcorn...'

"I wanna try..." Steve mumbled, pushing your hand away to make room for his own.

Nat immediately moans at the touch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Steve stuffs his large fingers in her pussy.

'M'sensitive, Stevie...' she whines.

'Yeah? What if I find that special spot, huh? Is it sensitive there?' he taunted, his demeanor switching from subby to dominant in an instant as he wiggled his fingers a bit, immediately hitting the spot he was talking about.

Natasha keened in response, arching her back off the table as she squirted again.

'Fuccckkk!!' she whined as Steve moved his other hand to press on her lower belly, stretching out his thumb to rub circles over her swollen clit.

'SHIT I'M CUMMING! DADDY!' she screamed out, squirting even harder than before.

Steve fingered her through her orgasm with the smuggest of smiles before pulling his fingers out of her.

He was going to lick them clean, but you grabbed his hand and put his fingers in your own mouth instead, moaning as you tastes Nat's wetness.

'Don't forget who's in charge here, baby.' you teased before pulling him in for a dirty kiss.

'Lay down.' You commanded him and he happily obliged, wiggling off his jeans in the process.

You turned to Nat, who was just starting to come back to her senses before you kissed her breathless again.

'Get on top of him.'

'Yes sir...' she said with a smile, eagerly obliging just like Steve.

The second Natasha sinks down on his dick, Steve enters his dominant mode again, grinning at her as she struggled to take his cock.

'There you go...take all of me.' Steve groaned, guiding Nat down on his cock with his hands on her hips.

Nat huffed out a breath as she adjusted to his size, planting her palms against Steve's broad chest as she slowly started to bounce up and down on his cock.

Steve allowed her to have her fun.

For a minute...

'My turn now, sweetheart.' he smirked as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down on his cock as he started pounding into her.

Hard.

It didn't take long for her to squirt again all over his cock and stomach, making her moan out as she did so.

'Look at that, Stevie. You're turning our girl into a damn water fountain,' you joked as you watched him pound into her, stroking your cock as you observed.

Hearing you call her 'your girl' made Natasha's stomach flip. If it wasn't for Steve holding her up, she would have toppled over as another orgasm coursed through her body.

Steve really put his super soldier stamina to good use, pounding into her with no signs of stopping.

'Shit, shit, S-Steveee....' Nat whined, trying to push her hands against his stomach to get him to slow down.

'P-please, please stop, please...' she begged until he finally let up with a big grin plastered on his face.

'Too much?' he chuckled as she dropped her head to his neck, trying to catch her breath.

'Hmm...' she mumbled, unable to speak, making him chuckle again before he pressed a kiss in her hair.

'You okay?' you asked, sitting closer to the two of them as you gently rubbed up and down her back.

'Yeah...more than okay,' Nat smiled shyly.

God, she was so fucking gorgeous.

'Okay enough for another round?' you smirked

Her grin told you all you needed to know and you wasted no time in helping her off Steve's lap.

'Holy fuck...' Steve chuckled, finally admiring all the wetness that covered his body. 'how do you even squirt that much?'

'Well, I don't know...just kinda happens when you have a huge cock ramming into your g-spot over and over again...' she joked, making Steve throw you a smug look.

'Yeah yeah, keep smiling like that, Stevie. I bet you I can make her squirt harder.' you teased, crawling on top of Nat as she laid back on the floor.

'You're just talking shit, dude.' Steve shot back

'Oh yeah? Let's see who can make her squirt the most then.'

'Deal.'

You started pounding into Nat again almost immediately. The three of you went at it for hours. Leaving not only Natasha but the entire living room a mess.

'There we go....give me another one...' you groaned, making Nat squirt for the 6th time, 'good fucking girl...'

A few messy kisses later, Steve was pumping into her from behind, making her drip all over the carpet, groaning all kinds of filthy stuff in her ears.

It was kinda hot seeing him get all dominant with her, knowing he got all subby for you in the blink of an eye.

'What was that now, huh? Number 10? Number 11?' Steve taunted.

Nat was a blubbering mess. Mascara streaked down her cheeks as she giggled through the tears, all blissed out.

'I...I don't...just...uh...I-' she tried to string a sentence together but to no avail.

'My turn again.' You grinned, flipper her over so you were lying on top of her as you slid your throbbing cock into her abused hole.

You leaned down to kiss her, slow and passionate as you picked up the pace a little, making her whine.

'Need to cum...gonna let me cum in that fucked out pussy of yours?' you groaned, grinning when she nodded a bit too fast.

'Please...fill me, Daddy...need it so bad."

After basically edging yourself for yours, it didn't take long before you blew your load into Nat's pussy, letting your head drop against her shoulder, relishing in the way she ran her nails over your scalp.

'fuck....that was...jesus christ...' you huffed out, trying to catch your breath.

'Hmmm...' she smiled sweetly

'I think I lost track tho...Stevie, do you remember how many times that was?'

'M'not sure....maybe we should start over' he grinned, causing Natasha to throw the nearest pillow to his face.

'Next time we can check to see who out of the two of you can cum the most…I wonder if you will still laugh as much then'

'Okay okay...m'sorry...' you chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling out.

As you moved to lay down next to Nat, Steve got a full view of Natasha's open legs. Watching as your cum leaked out of her made his eyes twinkle.

'See something you like?' Nat giggled, seeing how Steve licked his lips as he stared at her cunt like it was his favorite snack on the planet.

'Hmm...lay back, princess....just let me have one more taste...' he mumbled before attaching his lips to her stuffed hole.

'Fuck...Steve....' She moaned while he ate her out with vigor.

Nat was too caught up to notice, but you didn't miss Steve bucking his hips into the pillow you threw at him earling as he whined at your taste leaking out of Nat's pussy.

Soon he stuffed two of his think fingers inside her, pressing that sensitive spot one more time.

'Just give me a last one...just one more...' he moaned, attaching his lips to her pussy as he fingered her.

Nat trembled as she came hard, squirting right into Steve's mouth while he groaned loudly, bucking his hips into the pillow fervently, covering it in his cum.

'fuck,' Steve groaned out, the blush on his cheeks increasing by the second.

'U okay there, Stevie?' you teased, making him hide his face in embarrassment.

'Shit...that was not how that was supposed to go down...' he explained, 'It was just so hot, and it tasted so fucking good....'

You laughed at Steve's adorable embarrassed face, pulling them both close to you on the large couch.

'Are you guys okay?' you asked earnestly as they snuggled up to you

'Hmm...' It sounded from both sides before silence took over for a minute.

'I definitely won, tho' you stated smugly, anticipating Steve's reaction.

'The hell you did!' he shot up, making you laugh

'Maybe we need a rematch sometime…' Natasha weighed in, making you both turn to her with a hopeful look

'You wanna do this with us again?' You asked

Your heart lit up a little when she gave you an adorable nod, snuggling close to you again.

'That was the best sex of my life...and besides...I've had a crush on you guys for months...' she admitted.

'Y-You...You have?' Steve studdered.

'Yeah....I was hoping you would walk in on me earlier...'

'I'm glad we did.' You promised, relishing in the feeling of your two favorite people snuggled up to you, warm and satisfied.

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dr0p-dead-gorgeous · 5 months

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Josh Futturman x fem!reader

Warnings: sub!josh,smut , p in v, Premature ejaculation,overstimulation, fem pronouns and anatomy used, use of y/n , not really proofread

You run into a cute,dorky guy at work,

As i wonder about my day, i accidentally bump into a sort of dorky guy. As we both stop and turn to apologize to each other, I notice his name tag reading ‘Futturman, Janitor.’ “I am *so sorry*” the Janitor says before apologizing profusely.”I'm sorry, it's fine really Mr.. Uhh.. Futturman. “Call me Josh, everyone else does” the Janitor says as he blushes a bit. “...Josh, I'm y/n, a vet tech for the possums around here, seen you around a bit, Josh blushes a bit and chuckles“Well…uh…nice to *meet* you, y/n.” Josh says, unsure of what to say."Nice to meet you I gotta go " I say with a sweet smile, Josh smiles back nervously “Of course…uh, you have a nice day y/n.” Josh says before awkwardly attempting to continue on with his day.

(third person pov)

Over the next week’s they talked in passing becoming quick friends

[Cut to Josh taking a break from cleaning the cafeteria and having lunch with her]

You like Video games too! I love playing *Josh blushes a bit, and smiles enthusiastically* “Oh, yeah! You play Biotic Wars?”. “Yeah! I'm on level 50! Lately ive been playing a lot of resident evil though!" 'I love resident evil! M..maybe you could come over to hang out and watch me play sometimes!” Josh suggests nervously "Sounds good! " y/n says ,Josh smiles, clearly very nervous and excited for the first time in a long time having anyone over, especially a girl. His mind races from the surprise of the date and future plans.

‘Wow…someone like *y/n* actually wants to visit my *house*. What am I going to do?’ Josh thinks to himself.*

Josh and y/n later visit his home. Josh nervously opens his door, ushering her to come inside. She walks in, and takes in his space, clearly enjoying his gaming setup and decor.*I love your posters! I have the same one of Tiger by my bed*Josh blushes a bit once again* “Oh…that’s uh…well…” *He points at his gaming console* “Do you wanna see something really cool?” “yeah! “ Josh smiles nervously and turns on his game resident evil. He then proceeds to show Y/n his final boss victory and the end-game content. Y/n is enthralled by the gameplay, clearly impressed by his prowess. “Omg you beat it! I thought it was impossible i've died so many times! "Josh blushes and jumps up exited“Oh my god… I beat it” He seems pleased with himself for completing the game with Y/n present they hug and he spins her around celebrating.He puts her down her hands on his shoulders for a moment they look into each other's eyes. She leans over and whispers “Hey, you’re really cute and charming josh, you know that?” Josh blushes and looks very stunned for a moment; then his face lights up red like a tomato.*Josh blushes a crazy amount as Y/n continues* “If I were to…*maybe*...kiss you right now…would you…be okay with that~?” *Josh’s face is as red as the sun, but he responds* “Uh…Yeah..! I would be okay with that…really!” She slowly leans in and Josh leans in as well. They embrace in a slow and tender kiss. Josh’s cheeks light up red and he blushes. “I think I really like you josh.” Josh’s heart beats as fast as a humming bird’s. He holds Y/n’s face with a shaking hand and looks her right into the eyes. He stares deeply into her own, and gives her another soft kiss. His hands begin to quiver. “Y/n…” Josh stutters, clearly flustered. “Uhh…I think I really like you too…”*Josh leans in to kiss y/n again, this time more passionately, a smile spreading across his face. Their kiss grows more heated, and y/n pulls Josh closer into a tight embrace. She starts to rub his thighs leaning more into him*Josh’s body shivers from the feeling, never having been in this situation before. He starts to feel a little anxious, his breathing increasing slightly. His heart’s beating out of his chest and his face is almost red as an apple. y/n kisses Josh passionately and continues to move her hands over his body. As she does, she begins unbuttoning Josh’s shirt…*Is this ok Josh... Josh’s body is shaking profusely at this point. He nods nervously, unable to communicate with words. y/n pulls him in closer.*y/n pushes her hand onto Josh’s chest, pushing him onto his bed feeling his heart beating rapidly. She looks at Josh with a hungry smile, her mind set on going even further. He begins breathing even faster and slightly heavier.*y/n whispers seductively into Josh’s ear “It’s getting hot in here…” *She unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, and proceeds to caress his bare chest with a soft kiss. Josh’s mind goes blank and his heart beats out of his chest, unable to form coherent thoughts.*y/n runs her hands over Josh’s chest again, this time moving to his waist and slowly removing his pants. She kisses him again, and whispers once more “Can…can I?”Josh gulps loudly, extremely nervous and unsure of what to do. He responds “Uhh…” Josh’s heart is beating at breakneck speed. All of his blood rushes to his face as his body shakes uncontrollably. He tries pulling himself away Y/n’s seductive voice grows more clear. “Is that a no?” She continues to inch her body closer, clearly still looking to escalate the situation. Josh’s mind goes blank as his heart races. He can’t say anything.

“I can't do anything more if I don't get a yes baby” *Josh’s mouth dries up and he nods frantically* “Y-Yes! Yes please..

”Good boy using your words hun. *Josh’s face lights up red at the fact that Y/n called him “Good boy” and “hun”. He starts to feel a little uncomfortable in his underwear by the level of intimacy, but clearly still aroused by her.* Y/n moves herself closer, taking off her shirt and and skirt left in her Lacey underwear siting on-top of Josh. She bites her lip as she continues.* “Is this okay…?*Josh gulps nervously. His eyes flutter for a moment as he nods, . All of his thoughts disappear and he lets his body take control.**Y/n pulls Josh closer as she grinds herself onto him through his boxers. He gasps slightly with an intense feeling of euphoria and intimacy. His brain goes fully blank and he can’t seem to form any coherent thoughts.**Y/n moves slowly in his lap, her touch being more and more seductive. She leans in to give him another passionate kiss, her lips slowly moving down to his neck as she begins to Seep through her panties. Josh let’s out a whine bucking into her,loving the sweet friction on his fully hard cock. He fumbles with her bra strap before getting it off groping her chest harshly as she let’s out little moans. She lifts up causing Josh to whine in protest, she take off her panties before doing the same for Josh. She lower herself down rubbing herself on Josh, he yelps out from the sudden sensation, shuttering from the pleasure cursing under his breath. She reaches down and takes him in her hand, giving him a few pumps before lining him up with her entrance and slowly sinking down on him.

With a couple thrusts He moans out loudly “ Fuck fuck fuck… y.. Your so t… tight i’m gonna..” He moans almost pornographicly and cums inside her immediately, mortified he begins to apologize “Fuck i’m so sorry! y… your just so pretty and.. and feel so good… this is my first time i-”she shut him up by kissing him and rolling her hips. Continuing to slowly roll her hips she says “ Fuck no it’s ok that was so hot keep moaning like that for me baby wanna fuck you till you cry ”she starts slowly bouncing on his still hard cock as he unraveled a whiney little mess. She fucked herself on his cock hitting the bundle of nerves each time “Thank you.. F.. Fuck …thank you please don't stop riding me like that your so perfect “ she bounced on him each trust dragging against her sensitive walls” fuuuck baby boy you feel so good are you close ““ so..so close please let me cum please, i’ll be a good boy I promise just please let me cum…ahh~”he moaned “Fuck since you moaned so pretty for me baby go ahead and cum baby c'mon” “Fuck, thank you, thank you uhH~” his cum flooded inside her while her walls clamped down around him reaching her climax.She kept going, riding out her orgasm, much to josh's surprise . 'F..fuck Y/n~ its so much!".She finally begins to slow down eventially coming to a complete stop, her hands of his chest as he panted under her.

"That was so good thank you" he said still recovering. She lifted off him with a hiss laying herself down on his chest, his hand immediately wrapping around her to cuddle"You did so well baby" she responded nuzzling her head into him. they sat in comfortable silence holding each other for a couple minutes

"Sooo..next time you want to watch me beat Biotic wars?"

#josh futturman x reader #future man x reader #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #josh hutcherson smut

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highreevess · 2 years

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Vibrations

Warnings: Dom!Rafe Cameron, sub!reader, use of sex toys, unprotected sex, degradation kink.

Summary: When Rafe Cameron passes by the reader's room at Tanneyhill, he hears something that makes him stop in his tracks. And when he takes a peek into the room, he sees something that makes all logic go out of the window, and the only thing on his mind is how the reader looks on the bed with her legs spread. A dark fantasy plays around in his mind, and he doesn't have the strength to not play it out.

Word count: 2,605

"Oh, God," I breathe as I press the wand vibrator harder against my sensitive clit.

I squirm in my bed as the vibrations from the vibrator get me closer and closer to orgasm with each passing second.

As I close my eyes and just feel the vibrator against my clit, my back arches off of the bed. "Oh fuck."

I've only used this vibrator once before because I only received it in the mail yesterday, but God, this feels amazing.

I can't explain how it feels; all I can say is that when I angle it just the right way, my back arches off of the bed, and my muscles tighten in pleasure.

I snake my hand up my waist and up my shirt until I find my left breast. I begin to roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger and whimper at the feeling. I adjust the way I'm holding the vibrator and press it harder against my clit.

That's all it takes for the coil in my lower stomach to snap. I cum with a loud moan that I don't try to smother because nobody is home. My body shakes with pleasure as my orgasm hits me like a truck, and my grip on my breast tightens.

When my orgasm ends, I quickly lift the vibrator off of my clit because the vibrations are way too intense to keep it on just after cumming. I move the hand that is on my breast and place it over my heart as I intake deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

After a minute, my breathing slows, and my eyes flutter open.

I gasp when I see Rafe Cameron in my doorway, his arms crossed over his clothed chest.

I quickly shove the wand vibrator under the covers and close my legs. I grab the duvet and yank it over me as if that would erase Rafe's mind of what I know he just saw.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I snarl, my cheeks reddening to the color of tomatoes in embarrassment. "You're supposed to be out with Sarah, Wheezie, and Mr. C." Sarah directly told me that Mr. Cameron was taking her and Wheezie back to school shopping on the mainland. Rafe was supposed to go with them.

He raises a brow, the corner of his lips tugging up. "This is my house."

"This isn't your room," I sneer, clutching the duvet in my hands like it's a lifeline.

"If you didn't want me here, you should have locked the door." He gestures to the lock on the doorknob. "You shouldn't have made such pretty noises."

"Fuck you," I snarl, the redness in my cheeks no doubt spreading to my neck.

His smirk widens. "I'd love to, but I think I want to see you cum on that vibrator again."

My eyes widen, and my mouth falls agape at his words.

I'm silent for a full fifteen seconds before the shock wears off. When it does, I scoff. "Get the fuck out, Rafe."

His eyes narrow, and his lip curls as if in thought. After a moment, he says, "nah. I think I'll stay and get what I want." He glances at the doorknob and places his hand on it. Then, he turns the lock.

I swallow. "Rafe, whatever you're about to do—"

"Won't be anything you won't enjoy," he says, cutting me off. He stalks forward, his strides long and calculated. When he gets within a foot of me, he glances at the white duvet that covers me. Then, he looks back up at me. "You can choose how this goes. Either you can remove the comforter yourself, or I can do it for you."

Something about the way he is looking at me—with black, hooded eyes, clouded with lust—makes my thighs clench.

Though I know this is wrong—he's Sarah's brother for fuck's sake—I can't help the way my stomach does summersaults at the dominance in his voice.

I had always been attracted to him. I mean, just look at him. But I never thought that he would end up in my room telling me he wanted to watch me make myself cum.

So, I don't make a move to do anything. I don't move to tell him to get out, but I also don't move to throw the comforter onto the floor.

And he notices this with a narrowing of his eyes. "Fine, I see you want to do this the hard way."

He leans down and yanks the duvet off of my body, leaving me in nothing but the t-shirt I wear.

His eyes go to my bare legs and then the vibrator next to them, which is still plugged into the wall behind my bed.

He leans forward and goes for my shirt, but I quickly grab my shirt with my own hands and give him a pleading look.

He meets my gaze and narrows his eyes. "Take it off."

I shake my head and tighten my grip on the shirt. "Please." I don't want to take it off.

His eyes narrow even more, and he glances down at the shirt before returning his gaze to me. "Fine. It can stay on. But that's it."

I nod my head and loosen my grip on the shirt I wear. I allow myself to relax a bit, and he notices.

He reaches over me and grabs the vibrator on my bed. He turns it on and places his unoccupied hand on the bulbous head, feeling the vibrations emitting from the vibrator for himself. His brows raise when his hand vibrates from the power of the toy, and the corner of his lips turns up. "I see why you were so loud now."

I flush and avert my gaze.

He slowly moves the vibrator until it touches my upper thigh. "Open up."

When I realize that he is talking about my legs, I swallow and slowly spread my legs a few inches.

His eyes narrow when I don't move to open them any wider than four inches. His jaw ticks and he grabs onto my right thigh with his large hand, his nails digging into the soft flesh. I whimper, and he just smirks.

He parts my thighs wide, giving him a full view of what's between my legs. His eyes drop to my pussy and darken when he gets a good look at it. "Fuck, how many times did you make yourself cum? You're dripping." He darts his hand out, swiping the slit of my pussy with his finger.

My hips involuntarily buck against his finger, and he smirks. "You like this already? I've barely touched you." The condescension in his voice makes me glare at him.

He doesn't even acknowledge my glare. He just readjusts his grip on the vibrator in his hand and slowly glides it to my inner thighs, just an inch away from where I need him.

I go to buck my hips so I can get the vibrator where I need it, but he stops me by giving me a hard look that could turn me into ash.

Slowly and torturously, he glides the vibrator up and down my inner thigh until I'm whining and glaring at him. "Damn it, Rafe," I snarl, and his eyes narrow. He removes the vibrator from my thigh altogether. "Is there something you need?"

Though I want to slap him for feigning ignorance, I don't. I know it will just piss him off. So instead, I say, "please, Rafe."

"Please what?"

I huff in frustration. "Are you really going to make me say it?"

"Yes.

I glare at him but do as he requests. "The vibrator. Put it where I need it, please."

His eyes narrow as if he wants me to be more specific, but he relents and moves the vibrator away from my inner thigh. He places it on my clit, and I gasp.

The vibrations are almost too intense, and I don't know if I want to back away from the vibrator or into it.

A long moan is forced out of my throat as Rafe pushes the vibrator harder on my clit, and I fall back into the mattress. "Oh, fuck."

I grab the sheets of my bed and ball them up in my fists as I get more and more sensitive with each passing second.

"It's too much," I tell Rafe, and he just chuckles. "You wanted this," he tells me, "so take it."

The sheer dominance in his voice makes me moan.

My head falls into the pillow below me as my muscles relax, and I allow my moans to fall freely as the vibrator Rafe holds against my clit gets me closer and closer to orgasm.

And when I feel that familiar tingly feeling in my stomach, I meet Rafe's gaze with wide eyes. I whisper his name, and he smirks at me. "Go on, Y/N. Let go."

I don't know why, but once those words leave his lips, my mouth parts in a loud cry, and I cum. I hear my nails rip the sheets as I ride out my orgasm, and my body begins to shake.

When I come off the orgasm-induced cloud, I let a content sigh escape my lips and meet Rafe's darkened gaze.

I see him with his belt unbuckled, and my eyebrows furrow. When did he unbuckle that?

He turns the vibrator off before getting closer to me, and before I get the chance to ask what he's about to do, he climbs on top of me and places his hand over my mouth. "I'm going to fuck you now."

My eyes widen, and I try to say something, but it comes out muffled and incoherent because of the hand he has over my mouth.

"And you're going to be a good girl for me and take it, right?" he asks as he reaches between the two of us, no doubt to pull down his pants and boxers.

He removes his hand from my mouth to let me speak, and I immediately say, "Rafe, we can't. It's too wrong—"

"What's wrong?" he asks, cutting me off. "I'll tell you what's wrong, Y/N. What's wrong is you walking around this house—my house—in those tight tops and those shorts that barely cover your ass. What's wrong is you wearing those bikinis that cover nothing when you go swimming in my pool. What's wrong is you teasing me by bending over in those short little sundresses like a slut and expecting me to just ignore the hot piece of ass living just across the fucking hall."

I feel something smooth and hard brush against my pussy, and my eyes widen even more.

"Do you have any idea what it feels like to want to fuck your kid sister's best friend? Any idea what it's like to have to jerk off in the shower after seeing your younger sister's best friend all dolled up for dinner with my family because I can't fuck her instead?"

He begins to gently prod the head of his cock against my pussy. "No, of course, you don't. You never will. But you'll do this. You'll let me fuck this pretty little cunt because you know you owe me."

He begins to slowly push into me, and I moan at the sheer size of him. The girth is so much more than I've ever felt before.

When he hears the moan escape my throat, he chuckles and pushes in another three inches of his cock. "Fuck, you really are a slut. I'm not even halfway inside of you, and you're already moaning?"

"I'm not a slut," I snarl as I grab onto his biceps.

"No?" he asks, looking down at me. "Then why is your cunt gripping my cock so tightly? Why are you moaning for my cock when I'm not even fucking you yet?"

I glare at him and seal my lips shut so I don't accidentally moan again. If I do, it will only prove Rafe's point.

But my silence also seems to prove Rafe's point because he chuckles and bottoms out with a small groan. "If you weren't a slut, you wouldn't be letting me fuck your pretty cunt right now."

"I'm not," I snarl even though it's a complete lie.

"Then why aren't you fighting me?" he asks, pulling out of me only to pleasurably push back in. "Why aren't you saying no?"

He pulls out and slowly pushes in again before leaning down so that his mouth is close to my ear. "I'll tell you why," he breathes, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. "Because you're a whore who likes to get fucked." He reaches down to play with my clit. "Because you like having a cock inside of you."

A breathless chuckle passes his lips. "And guess what? I like to fuck whores, and I like having my cock inside of you." He pulls out and slams into me, causing my head to hit the headboard behind me. "We're a perfect fit."

He grabs my left leg and moves it so that it rests just above his hip. Then, he starts fucking me.

He fucks me at a fast pace, his thrusts hard and punishing, and I can't help but moan at the pure bliss he brings me.

My nails dig into the flesh of his arms as he fucks me, and he doesn't even care. He just fucks me hard and fast as he whispers filthy things into my ear.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper when he brings my leg up and places it on top of his shoulder. His cock hits that one spot inside of me that turns me into a whimpering mess.

I feel him remove one of my hands from his biceps, and I redirect my gaze so I can see why.

He places my hand on my stomach, and says, "you feel that? That's my cock in your stomach."

My pussy flutters at the filthy words coming out of his mouth, and I can't help but whimper.

He presses down my hand, and I gasp when I feel an intense feeling in my lower stomach. I meet his gaze with wide eyes, and he smirks. "This will help you cum," he simply says as he fucks me.

"Rafe, it's too much," I tell him. With him fucking me, playing with my clit, and pressing down on my lower stomach all at once, I feel like I'm going to explode.

"Good."

I dig my nails into his bicep in anger, hard enough to break the skin, and he just laughs. "Hurt me all you want. It just turns me on."

His next thrust is harder than all of the previous ones, and that singular thrust sends me into a cloud of pleasure. My body wracks with a shudder as I cum with a loud cry.

Rafe fucks me through my orgasm, his thrusts hard and unwavering in their pace. Only when I come down from my orgasm does Rafe drop my leg back onto the bed and ask, "are you on the pill?"

I shake my head, my eyes widening at the thought of being pregnant by him, but, thankfully, he pulls out of me before he cums. He leans back on his knees and jerks his cock for a few seconds before tilting his head back in a low moan, releasing himself onto my thighs.

When he finishes emptying himself on the skin of my thighs, he looks down at me and slowly smirks. "Looks like you're mine now."

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Promise

Warnings: angst, female x male, male x male, polyamorous relationship, throat fucking, implied consent, cum eating, jealous Wooyoung, dumbification, fucking, pet names, Seonghwa is a dom, Mingi is a dom, Wooyoung is a dom/sub I'm not sure what else let me know if I'm missing something

"Y/N I'm bored." Wooyoung says beside you whining.

"How am I supposed to help with that." You say as you look up from making dinner.

"Woo leave her alone she's going to accidentally cut off a finger with you right there." Seonghwa says side eyeing the boy as he stirs the pasta.

"But I'm bored and you and Y/N are making dinner and Mingi is asleep in his room." He whines.

"Not asleep anymore." You hear and you don't have to look up to know that it was Mingi.

You feel hands wrap around your waist and a kiss on your cheek.

You finally finish cutting up the vegetables. You turn around and face the culprit.

You end up face to face with Mingi. "Hi love. How are you feeling?" You ask touching the boys head.

"Better." He says putting his head in your shoulder.

You hear another whine and you look over at the shorter boy.

"Come on. You're done now right?" Wooyoung whines.

"No she's not done yet. Go pick a movie or a game for tonight." You hear from the other side.

"Okay." Wooyoung says happily. He goes up to Seonghwa and kisses his cheek and walks off into the living room.

You see Seonghwa blushing.

Mingi looks up and smiles at you. "He's still not used to that." Mingi says quietly for you to hear.

You laugh softly. "Yeah. You would think he'd be considering Wooyoungs been doing that for like 2 months now." You say.

"I can hear you guys I'm not deaf." Seonghwa says quietly.

"We're just teasing love. Didn't mean anything by it." You say.

"I know." Seonghwa says as he walks over to you.

Seonghwa walks over to you guys and kisses you on the lips and kisses Mingi on the head.

Mingi pouts. "Why dont I get a kiss on the lips?" Mingi says.

"You were running a fever earlier." Seonghwa says and he feels Mingis head.

"I feel better now." Mingi says and pucks his lips out for a kiss.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes and smiles at the boys ridiculousness.

"Fineeee." Seonghwa says and kisses the boy.

"So you can kiss Mingi and not get embarrassed but when Wooyoung kisses you on the cheek you turn as red as a tomato." You say laughing.

Seonghwa looks away turning red. "Wooyoung catches me off guard I'm not prepared when he kisses me."

You hear footsteps. "Speak of the devil." Mingi mumbles.

You flick Mingi on the nose. "Don't be mean." You say.

"That hurt. I was just joking." Mingi whines and Wooyoung comes in the kitchen.

"All ready." Wooyoung announces.

"Good. I'm just finishing this." Seonghwa says as he walks back to the stove.

"You can go ahead Mingi. Y/N help me put everything together?" Seonghwa asks you.

Mingi reluctantly lets go of you. "Let's go start the movie." Wooyoung says to Mingi. Before Mingi can react Wooyoung grabs Mingis hand and pulls him out the kitchen with him.

Seonghwa comes up to you and puts his hands on your hip. "You're so pretty." Seonghwa says kissing you.

"Thank you." You say smiling at the guy in front of you.

"Did you tell Mingi to go because you wanted me to yourself?" You joke.

"Maybe." Seonghwa says joking.

Seonghwa kisses you again. This time it's not a soft kiss. Something more desperate. Something filled with hunger. What you thought was a soft kiss was now turning into a makeout session.

Seonghwa pulls away. He lifts you on the counter. He starts kissing your neck. You moan. "Seonghwa." You moan.

"God your moans are like music to my ears." Seonghwa says.

"S-seonghwa what about the food?" You say softly.

"It can wait. I want the meal in front of me." He says leaving hickies on your neck. The other boys sure to notice.

Wait. The other boys.

"Seonghwa. Wooyoung and Mingi are waiting for us. We all promised that we wouldn't have sex for the first time without everyone there." You try saying but you can't help but moan through the whole thing.

Seonghwa pulls away. "You're right I'm keeping that promise. But I'm not even close to done with you." He says looking at you and he kisses you.

You look down at Seonghwa obvious boner. "You might want to fix yourself." You say to him.

"I don't care if they see." He says.

"You might want to go in the living room with the boys before I can't stop myself and fuck you right on the counter and call the boys in here to have a turn. You'd like that though wouldn't you?" Seonghwa says smirking.

You nod. He helps you off the counter. "I'll be there in a minute let me finish up." Seonghwa says kissing your nose.

It's a complete 360 from what just happened.

"Okay." You say.

You head off into the living room to see Wooyoung on top of Mingi.

"Give me the remote!" Mingi says.

"Nope. I picked the movie." Wooyoung says waving the remote in the air.

You grab the remote from Wooyoungs hands who didn't even notice you had came in.

"Why are you two arguing over the remote." You say looking at Wooyoung who is somehow straddling Mingis chest.

Wooyoung puts his hand over Mingis mouth.

"I was told I could pick the movie. Well Mingi came in here and said we watched this already. He tried grabbing the remote from my hand and we ended up wrestling. I overpowered him." Wooyoung says.

"Ew!" Wooyoung yells. Mingi had licked his hands. Wooyoung wipes his hand on Mingis shirt. Mingi takes this opportunity to overpower Wooyoung and flip him on his back.

"We watched this movie like 5 times already so I tried grabbing the remote. Then Wooyoung tripped me and got on top of me." Mingi says.

"Both of you are acting like children. We can all agree on something." You say smiling at both boys.

"Fine." Both boys say.

You sit on the couch and Mingi gets off of Wooyoung.

Both boys get on the couch on either side of you. "What genre?" You ask flipping through the Tv.

"Comedy." Wooyoung says.

"Any objection?" You say to Mingi.

He shakes his head. "Good." You say softly.

You eventually find a comedy you all agree on.

"I'm not starting it yet. Seonghwa isn't in here yet." You say.

"He should've already been in here. Shouldn't he have?" Mingi says.

Wooyoung looks at you. He didn't notice before but now he does. The dark hickies littered across your neck.

"Not if he just had a quickie." Wooyoung says rolling his eyes.

"What?" Mingi says and finally sees where Wooyoungs eyes are locked on.

"Oh." Mingi says eyes wide.

You hear Seonghwa who is struggling with plates.

You get up to help him. A pair of glaring eyes are locked on you as you grab plates from Seonghwa handing them out.

"Careful it's hot." Seonghwa says as he sits beside Mingi with his plate.

You press play on the remote and start the movie.

Throughout the whole movie you don't hear commentary come from Wooyoung like usual. No laughing or comments.

You look over to Wooyoung who is still glaring at you and Seonghwa.

The movie finishes.

"That was a good movie." Seonghwa says.

"Mhmm." You say.

"Would you like help with the dishes?" You say to Seonghwa.

"Sure." Seonghwa says smiling.

"Yeah I'm sure you'd love to help with dishes. Just like you helped Seonghwa finish dinner." Wooyoung says.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about?" Seonghwa says.

"It seems like you love Y/N to help you with your problems." Wooyoung says rolling his eyes.

"Are you jealous?" You ask Wooyoung confused.

"Of what?" He says spitting back.

"Hey. I think maybe we all should calm down." Mingi says.

"You guys always want to hangout with each other. When do you guys ever spend time with me or Mingi?" Wooyoung says clearly angry.

"What are you talking about Wooyoung. We always hang out with you and Mingi." Seonghwa says confused.

"Yeah sure." He says.

"What about our promise huh? That doesn't mean nothing to you guys?" Wooyoung says about to break down.

"What are you talking about? We didn't br-" You try to say but Wooyoung cuts you off.

"You know what? I don't care. I don't care about you guys breaking the promise. I don't care about what your excuse is. I don't care about you two either." Wooyoung says putting his shoes on and grabbing his hoodie.

"I sure as hell don't care about this relationship if y'all don't care either." Wooyoung says and slams the door on our faces.

You start crying you try to hold the tears in but they just keep falling.

Mingi puts a hand on yours and Seonghwas shoulder.

"I'm going to go after him. I know he didn't mean it. He's just upset." Mingi says as he puts his own shoes on and grabs a hoodie heading into the night after him.

Seonghwa pulls you into him.

"Hey it's okay. Wooyoung didn't mean it." Seonghwa says softly rubbing your back.

"It hurts Seonghwa so much." You say cradling into Seonghwa.

You cry until you fall asleep in Seonghwas arms.

You wake up to a blanket on you. You look at the time on your phone. The bright light almost blinding you.

2:43 AM.

You look over at the door no sign of Wooyoung or Mingi. No Seonghwa either.

Suddenly the door to the bedroom is opened. Out walks Seonghwa who has his phone in his hand.

"Did I wake you love?" Seonghwa says.

"No. Have you heard from Wooyoung or Mingi?" You say hoping he did.

"Yeah. I was just on the phone with Mingi they're on their way back." Seonghwa says tapping his phone on his hand.

"Is Wooyoung okay?" You ask sadly.

"He's fine. Mingi caught up with Wooyoung when he left. They've been just talking. Then they stopped by a late night store and got some snacks Mingi said." Seonghwa says breathing out.

Suddenly the door opens.

"Hey." Mingi says quietly.

You get up from the couch. You walk over to the boy who sets the bag in his hand down.

You hug him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You say tightly hugging Wooyoung like he'd leave you any second.

"We didn't do anything." You say crying into him.

Wooyoung pulls you from his chest so you can look up at him.

"Hey. I know. I know love." Wooyoung says holding your hands.

"I was just too upset to hear you." He says.

He hugs you and rubs your back.

"It's late. Let's get to bed." Seonghwa says softly. Careful of what he says because he's terrified that Wooyoung will leave any second.

"Well I kind of bought snacks. So maybe we should eat those first." Wooyoung says.

"Well let's eat them then." Seonghwa says smiling softly at the boy.

Mingi picks up the bag full of snacks Wooyoung had set down beside him when he came inside.

Everyone walks over to the couch. Wooyoung sits down and you sit in his lap.

Mingi sits on the left of Wooyoung and Seonghwa sits on the right.

"Wooyoung got quite a bit of stuff." Mingi says opening the bag.

"Weren't you with him too." Seonghwa says.

"Yeah but I wasn't paying much attention to what he was getting. All I did was give him the card." Mingi says mumbling.

"I was hungry and I thought you'd all be too." Wooyoung says pouting.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing." Mingi says kissing the boys cheek.

Mingi pulls out the chips from the bag and hands one to Seonghwa. He pulls out another. He then pulls out 2 pieces of cake.

"These are for you two." Mingi says handing Wooyoung the cakes that he had bought.

Wooyoung hands you a piece. "Thought you'd prefer cake." He said watching you smile at him.

"Of course I would." You say giving the boy a quick kiss.

Wooyoung smiles at you.

"I'll go get you guys forks." Seonghwa says leaving to go grab forks out the kitchen.

Wooyoung sets yours and his cake back on the table.

"You know I love you right. And if you and Seonghwa want to have sex together without us it's fine. I just want you to be comfortable okay?" Wooyoung says being serious.

"Thank you but me and Seonghwa aren't going to do anything without you or Mingi we love you too much to do that to either of you." You say one hand on Wooyoungs face and the other on Mingis.

Seonghwa comes back in. He sees you holding both boys face. "Everything okay." Seonghwa says quietly.

Suddenly Wooyoung breaks down crying. Everyone looks at the boy worried.

Seonghwa hurries and puts the fork down. He goes up to Wooyoung and caresses the younger boys face.

"Hey. What's wrong love?" Seonghwa says.

"I was going to leave you guys. I was hurt and scared and I didn't know how to react." Wooyoung says tears flowing down his beautiful face.

"Hey. We weren't going to let that happen. We love you too much to let you go." Seonghwa says bringing the boy to his chest.

"That's why I went after you love. I knew you misunderstood they would never do that." Mingi says hugging the boy.

"Hey. We didn't do anything. All he did was leave hickies. I told him he couldn't forget about our promise and he agreed." You say hugging the boy.

"I don't know I saw the hickies and freaked out." Wooyoung says still crying.

"Hey we don't blame you love." Seonghwa says fingers running through Wooyoungs hair to soothe him.

"You freaked out like we all would've." You say.

"You guys wouldn't have freaked out. Mingi didn't even freak out he knew you wouldn't do that. I thought you guys would do that to me and Mingi for a second didn't believe you'd do that." Wooyoung says crying harder.

"Oh love. I doubted them for a second and then thought about it. You aren't the only one who had doubts." Mingi says trying to reassure the boy.

"I'm not?" Wooyoung says crying less.

"No you weren't." Mingi says helping calm the boy.

You or Seonghwa weren't hurt by the boys doubt. Hell if it was the other way around you guys would have been the same.

Wooyoung slowly stops crying.

"We love you." Seonghwa says.

"More than anything." Mingi adds.

"You're our world." You say.

"I love you guys too." Wooyoung says lifting his head from Seonghwas chest.

Wooyoung kisses Seonghwa. Not just a soft kiss. It turns into a makeout session. Wooyoung pulls away when he's almost out of breath.

"Can I show you guys how much I love you?" Wooyoung says taking off his shirt.

"Oh god." Mingi says.

"Please do." Seonghwa says softly.

"Please." You say still sitting on Wooyoungs lap.

Wooyoung turns towards Mingi. He brings him into a kiss.

Wooyoungs hands find your waist. He already has a boner and you can feel it.

He slowly starts grinding against you. You moan.

He pulls away from the kiss with Mingi.

"Fuck. I want to hear that again." Wooyoung says grinding into you again.

You moan out his name.

"You sound so sweet baby." Wooyoung moans out.

"Such pretty moans." Seonghwa says.

Mingi kisses your neck. He slowly starts leaving hickies along your throat. Your moans getting louder.

Seonghwa grabs your shirt pulling it above your head and throwing it on the ground.

"Is it alright if this comes off?" Wooyoung asks touching your bra stopping himself from grinding into you.

"Please." You say mind already fuzzy.

With your words Wooyoung unclips your bra. He slides it off your chest slowly.

"Gorgeous." Mingi says in between the kisses he's leaving on your throat.

You lift your head back so Mingi can get more access.

You feel hands on your boobs. You look and see Seonghwa massaging your breasts.

He pulls at one and you arch your back in Wooyoungs hold.

"Look at you. We haven't even fucked you dumb yet." Seonghwa says still pulling at your nipple.

Wooyoung takes your other nipple and puts it in his mouth. He sucks on it and watches as you moan out his name.

You put your hand in Wooyoungs hair. You pull it softly. Wooyoung pulls off your boob and moans.

He immediately after goes back to licking and sucking your boob.

"Fucking hell. Do you see how hard you're making me." Seonghwa says as he grabs your hand and places it on his boner.

"Wanna fuck your throat pretty girl is that okay?" Mingi says as he pulls away from your throat.

"Y-yeah." You say out of breath. Wooyoung pulls off your boob and Seonghwa let's go of his hold on your other boob.

Wooyoung helps you to the ground careful to make sure you don't hurt your knees.

Mingi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. You settle in between his legs.

You take him in your mouth and Mingi throws his head back. Wooyoung pushes your hair behind your ear so you can see better. "Look at our pretty girl." Wooyoung says as he looks at you eyes filled with love.

"So pretty." Seonghwa says. Mingi puts his hand in your hair. He forces you to take him even more.

Wooyoung looks at Seonghwa. "Can I help you?" Wooyoung says hand on Seonghwas boner. He kisses Seonghwas throat causing him to groan.

Wooyoung massages his boner. "Yeah." Seonghwa says to Wooyoung answering him.

Wooyoung pulls away from Seonghwas throat. Wooyoung pulls Seonghwas cock out and takes him in his hand moving it up and down.

Seonghwa throws his head back moaning out Wooyoungs name.

Wooyoung goes back to kissing and leaving hickies on his throat.

Mingi is close because he starts fucking your throat faster and without a pace anymore.

You let Mingi continue to use you. All the moaning coming from Mingi and Seonghwa has you wet.

Suddenly Mingi stops thrusting and holds you down as he cums down your throat. An extra loud moan comes from Mingi as he cums. As Mingi comes down from his high his grip loosens on your hair.

You pull off of Mingi. He leans down to you placing a kiss on your lips tasting himself.

You look over and Seonghwa lets out a louder moan than he was until he cums on Wooyoungs hands.

Wooyoung pulls hand from Seonghwas cock. His hand sticky but Wooyoung doesn't mind. Wooyoung licks his hand. Seonghwa groans. "You're going to give me another boner." Seonghwa says.

"Good." Wooyoung says back to him. "Want some." Wooyoung says to you like it's candy he's sharing.

He holds his hand out. You lick Wooyoungs fingers getting them clean. Wooyoung watches you as you take his fingers in your mouth. When you finish you pull away.

Wooyoung grabs you by your face and smashes his lips against yours. He makes out with you. His hands go up to your hair pulling you in closer if that's possible. He pulls away.

"You taste great Hwa." Wooyoung says out of breath. Seonghwa groans boner evident.

"I told you Woo." Seonghwa says. Wooyoung smirks. "Get Mingi to help. Me or Y/N haven't came yet and I really need to see her cum." Wooyoung says.

"How would you like it baby?" Wooyoung says facing you again.

"Fuck me." Is what comes out of your mouth.

Wooyoung is surprised that you really want him to be the one to fuck you first. Wooyoung thought it'd be Seonghwa or Mingi that'd get to do it first.

He thought he fucked everything up tonight. That you'd leave him but now you're here in front of him asking him to fuck you.

"What'd you say?" Wooyoung says asking you to make sure he heard correctly.

"Fuck me Woo." You say again.

Wooyoung looks at Seonghwa and Mingi to make sure it's okay with them. Neither does anything indicating he shouldn't and neither objects. Both boys eyes filled with love and adoration even when they both have their dicks out.

Wooyoung looks back at you and smiles softly. "Okay." Wooyoung says as he kisses you. Wooyoung goes to your shorts and pulls them down.

Wooyoung slips off your underwear. He pulls down his sweatpants and his boxers. He presses a finger on your clit watching your reaction. You moan at the feeling.

"Would you like me to fuck you open with my fingers first?" Wooyoung asks. You're soaked but Wooyoung wants to make you as comfortable as possible.

"I think I'm good." You say softly kissing Wooyoung. Wooyoung returns the kiss. He pushes into you slowly letting you adjust.

Wooyoung kisses you again and pushes his tongue into your mouth this time. Wooyoung bottoms out in you as you moan against his tongue. He pulls away letting you let out another moan.

Wooyoung stays still waiting for an okay to continue. You nod letting him know he can continue. Wooyoung starts moving slowly letting you adjust to him. You moan out and that makes him want to fuck into you faster but he doesn't just yet.

Your head goes into Wooyoungs neck.

"Wooyoung." You moan out his name. That's what causes him to fuck you faster.

"Fuck. Say it again." Wooyoung says thrusting into you faster and harder.

"Please say it again." Wooyoung whines out. "Wooyoung." You moan out again.

"You're going to make me cum." Wooyoung says fucking into you as fast and hard as he can.

"Me too." You say. With a few more thrusts you cum. Wooyoung fucks you through your orgasm.

Wooyoung suddenly pulls out and stands up.

He jerks himself off in front of your face.

"Going to cum on that pretty face of yours." Wooyoung says jerking himself off and moaning.

Suddenly he moans out your name spilling onto your face.

Wooyoung whines jerking himself off through his high. Wooyoung collapses onto your body. He stays there for a minute or two. He grabs his shirt and wipes across your face getting most of his cum off your face. He relaxes again this time his back against the couch.

"Hey Mingi has the water going for you guys. I'm going to take her in there I'll be back for you love okay?" Seonghwa says. Wooyoung nods. Seonghwa kisses Wooyoung softly and runs his hand through his hair.

Seonghwa picks you up and you lay your head into his chest. "You did so good." You start to close your eyes. "I'm sorry love but you can't sleep just yet. You need a bath. You're sticky." He says softly.

Seonghwa gets to the bathroom. The door is opened and he walks in. Mingi sits on the side of the tub. "Can you watch her while I get Wooyoung?" Seonghwa says. Mingi lifts you out of Seonghwas arms. "Yeah I got her." Mingi says.

"I'll be back with Wooyoung love." Seonghwa says. He leaves to go get Wooyoung. Mingi sets you in the tub. He grabs a loofah. "How are you feeling love?" Mingi says as he pours your body wash onto the loofah.

"Tired. Sore." You say softly.

"Yeah I bet." Mingi says looking at you with concern.

The door opens with Seonghwa holding Wooyoung in his arms.

Mingi moves out the way so Seonghwa can place Wooyoung in the tub. Wooyoung leans into you tired. Seonghwa grabs another loofah for Wooyoung helping to wash him. "Tired?" Seonghwa says to you both.

"Extremely." Wooyoung says. You nod at his answer.

"Would you like me to do your hair?" Mingi says kissing your cheek after washing your body. You nod knowing that it's probably all knottng up.

After brushing it out and putting shampoo and conditioner and rinsing it he's done.

The boys pick you and Wooyoung up out of the tub drying you and dressing you guys. They carry you to the bedroom and lay beside you.

"I'm sorry." You hear come from beside you. Wooyoungs head hangs low.

He starts crying. "I'm so sorry." Everyone looks at the boy concerned.

"Oh honey. You have nothing to be sorry for." Seonghwa says softly concern and love in his eyes.

"No I do I almost ruined everything over being jealous." Wooyoung says tears still running down his face.

You grab the boys face and make him look you in the eye. "You had every right to be jealous." You say softly. You wipe the tears from his face.

"No and then you felt bad for me so you wanted me to fuck you and I know Mingi and Seonghwa didn't like it. It should've been one of them." Wooyoung says crying still.

Mingi and Seonghwa sit up at hearing the boys words. You sit up too and Wooyoung eventually does the same.

"That's not why I asked you to fuck me." Your thumb wipes away his tears as you hold his face.

"I asked you to fuck me because I wanted you to not because I felt like I owed it to you. I didn't want Seonghwa or Mingi to fuck me because I wanted you to do it so no they shouldn't have." You say pecking his lips.

Mingi speaks up. "If me or Seonghwa had a problem with it we would've said something. We all agreed whoever Y/N chose would be the one to do it and we wouldn't get jealous. I'm not upset about it. I liked watching two of my partners fuck. I wouldn't care if it was you, Seonghwa, and Y/N because I love you three with all my heart. So no it shouldn't have been us instead." Mingi says saying whatever was on his mind.

Seonghwa smiles at Mingi who couldn't have put it better. "Mingi is right. I love you three with all my heart too." Seonghwa says holding the tall boys hand and kissing it.

"I love you all with my heart too." Wooyoung says crying now slowing.

"Good because I feel the same." You say softly.

"You guys need some rest. It's been an eventful night." Seonghwa says laying his head on Wooyoungs shoulder.

"You're right." Wooyoung says as he places a kiss on Mingis lips. Mingi softens as his lips meets Wooyoungs.

You lean over and kiss Seonghwa who is laying on his shoulder.

Wooyoung pulls away and you kiss Mingi next who sighs into the kiss. Suddenly Wooyoung kisses Seonghwa who freezes up. He relaxes after a few seconds.

Wooyoung laughs pulling away.

"I knew it was coming but I can't help it." Seonghwa says who blushes looking down.

"It's so cute seeing you blush when I kiss you yet I just had my hand down your pants jerking you off not even an hour ago." Wooyoung says chuckling.

Seonghwa blushes even harder if that was even possible.

"I don't expect it." Seonghwa says eyes still on the ground.

Mingi and you smile at the teasing boy.

"We need to get to bed don't we." Mingi says chuckling and Seonghwa nods eyes back up. Mingi kisses Seonghwa.

You and Wooyoung get under the blanket.

"You guys aren't going to kiss each other goodnight?" Mingi says to you both eyebrow raised in confusion.

"I think we did a lot of that tonight." Wooyoung says giggling like he hadn't just fucked you dumb. You giggle at his words too.

"I agree." You say smiling at the boy laying in front of you.

"Fair enough." Mingi says as he and Seonghwa get under the blanket as well. Seonghwa turns the light off and turns on the TV.

Mingi wraps his hands around your waist and Seonghwa wraps his hands around Wooyoungs waist.

Wooyoung places his hands on your waist and yours on his. After a few minutes you hear soft snoring coming from behind you and behind Wooyoung. "And I thought we were tired." Wooyoung says quietly laughing hoping it wouldn't wake up his significant others.

"Yeah." You say softly smiling.

Wooyoung pulls you closer and kisses you softly. "I just wanted to tease the boys." Wooyoung says smiling.

"I know." You say smiling back.

"I fucking knew it." Mingi says not actually being asleep.

You and Wooyoung giggle at the older boys words.

"You guys need to get to sleep." Seonghwa says yawning. Mingi had woken him up.

"Sorry." Mingi says quietly.

"It's okay love but it's 4:53." Seonghwa says voice still full of sleep.

"Let's all get some rest." Seonghwa says scooting closer into Wooyoung.

"Okay." Wooyoung says and you nod your head.

You guys all doze off. Each other in your thoughts and how much you guys love one another.

#ateez smut #wooyoung smut #mingi smut #seonghwa smut

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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got so sick (i thought i'd die) (frank Iero x reader)

Kinktober Day 8: Voice Kink

Reader Pronouns: None, but it is implied that the reader has AFAB anatomy

Era: Bullets (2003)

Content:

- Frank languishing with another cold (and being a whiny sub)

- Reader being a concerned partner (and teasing the hell out of him

Word Count: 2,296

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

"Okay, so, I got everything."

You drop the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. Frank looks up at you with sleepy eyes from a bundle of blankets on the couch. "I'm listening," he calls, voice low and raspy.

You chastise yourself for the way that your blood immediately rushes to your cheeks when he speaks to you. You know that he feels like shit, but there's something about the deepness of his voice that makes you want to nurture him... By riding the hell out of him.

Jesus, you think to yourself. Which one of us is the sick one here?

You attempt to chase the thought out of your mind as you rifle through the groceries. "Per your request, I got one two liter Coca-Cola..." You pull the soda out of the bag with a flourish before reaching back in. "And, because there was a buy one, get one half off deal... one ginger ale." You sit the second drink down next to the first on the counter.

"Good choice." Frank shifts slightly on the couch, propping himself up on his elbow. "What else?"

"An excessive amount of Campbell's soup, in both potato and tomato varieties..." You open the cabinet above your head, placing the soup inside. "A jumbo box of saltine crackers... Kleenex... These Luden's cough drops, which are essentially candy... Uh, a bag of tangerines, 'cause Vitamin C is good for you... And last, but certainly not least, two bottles of NyQuil."

Frank sniffles. "Aw, babe. You're the fucking best." He sits up and holds his arms out, dropping his blanket. "C'mere."

You look up from the collection of items on the counter. "But the groceries..."

"Don't care," he replies quickly. "I'm a dying man. I need cuddles."

You shake your head, going back to putting up the groceries.

"Not falling for that," you say, although you know you'll totally fold by the end of the night. You're here to take care of him, germs be damned.

Sometimes it's just fun to get him worked up.

That being said, you aren't quite prepared for exactly how worked up he's going to get.

He lets out a long, miserable whimper. Immediately, your knees turn to jelly.

"Pleeeaaaseee," he whines. "Please come cuddle me. I'm so cold..."

"Alright." You turn around, stomping out of the kitchen and into the living room. With a sigh, you settle next to him on the couch, wrapping your arms around him.

"There we go." He turns so that his head rests on your shoulder. "Thank you, baby."

"Yeah, yeah." You wrinkle your nose as his lips brush against your cheek before he lays his head back down. "Christ, Frank." You reach up, wiping at your face. "Are you trying to give me the plague?"

"It's just a cold," he insists. "Your immune system is nowhere near as fucked up as mine. You'll be good."

"If you say so." Giving up on pretending to be grossed out, you trace your fingers over the tattoos on his arm, humming quietly.

He whines again, burying his face in your shirt. "My skin hurts. Like, all over."

"It's because you have a fever." Your other hand comes up to rest against his forehead before pulling away. "You're definitely warm."

"Your hands are cold. Feels nice." He buries his face in your neck before letting out another whimper. "I don't feel good."

You feel your face heating up again. This is ridiculous. You know you shouldn't be getting wet from hearing your sick boyfriend ham it up for your attention, but...

"I know you don't," you say. "But you've gotta stop being so pathetic."

He sniffs as he lifts his head, looking up at you. "But I am pathetic."

"Yeah, but..." You shift, attempting to hide your reddening face from him. "It's just a cold, Frankie. You said it yourself. You'll survive."

He chuckles, though it sounds a little more like a cough. "This is, like, the sixth time I've gotten sick this year," he says. "I think I'm entitled to a bit of bitching and moaning."

Yeah, you think. Especially the moaning. Wanna hear what that sounds like with you in this absolute state.

You don't reply. Don't even look at him. You know that you have to be turning bright fucking red by now.

Fuck. Why can't you just be normal about this?

"Why are you being so fucking weird about this, anyway?" Frank presses. "You won't even look at me. Am I really that disg—"

"No," you cut him off, turning to face him. "No, you're not disgusting, — no more than usual, anyway. I'm just..."

He gives another series of cough-laughs as your face continues to heat up. "Holy shit," he rasps. "Are you... Are you fucking turned on right now?"

You can't tell him that you aren't, of course. But admitting it would seem sadistic.

Or maybe masochistic? You don't know. This whole thing is pretty fucking embarrassing.

"It's not for the reason you think," you tell him. As though that makes it any better. "It's not like I enjoy seeing you suffer or anything..."

"I'd hope not," he replies. "I feel like death warmed over. Nothing sexy about that to me, but..."

"It isn't because you're sick," you clarify. "Not at all. And, like, I feel bad, because I want to take care of you, but..." You shift your gaze towards the floor.

"It's your voice," you admit quietly. "It's just all... deep and rough, and... God, Frank, when you fucking whine..."

"Fuck," he murmurs. "You're serious, aren't you?"

You laugh despite yourself. "Sorry, babe. I'm a fucking freak."

"No, no. It's okay. Uh, more than okay, actually..." One of his hands brushes over your thigh. You squirm slightly against him.

"I'm glad one of us is getting something out of my condition, at least..." he continues. "Just... Didn't expect it..."

His face is so close to yours. You know that you already have his germs all over you, so...

Fuck it.

He lets out a surprised squeak as you press your lips against his, hard. He kisses back, slowly, somewhat hesitantly, only pulling away when you climb into his lap. "Babe," he says. "You're gonna get sick..."

You laugh. "Like I wasn't going to from having you lay all over me?" You brush your hand over the side of his feverish face. He lets out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch.

He looks up at you, eyes wide and dark-circled. Your heart leaps in your chest.

"Let me help you feel better, baby," you tell him before leaning down to kiss his neck.

"Christ," he hisses, throwing his head back as you trace over the scorpion tattoo with your tongue. His hands fall to your hips, squeezing lightly.

You pull back, meeting his gaze. "How's that?"

Judging by the way that he's squeezing your waist, you think you know the answer. Still, you want to hear him beg.

"Feels so good, baby. Don't st— Oh, fuck." He lets out the prettiest gasping moan when your lips return to his neck at the same time that you grind your hips down against him.

You can't help but let out a soft sound of your own before repeating the action. Whatever you have to do to get those noises out of him, you'll absolutely do it.

You move slowly and deliberately against him. The friction is enough to make you squirm. Judging by the way that Frank grabs your hips and pulls you forward, you imagine it feels pretty good on his end, too.

The string of words falling from his lips only confirm this. "You're so fucking hot," he rambles. "Seeing you on top of me, grinding on me like this... God, I can hardly think straight..."

You plan on ensuring that he can't think straight at all. You lean in to kiss him again, tugging slightly on his lip ring as you roll your hips harder against his.

The long whine that he lets out is music to your ears. The pleading that follows is even better. "Please," he whimpers. "Please, just... Don't even know what I'm asking for, Christ..."

"But you sound so pretty when you beg." Your mouth travels from the edge of his lips to his jaw, kissing your way down the front of his neck. Your tongue flicks out, trailing down his feverish skin again. He lets out another groan, hips bucking against you.

"Please," he says again. "I need... More of something, God..."

"Need more?" You lift your hips slightly, only to rest your hand on his obvious bulge. You palm him through his jeans, feeling a spark of satisfaction as he gasps and arches his back, pushing his hips up into your hand.

"Does that feel good?" you tease him, rubbing hard against the denim. "Tell me, baby."

"Y-yes, feels so good... Fuck..." His hips stutter against your hand as his head falls back. Another desperate whine breaks up from his throat. "Please," he begs. "Please, God... Oh, shit..." His hips jump again. He's practically humping your hand, desperation becoming him. You're tempted to increase your pace and let him come, watch him make a mess of himself. And yet...

You pull your hand back, moving away from him slowly. You are immediately rewarded by a pitiful mewl from Frank.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks.

Rather than giving him a verbal reply, you sink down to your knees in front of the couch. The widening of Frank's eyes tells you that he gets the idea.

"Oh," he breathes as your hands return, this time to undo his fly. "That's... Okay, yeah..." He lets out another pathetic gasp as you take his cock in your hand. Your thumb brushes over the head, slow, teasing. He's already leaking precome. You know that if you tease him too much, he'll probably be past the point of no return. Still, the look of bliss on his face is just too hard to resist.

It only gets better when you wrap your lips around him, taking him into your mouth all at once.

"Fuck," he curses shakily.

Your eyes cast upwards to look at his face, only to see his head thrown back. His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging open. You run your tongue across the underside of his head, inspiring another trembling moan.

"Do that again?" he murmurs quietly.

More than eager to please him, you oblige. You feel his hips stutter just before his fingers thread through your hair, pulling your head down all the way. You gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat.

"I'm sor— oh, fuck." His breathing falls out of time as you pull back before taking him all the way down again, killing his apology before it can even pass his lips. He tugs at your hair again, panting through a mixture of praises and pleas.

"So fucking good, baby... Please..."

You hum against him, tongue travelling slowly up across the base of him again. You relish the way that he shivers beneath you, letting out another desperate, shuddering moan in the midst of his uneven breaths.

You can feel yourself growing wetter with every debauched whine, your fingers digging into his thigh as you speed up your ministrations once again. You swear that you could probably come from hearing those sounds alone, if given the time.

As it stands, you don't believe you're going to get that opportunity today. Frank lets out a high-pitched gasp, giving your hair another slightly-too-sharp tug.

"Fuck..." he curses through a trembling exhale. "Not gonna last..."

This desperate declaration only spurs you on further. You bob your head up and down faster until he yanks at your hair with surprising force, spilling down your throat with a loud groan.

You swallow around him, making sure that you collect every last drop before pulling your head away. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before looking up at him, your eyes still watering slightly. "You good?"

He huffs out a shaky laugh, his chest still heaving. "I'm good. I'd ask you the same thing, if you didn't totally just contract whatever I have..."

You roll your eyes as you stand up, settling back onto the couch next to him. "I told you I didn't care about that." You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, your hand brushing over his chest as you pull away. "Go get yourself cleaned up," you urge him. "Don't turn the water up too hot, though. Don't want to drive your fever up any."

You stand up, heading back for the kitchen. "I'll have your dinner and medicine ready for you when you get out," you continue. "We can watch a movie or something."

"I'm gonna marry you one day, you know that?" You hear the floor creak as Frank readjusts himself and stands up. A few moments later, you feel a pair of arms snaking around your waist as you wash your hands, preparing to heat up the soup. "First you blow me while I'm sick... then you fix me dinner..." He presses a kiss against the back of your neck before pulling back. "I can't let go of you now. You're every man's dream."

You roll your eyes playfully. "I think you need higher standards," you say. "Now go bathe. The longer I sit around breathing your air, the sooner I'm gonna keel over."

He rests his head on your shoulder. "I'll take care of you when you're sick, too," he says. "I'll eat you out. It's only fair."

"A vicious cycle." You push him away. "Go shower. For real." You grin, shaking your hands off. "If you stick around any longer, I might ask you to get a head start."

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shanksbaby · 1 year

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Shunsui Kyoraku x reader - Never enough pt1

warning: just some angs + events concern pre-tbyw

i will write the part 2 soon dw!!

ever since you were young, you had a crush on Captain Kyoraku, you admired him from afar: he was the strongest among the captains (excluding old Yamamoto), but he was so kind and humble. In fact, it is because of him that you have chosen to become a shinigami by enrolling in the academy.

luck would have it that you were in the same regiment as your beloved Captain. You thought it was also a way to get closer to him, to admire him more closely. Then you collided with reality …

not only did he seem not to care too much about you (but after all, were you just a sub that you expected?) but you were constantly watching him filter through with other women. and in the meantime, your love for him grew. How ironic, right?

you had also tried to approach him sometimes but nothing, every time you made yourself red as a tomato and apologized as you left. You couldn't look him in the eye. And you hated yourself so much: did you want to get close to him and then you couldn't even say a word? you felt so pathetic.

but one day, you caught him making out with another woman, a subordinate of Captain Muruguma. at the sight of your captain giving someone else a passionate kiss, your chest started to ache, excruciating pain; as tears flowed from your eyes.

suddenly his gaze falls on you, a grainy look - because were you watching him make out or because were you crying? you did not know -.after seconds of tranche, you ran away, trying to get away as much as possible. How did you explain this to Captain Kyoraku now? He was easy-going sure but maybe he could get angry because you had peeked, not to mention that you cried like a baby.

the next day, with the few shreds of dignity you had left, you went to work anyway, aware of the fact that you would probably meet with your captain. And in fact…

" Captain! " you say surprise as soon as you meet his gaze and then make a half bow, keeping your head down as a sign of respect. "I'm sorry about what happened. please forgive me "suddenly these words came out of your mouth. you still remained with your head down for fear of meeting his gaze.

" Y\N- chan "he replies with a smile, and hearing your name on his lips sends you into fribillation "It's all good, don't worry".

his words relieved you slightly, knowing he wasn't angry comforted you and the fact that he didn't mention your tears meant he probably didn't notice, right? You raise your head and murmur a thank you. He just smiles at you and pulls the big hat over his head before turning around.

and that's where you notice the same girl from yesterday, she was waiting for him … So it wasn't just a flirt? And why do you keep getting this feeling of jealousy? What right do you have?

you stood for a few seconds watching them hold hands, she put her head on his body, then you turned around to continue doing your work. You had to search an area for very powerful Hollows.

needless to say you were distracted, you kept thinking about that woman and shunsui, them together, and here is that feeling appearing again. You were wondering while you were looking around what she had more than you: probably everything, she was beautiful, tall, she had a gorgeous smile and her manner seemed so kind and elegant ..

and just as you thought back to your flaws and that woman's strengths, a Hollow appears from behind, attacks you quickly and unfortunately manages to hit you. From the collision with him you are injured in a leg and an arm.

'shit' you think.both arms and legs hurt, and you can't move properly while the hollow seemed so fast, so try to get away and cast some spells, instead of using your sword. unfortunately you weren't an expert, so the damage the hollow took was minimal.

you thought you were going to die, when suddenly your beloved Captain Shunsui arrives on the scene: immediately killing the Hollow.

"Y \ N, are you okay?"he then asks you coming up against you, you are about to murmur something but the injuries suffered are excessive and then you faint in his arms.

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rgr-pop · 3 months

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last night i made ginger carrot mushroom dumplings with dumpling sauce, sour spicy cold noodles, tomato egg drop soup with tofu and some carrot slaw as well as the BA (archived, no clicks) french yogurt cake. everybody got seconds of everything 🥰

dumplings: i don’t think i’ll bother making the dough from scratch again, made it kind of ugly, but batched dumplings is a totally perfect meal for me to prep and it may become my signature. i am always looking for the best stuff i can mostly prep ahead to lower day-of hosting stress, which this menu achieved really well. as for the filling, i improvised the mushroom sub for meat and it was fine but i would have preferred tofu. the finely grated carrot was amazing and i can’t wait to put that in other kinds of dumplings (ravioli, pierogi, DONUTS??)

dumpling sauce: black vinegar for a dumpling is probably close to my favorite thing to eat on earth but i’m still calibrating my favorite way to do it. i hewed pretty close to the CJ eats but ended up adding twice the vinegar to my own (and it was too salty for me). i made a jar of this then put out all the condiments and gave everyone dishes to mix up what they wanted and this worked great.

noodles: i did woks of life exactly for this, with the spaghetti. i’d prefer more heat and a black vinegar instead, but i will eat this all the time forever. currently having leftovers for lunch. if you come to my holidays look forward to cold spaghetti forever!

soup: i’ve really been trying to learn more soups that start from something other than onions, and i love chinese cooking for that, but it can sometimes be hard to cook meatless. i love how fast chinese soups can come together without meat, and i love the approach of adding a little liquid to a liquid to build a broth—can be very different from euro canon and has helped me learn better instincts. i talked to a vietnamese friend and she suggested getting into rice porridges for guests, great idea. my thing is i always want a vegetarian soup for everybody, and i think vegetarians get fed the same flavor profiles over and over again, and i really love tofu and want to treat veg eaters to really good preparations of tofu grounded in where tofu comes from, which happens to also be my favorite cuisine. so i have to get good at it! but this soup was Not Good to me until i put that egg in and some sesame oil on top. truly trust the process i guess!

i had thought about frying tofu for this meal but it would have been too much. i think with the dipping sauce setup i would have preferred to have two types of things to dip though.

carrot slaw was a last minute addition because i didn’t think i had enough food and it wasn’t as good as it is when i pickle it. the carrots this month have been truly divine.

cake: this was good and easy but probably missing the effortlessness of the french yogurt cake. would like to try again with french instead of greek yogurt (what i had). what is it about BA that they’re like what if you made a cake that tasted like oil? my house SMELLED like CANOLA OIL and i found it offputting. they’re gonna have us doing vegetable oil drizzles on ice cream in june i swear to god

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borathae · 2 years

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“Yoongi tries to fight the restraints, having come to realise that they won’t budge. No matter how hard he tries, he won’t find freedom through fighting. He huffs out air, dropping his head in exhaustion. So here he is. On his knees with a blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied up above his head. He is your prisoner now. His fate is to take what you give him.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, mean Dom!Reader, bratty masochist!Yoongi, abduction roleplay, prisoner roleplay, he is fighting being her captive just so she can put him into his place, he also wants her to push him around when his hands are tied, rough treatment, primal play? idk if I can call it like that, biting, use of blindfolds, rope bondage, kneeling, degradation & name calling, dirty talk, face & cock slapping, bondage to a wooden post & to the bed, “forced” stripping, knife play :), nipple play, scent kink, drool, oral (f.receiving), finger sucking, face sitting, Yoongi and his long monster tongue fucking her senseless (i will go down with this trope), he is also trying to control his strength, panties as a gag, choking, breath play, she rides him, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms (m. & f.receiving), squirting for both ;), tears, the softest aftercare, sweet pillowtalk, they are just horny & kinky and so in love :(

Wordcount: 12.4k

a/n: y’all sometimes I am in a mood. This was such a mood. I just thought of Sanguis!Yoongi and came to the conclusion that he is the type of sub who is way too into being treated roughly & disrespectfully. And boi, can this man take a good consensual beating, he’d probably beg you to do it harder before he’s even as much as satisfied. I am- just read for yourselves, Imma head out now and scream into the void 🥴💛

“You want me to be what?” you squeak out, staring at Yoongi with widened eyes.

You and him had been relaxing by the lake for the last few hours. It was a really beautiful day. Sunny and with clear skies. Yoongi had wanted to stay inside in his dark, cold wing, but you dragged him outside, telling him that he’s an old grumps and that Vitamin D and some warmth will do him good. Then you forced him to help you row a boat and sit in the sunlight. He tried to pretend that he didn’t like it, but then proceeded to fall asleep with his head on your lap and his arms hugging your leg rather tightly. You found it beyond adorable because he purred quietly as he slumbered and each time you stopped petting his hair he just kind of huffed out air until you pet him again. Truly, it was beyond adorable. The sun however is sweltering, which is why you and him found refuge under some trees by now, sharing a picnic blanket and eating grapes.

“I want you to be my kidnapper, who regularly uses my body for her pleasure”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, keeping his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?”

Yoongi peels his left eye open.

“What?”

“I was telling you about our tomato plants and you drop that bomb of a confession on me.”

Yoongi closes his eyes again and shimmies into a more comfortable position.

“I’m just saying, no need to overreact that way”, he mumbles nonchalantly.

Just a second later and his lips curl into an amused smirk as he feels your hand strike his chest in a soft nudge.

“I’m not overreacting, you have terrible timing.”

“I think my timing was perfect.”

“No”, you laugh, “no, it was terrible”

Yoongi opens his eyes, turning his head so he could look at you better. Even now after he shocked you with such a confession, your eyes sparkle in love for him.

“I was thinking about it”, he says.

“Oh?” your eyebrows shoot up, “so that’s what you’re thinking about when I’m talking to you?”

“Not always, just today.”

“Wow”, you laugh, nudging his chin, “you’re so rude. Are my tomatoes not good enough?”

“No, they’re great”, he touches your collarbones, tracing them slowly, “I can’t wait to taste them.”

You giggle, drawing closer to him.

“I want to make tomato sauce with you once we have lots of ripe ones.”

“Yes, okay. I know a really good recipe”, Yoongi answers you, “we’ll make enough to get us through winter.”

“Yes”, you whisper in awe, “that would be so awesome.”

“Mhm-hm, then we’ll do it”, he says softly, letting his eyes race over your features.

There is some silence between you and him. Yoongi continues tracing your collarbones while you study his face.

“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” you whisper.

Yoongi nods his head.

“And what exactly are you imagining?”

Yoongi rolls onto his stomach, props himself up on his elbow and wraps his arm around your waist. He tilts his head to the side and leans in.

Then he whispers.

He whispers every single little detail of his darkest fantasy to you and it feels as if he was making love to you with just his sweet voice and sinful words.

“Holy fuck, Yoongi”, you croak once he pulls back, feeling weak-kneed even now that you are lying down.

“Think you can do that?” he asks with his pupils dilated and his breathing quickened.

You nod your head slowly.

“Yeah”, you croak.

“Fuck, princess”, he tugs you snug against his hips. They just kind of start moving against you all while his once calm hand begins groping at your side.

“You want to do it right now, don’t you?”

He nods his head, basically undressing you with his eyes.

You feel the same. You are pretty sure you soaked through your panties by now.

“Should we pack up and go back to the estate?”

“I’d be down”, he rasps.

Yoongi collides with the wall, writhing desperately in his fight for air. His throat rattles, his eyes are threatening to roll back.

“Don’t run away from me”, you bark, gripping him by his shoulders to press him against the rough brick wall. It forces his head to collide with it and for just a second he feels dizzy.

Your rough handling rubs the skin on his elbows open and Yoongi wiggles in his attempt to escape. Not that he can. His arms are tied, as are his wrists.

“Let me go”, he presses out through gritted teeth.

“No. You’re coming with me.”

You twist him around and dig your nails into the back of his neck to push.

Yoongi growls, fighting you fruitlessly. He is at your mercy now.

He was so close to escaping. He just had to run faster and he could have tasted freedom. But he didn’t and because of it, you caught him, now dragging him back to the imprisonment he just managed to escape from.

He isn’t supposed to be here. He never was and never will. He is your captive, whose only home has become the cold prisons and your bedroom.

You lead him past his open prison cell. He slipped past you as you opened it, thinking that this would finally give him his freedom back.

“Where are you taking me?” he gasps now that you aren’t taking him back to the cell.

“You know where.”

“No”, Yoongi chokes out, “not there.”

“You should have thought about the consequences before trying to escape.”

“I’m going to kill you”, he spits, “there will come a day when I will put my hands around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.”

You sneak a glance at him. You know that this is a roleplay. Yoongi told you that this is what he wants. To be your prisoner, who is captured against his will and whose body gets used for your pleasure. And that he will fight you for as long as possible. Also that you shouldn’t be offended by anything he will say as his words during the play are not how he truly thinks about you.

It still feels peculiar to have him plot your murder oh so loudly.

“I’d like to see you try. We’ll see where it’ll get you”, you spit, pushing him up the stairs, “if I remember correctly, last time you tried, I had you living in my little cage for a week. Maybe it’s time to bring it back.”

Yoongi sends you a poisonous look over his shoulder. You push him harder, making him stumble and fall.

“Oh”, you gasp, “sorry, are you okay my prince?” you falter, “no wait”, you pause and laugh, “I mean…get up, idiot.”

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, sneaking a glance at you. His eyes carried his honest emotions in them.

“Don’t feel bad, handle me with utter disrespect.”

You nod your head vigorously.

“Yeah I’m trying. It won’t happen again…I think.”

Yoongi grins.

“Fuck princess, now I’m out of the headspace. You have to get me back there again.”

“Uhm…okay.”

Slap.

The sound echoes through the entire cellar and deep into the system of tunnels under the city. Your palm burns.

Yoongi looks baffled.

You just struck him across the face, doing so with your entire strength. He blinks, tries to look at you again, but fails. He barely manages to close his eyes before you blind him with the help of a cotton cloth. You close it behind his head, doing so roughly.

Yoongi has no idea where exactly you hid that cloth as he expected you to put it on his face when you are in your bedroom, but he won’t complain. It’s that added factor of being completely taken by surprise which makes the entire roleplay feel oh so real.

“Don’t look at me and keep walking”, you bark, slapping his head to the front before grabbing him by the back of his neck again to push him.

Yoongi stumbles. Not only up the stairs, but back into his headspace as well.

“I’ve got people looking for me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous”, you scoff, “I know you, you’re a loner. Why do you think I picked you?”

Yoongi stumbles. He expected another step but was met with the ground. It made him stumble and for you to pull him back up by his elbows.

“Fucking idiot, watch where you’re walking.”

Yoongi wiggles and huffs out air, regretting it as a second later he has you pushing him so harshly he almost falls down.

“People will still notice.”

“I doubt it”, you say, “now walk, I’m tired of pushing you.”

Yoongi hears doors close then your steps become muffled by carpet. The smell of plants tickles his nose. He knows exactly where you and him are right now. Your hallway. Not long and he will be captured in your bedroom while you do whatever you want with him.

This is his last chance.

Yoongi knows that once those golden doors close, he will be fucked. Quite literally.

“Argh”, he growls and twists around.

It surprises you and you end up stumbling to the side as Yoongi pushes you and then runs.

“What the fuck?” he hears you gasp behind him and it makes him smile in triumph.

He did it. He stunned you. After all those months of ever repeating days and long nights in your chambers, Yoongi finally stunned you.

“Where are you going? Come back!”

Yoongi runs as best as possible, using his senses to guide him. It is hard, his throat aches in his quick pants. If only his wrists weren’t tied so tightly. If only his arms weren’t so constrained. He could pull the blindfold down. But he can’t and so he is left stumbling in the dark while trying to find his orientation through nothing but scent.

Freedom smells sweet and it comes closer and closer. The door must be near.

Just a few more steps. Not long. Come now, run faster. Run.

He meets the hardness of the door harshly. His body gets knocked into it, the side of his head collides with it and his arms ache as they get crushed between the wood and his torso. It wasn’t his doing, but yours.

“Urgh”, he groans, feeling genuine surprise.

You have caught up with him, now pressing him against the door after having pushed him.

"Don’t run", you hiss, "You can’t run. Don’t you get it? You’re mine."

“I hate you”, he croaks.

“You think I care? Doesn’t matter if you hate me or not, your cock’s good enough for me”, you hiss and Yoongi swears that he has never been hard quicker than he managed to be right now.

With a harsh tug on his hair you pull him back down the hallway, “follow me.”

And Yoongi follows, stumbling while his head is dizzy in excitement.

You push him into your bedroom. Yoongi stumbles and falls to his knees, crawling away from you instantly.

He could locate you. Just by your scent or your sounds. But he forces his vampiric senses to stop. He wants to be clueless. He wants to crawl around the floor like a helpless animal until you catch him and do whatever you want with him.

Obviously the whatever had been thoroughly discussed and planned by the two of you beforehand, but Yoongi has realised by now that you like to add your own little spice to it. And that spice is making him burn up in arousal.

Just as right now when you catch him and then drag his feet back, forcing him to fall down. With a skilled grip, you manage to flip him over and a second later Yoongi feels your weight on his ribcage. He wiggles, kicking the ground fruitlessly. You are keeping him down, making breathing just that tiny bit harder.

Light greets his eyes. You tugged the blindfold down for now, pinning him down with madness in your eyes. Yoongi should be scared, nervous, frightened but all he feels is way too much awe for you. Also there might be a possibility that his cock throbbed at the view, but let’s not concentrate on that embarrassing thought right now.

You grip his chin with two fingers, squishing his cheeks together. Your lips curl into a dark smirk, the kind which twists Yoongi’s stomach in arousal.

“You’re so adorable”, you taunt, “did you really think you could escape me?” you coo sickeningly sweet, running your fingers through his hair.

Yoongi hisses, baring his teeth as he tries to move his head away from your touch. It doesn’t work, it just makes you twist his hair and then push his head down on the floor.

“I’ve had stronger boys than you in captivity. Your miniscule attempts mean nothing to me. They just amuse me.”

Yoongi huffs out air, but feels electric. You are so mean. Fuck, this gets him off so good.

“Wait”, you furrow your brows, “why are you making that face? What’s wrong? Am I too rough?” you ask, placing your hands on his cheeks to caress them softly. You sound like his princess. Sweet and full of love.

He shakes his head, faltering in his composure. He loves you so much. Oh my god, he loves you like crazy.

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers.

“You-”, you blink rapidly, flustering, “oh wow, uhm”, you laugh shyly, reaching out to caress his temples, “you’re stupid. Don’t say that when I’m trying to be mean to you.”

He laughs.

“You were the one who asked.”

“Yes, but you’ll really tell me when I go too far. Won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Okay”, you have to smile, “oh Yoongs, you look so handsome like this”, you say in a giggle, feeling up his face and leaning in.

You kiss him. Yoongi kisses you back even if he shouldn’t for the sake of the roleplay. But he can’t help himself. Your kiss is so good. You feel so amazing.

You bite his lower lip then. Hard and rough. It surprises Yoongi, who ends up moaning into the kiss while squirming under your weight. You pull back with a giggle, letting his lip slip out of your teeth when it physically can’t follow you anymore. Oh how it leaves it burning and aching for another bite.

You sit up, putting your entire weight on his chest while gazing at his face with lovedrunk eyes. And while you do, you trace his features.

“Princess hey”, he whispers, “you’re supposed to be mean to me.”

“Huh?” you blink rapidly to get out of your lovedrunk trance.

“You’re supposed to be mean”, he whispers, giving you a little grin.

“Urgh, I know”, you whine, “goddamn it, I always slip out of the role. Sorry, I just want to praise you all the time because you’re so handsome and sexy.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he makes sure.

“Yes, I’m having so much fun”, you nod your head, “and you?”

“Yeah, I have so much fun.”

You giggle, “good. I try to do a good job, because I want to make it the best experience ever.”

“You’re doing amazing, princess. When you threw me against the wall, that was hot as fuck.”

“Fuck, Yoongs”, you begin squirming, feeling up his face.

“So be mean. I’m serious, fucking hurt me princess.”

“Okay, I will. I just have to be serious”, you furrow your brows, “got to be angry and scary and beat your ass.”

Yoongi smiles fondly.

“What? Stop looking at me”, you hiss and tug the blindfold back on his eyes, “disgusting.”

He feels short of air, which is quite ironic because your weight leaves his ribcage, but he still does. You are so perfect in that role. He hadn’t expected you to switch back so easily, but you did. Of course you did, because you are perfect.

“Fuck”, he presses out.

He can barely take in air and you have already dragged him to his knees, using the thick ropes around his wrists to tug him over the ground.

Yoongi can barely follow you, feeling every rough stumble his knees have to pillow. And he loves it. He fucking loves it, fighting you just so you can drag him rougher and he struggles even more.

You stop and twist him. His back hits the hardness of your bedpost. He isn’t on the bed, but kneeling right in front of it.

That wasn’t in the plan, which turns Yoongi on even more.

The pressure on his arms subsides, he can move them again. For just a second because then you force them high above his head and restrain them against the bedpost.

Yoongi wants to moan but retorts to growling in anger instead. He has to stay in the role.

“Release me”, he spits, “you fucking bitch, release me.”

“Never. You’re mine now.”

Yoongi tries to fight the restraints, having come to realise that they won’t budge. No matter how hard he tries, he won’t find freedom through fighting.

He huffs out air, dropping his head in exhaustion. So here he is. On his knees with a blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied up above his head. He is your prisoner now. Despite all his attempts at fighting for his freedom, he is back to where he started. Maybe even in a far worse situation than before. At least in his cell he had freedom to move around, now he doesn’t. His fate is to take what you give him.

First his head gets yanked back into an upright position. Then he feels your strong fingers holding it tightly. It squishes his cheeks.

“I should keep you like this”, your voice is raspy, “just tied up and blindfolded and with the knowledge that you’re at my mercy.”

Yoongi swallows down a moan.

He releases it when a second later you slap his cheek. Not as hard as you did in the cellar, it was more of a harsh nudge.

He tenses up, giving you a deep growl. The amused chuckle you let out taunts him.

“You’re adorable”, you say and pat the crown of his head.

“You’re the worst.”

“Oh, I know. I’m very well aware of it”, you snicker devilishly and come closer to tickle his ear with your lips.

Yoongi holds his breath.

“What I’m going to do to you will redefine the word sadistic”, you whisper, watching in delight how he shudders and tilts his head back in bliss.

You place your tongue on his neck and lick it. Yoongi fights it because that is what he is supposed to do right now, but all he wants to do is moan your name and shiver. To have you lick his neck with such confidence after whispering such words to him turns him on so much.

You moan, taking his earlobe between your teeth. And while you do, you let your hands disappear in his pants, cupping his buttocks and using the grip to press his hips into yours. You make him grind against you, releasing his ear to lick the other side of his neck.

“Fuck”, he croaks, arching his back.

“See? I told you, you like it when I turn you on”, you taunt and let your left hand disappear between his buttocks. Your fingers press hard, eliciting an actual surprised gasp from Yoongi. They won’t slip in, but it doesn’t make a difference. Yoongi feels the pressure on his rim while his cock is grinding against your thigh and that is enough.

“You think I like it?” he tries to sound angry but fuck, he just wants to moan, “it’s biology. Nothing more.”

“I don’t think so. I think you’re secretly a whore for my touches.”

Yoongi wants to agree, but flashes his fangs instead.

Not that you see them, you are way too busy nibbling on his ear and driving him crazy in the process.

“That’s why you haven’t tried to escape yet. Be honest Yoongi, you love being my sex slave.”

He doesn’t know what turns him on more. You using his name with such mockery in your voice or you calling him your sex slave. Maybe it’s both. Yes, it’s definitely both.

“I’ll kill you”, he presses out, gasping a second later when you manage to breach him just enough that your fingertip is inside.

“Maybe, that’d be fun”, you laugh in mockery, “but first I’m going to reduce you to nothing.”

You force it deeper, just past your first knuckle. The breach burns from the friction, leaving him clenching around you.

“Ah, f-fuck”, he croaks, chasing your touch in a roll of his hips.

You slip your finger out again, smirking darkly when Yoongi seems to huff out air in desperation. Truly, it is a shame that you have to stop, but you have more important things to do. Such as getting him naked.

You yank his pants down, keeping them around his thighs just so he feels even more constrained. It is thrilling to watch just how hard his cock already is, springing free once the fabric is gone.

“Look at that. You’re so hard”, you taunt, hovering your hand over his cock just close enough that Yoongi can feel the warmth of it.

He is going to lose his mind. The blindfold is making him so sensitive to everything that touches his skin. And the fact that you are not touching his cock feels like torture.

The warmth disappears again. He feels your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

“You are seriously so amusing. You’re really telling me that you feel nothing when your cock’s that fucking hard already”, you say and laugh menacingly, ripping the first three buttons open.

They rip off easily, landing somewhere in the room. You touch his exposed chest, feeling it up with eager palms.

Yoongi chases it with an arch of his back before he realises that he has to fight you. He proceeds to wiggle then.

“This doesn’t mean anything”, he hisses.

“Tell yourself that if it makes you sleep easier at night”, you say, hooking your fingers in his shirt to get rid of the rest of the buttons as well. You tug hard. The buttons rip off and disappear somewhere on this well polished floor.

The ruined tunic falls open, revealing Yoongi’s torso to your hungry eyes. His stomach is stretching in the position you forced him in, making the slightest valley appear between his lowest ribs. You reach out and touch it, forcing a flinch to run through his body as he hadn’t expected it.

His skin feels like silk. Oh so soft that you want to spend hours worshipping it. But you can’t, not right now. Not when you have to make sure that your boytoy gets stripped.

You stand up and grab the knife you had laid out on the mattress. Yoongi is listening to you, moving his head into the direction of where your steps are headed.

“What are you doing?” he asks angrily.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you throw back, carrying mockery in your sweet voice.

Yoongi grinds his teeth, listening to your steps with bated breath. He can’t figure out what you are doing. Not being able to see is driving him insane.

You grip the hem of his sleeve, forcing his hand to ball into a fist in reaction.

There you are. Back with him. Yoongi is panting in an instant. Feeling charged in electricity.

You begin to cut down his sleeve, making sure that he feels every new inch of skin the knife exposes.

Yoongi wiggles and huffs out air. So that’s what you are doing. Stripping him like it was nothing. Fuck, and you are using the knife for it. Yoongi didn’t think you would, that it would be nothing but a prop for later and now here he is. Getting stripped naked with a knife.

“Fuck off”, he hisses, fighting the restraints.

You chuckle. Next the other sleeve. You cut slow and precise, basking in his attempts to fight the ropes.

“Leave me alone”, Yoongi growls, wiggling his wrist.

“Careful, I’ll cut you otherwise”, you warn with boredom in your voice.

“No, I’ll cut you. Just you wait, once I’m free I-”, Yoongi growls then gasps.

You cut his skin. Right on his biceps. It’s not a deep cut. More like a little scrape. But it burns nonetheless, sending electricity through his veins.

He grunts, lifting his head to send you a frown. You merely chuckle.

“Serves you right”, you say and cut the last inch of fabric.

The tunic falls from his body, pooling by his knees. So there he is. With his torso exposed and his hard cock out.

You squat down again, keeping the knife in your palm. You touch him, running your hands down his exposed arms.

“Now you look the part”, you say, “naked. Just for me.”

Yoongi growls, furrowing his brows as best as possible. He can’t show it how good you feel. Not again. He’s been faltering too much already.

“You’re such a slut, Yoongi. You’re seriously just getting naked like that. Are you doing this for everyone?” you taunt, massaging his hips, “I bet you do. Slut.”

Yoongi throbs. You see it. He feels it.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you like it when I call you out on being a slutty boy.”

His cock throbs again. He squirms.

“Keep dreaming”, he growls.

You smirk and grab his hips harshly. Then you lean in, connecting the flat of your tongue with his lower stomach. You lick right up his torso, taking the path in the middle. Not once you break away, licking him all the way from his happy trail up to where his collarbones begin.

Yoongi is wheezing, making the softest of sounds when you twist his hair and tilt his head to the side just so you can whisper into his ear.

“You have no idea how I feed off your taste, Yoongi”, you rasp, “that’s why you’re my favourite.”

A bite follows. Harsh, digging right into the sensitive flesh of his neck. The blindfold makes the bite feel a dozen times more intense. Oh Yoongi is squirming, gasping for air.

“Leave me alone”, he croaks.

Teeth break through. His veins bubble in pleasure. His neck burns unbearably.

“Ah, ___”, he moans, leaking precum from the sheer amount of ecstasy the pain makes him feel.

The bite stops. Yoongi feels so sad. He wants more.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you are taunting him, “don’t forget your place, Yoongi.”

“Sorry, felt so good. Couldn’t help it”, he murmurs, burning up.

The giggle you let out, lets him know that you are melting at his words.

“Mhm Yoongi”, you sigh and dive in for another bite.

It pinches first, then borders unbearable.

Yoongi groans, fluttering his lashes even with the blindfold on.

“I’ll kill you, leave me be”, he warns for the sake of the roleplay.

The bite stops, leaving behind painful disappointment.

“No. I told you. You’re my favourite Yoongi and I intend to play with my favourites until they are so used up and ruined I…well…”, you chuckle darkly.

Your fingertips dance up his torso, stopping at his pecs to trace them. The tip of the knife follows, circling one of his nipples slowly.

“...nobody likes used toys, do they?” you rasp and Yoongi knows exactly what you are insinuating. The only reason why he is still trapped in your bed chambers is because you haven’t grown bored of him yet. Once that day comes, once he is used up to the point of being unable to give you more, you’ll throw him away.

“So you’ll just release me? After all that trouble, you’ll just release me?”

“Release you? Oh”, you laugh darkly, “oh how naive you truly are. No Yoongi, I won’t release you.”

You move closer, pressing your lips right against his ear. The cold blade glides against his throat, sitting there without ever cutting him. The sensation is still enough to send Yoongi’s breathing into a frenzy.

“I’ll slit your throat and make sure nobody will ever find your body, dear”, you rasp, putting just enough pressure on his throat that Yoongi feels the prickle of cold, sharp metal digging into his skin.

“Fuck”, he presses out, tilting his head back.

“Mhm-hm I know. So behave, as long as you’re my good little toy you have nothing to worry here.”

The blade slips from his throat, leaving him gasping for air. He wants more, but doesn’t let it show. Not long however and he feels the blade again. Now dancing down his sternum and leaving goosebumps behind.

Sharp pain follows. Right on his left pec. You cut him, just enough to draw blood for a second before it heals again. Yoongi feels it nonetheless, cursing under his breath.

“That was for trying to run from me”, you tell him, placing the next cut on his right pec. Under his nipple where his skin is so sensitive that Yoongi feels dizzy at the sensation.

“And that was for trying to run from me…again.”

The third cut goes right on his sternum. Yoongi is writhing under the blade, hitting his head on the pole because of how quickly he threw his head back. He hates that he heals. He hates that the burning pain only lasts a second before the nature of his existence fixes him again. He wants to feel it longer. It feels so good when you do it.

“And that was just because I wanted to”, you say and pull back. You touch the healed spots, wiping away the small remainders of blood.

“Fascinating”, you speak, “to think I have someone as fascinating as you in my collection. It’s a shame you’ll be used up one day.”

He huffs out air and bares his teeth. Each time you mention just how replaceable he is, he feels fire run through his veins. You are so fucking mean, so cruel, so awful. It’s driving him insane, makes him literally ache for your touch.

The knife runs down his stomach. Yoongi flinches into the touch, gasps through his mouth. You find it so amusing just how affected he looks. You are very sure that he is not aware that his cheeks are rosy and that his lips are parted in bliss. He may be making sounds of faux disapproval, but his body speaks for itself. You are doing wonders to him right now, playing him as if it was the easiest thing to do.

You were nervous about cutting him at first, you can’t lie. Yoongi had to assure you multiple times that he wanted it and that he wouldn’t hurt. And even then you felt breathless in nervousness as you glided the blade over his skin for that first fateful cut. That nervousness ceased existing when you could watch how his cock began leaking his pleasure the moment that blade breached his skin.

Now you are greedy for more. You set the blade against his lower stomach, drawing the finest of lines. He tugs on the ropes, presses out a curse. The cut heals instantly.

“Truly, it’s so fascinating”, you speak, hating your voice for trembling the way it does. You are so turned on. He is so hot like this.

“No, it’s not”, he spits, sounding out of breath, “you’re nothing but cruel.”

“Yoongi”, you put disappointment into your voice, watching his cock leak in reaction, “I told you. I’ll redefine the word sadistic. Obviously I’m cruel. You really think I lied to you? Of course not. I never lie.”

You give him one long cut across his stomach, basking in delight as he arches into you in a desperate thrust.

“Look at you. Look at how you’re loving it”, you say tauntingly, “oh Yoongi, you are truly such a slut.”

“No, I’m not. I don’t like what you’re doing.”

“Of course you don’t. That’s why you’re fucking the air like a desperate little whore.”

You place your hand under his cock, using it to support his heavy length as you place the knife right against his skin.

He sucks in air, holds it. You run the blade along his cock, starting at the base until you reach the tip. It was nothing more than a little scrape, but Yoongi ruins your palm with his arousal nonetheless. Oh so creamy, you wonder if he actually just climaxed from nothing but a knife against his cock.

You pick up his wetness and spread it over his cock in slow strokes and skilled rolls of your wrist.

“Princess…” he moans, dropping his head as his strength forsakes him.

“Princess?”

You can watch how Yoongi becomes aware of what he just said. His head snaps up again, he tugs at the ropes with a growl.

It makes you chuckle and twist your hand right around his leaking cockhead. He is so adorable when he is so dumb in pleasure that he forgets all about the roleplay.

“You’re sweet. So dumb. I like you like this Yoongi. Sweet and dumb and so into what I’m doing to you”, you coo, playing with his nipple as you jerk him off.

“I’m not into it”, he growls as he feels his nipples harden under your touch.

“Of course not”, you say sarcastically, “just as much as your cock isn’t already creamed and your nipples aren’t so, so hard.”

You lean down and take one of the swollen buds between your teeth. Yoongi chases you with an arch of his back, letting out a shuddering breath at the sharp pressure your teeth cause his nipple to feel.

You release him slowly, dragging your teeth over him until he slips free. You suck hickeys on his chest on your way to his other nipple, making each mark sting. By the time you have reached his other side, you have managed to get him so charged in sensitivity that the first second of your bite is making him tremble in a rapidly approaching high.

He tries and fails not to let it show, scratching his nails down the wooden post while his cock grows heavy in your hand. His hips squirm, his throat rattles in a gasp.

“Oh?” you release his nipple, sneaking a glance up at his blissful face, “what’s wrong? Don’t tell me that you’re close.”

You speed up your hand, forcing his lips to part in an inaudible gasp. He purrs deeply, trying to drag himself up the post but failing.

“Oh, you are. How sweet…”

Any second now. You know his body well enough, that you could probably get the moment right if you started to count. Five, four, three, two and…

You slow down, abandoning his tip to squeeze around his base instead.

“Fuck”, he curses, bucking his hips against nothing, “fucking hell.”

“And here you are still telling yourself that you aren’t into it. What about it now, Yoongi? Mhm? Now you wanna whine about getting edged, mhm? Decide what you want.”

He grinds his teeth, shows them to you with a snarl.

“Doesn’t matter, you are not going to cum for a long time tonight”, you say and abandon his cock entirely to run your hands up his torso instead.

You stand up, dancing your hands along his arm until you reach his bound wrists. You start to undo his knot, making sure that your middle would be oh so close to his face.

Yoongi is dizzy. He can smell you so well all of a sudden. You are fumbling with his ropes and yet all he can concentrate on is the almost unbearably addicting scent of your cunt. It’s so sweet. Fuck, he is salivating like a stupid dog. It’s dripping down his chin, he knows that it is because he feels it cover his chest.

Where are you? Why is it so strong?

Yoongi moves his head, accidentally brushing his nose over your clothed pussy.

He growls, squirming in an instant. The movement is so harsh that he almost rips through the ropes, hadn’t you dug your nails into his palms.

“Behave”, you warn, staring down at him with blown-out pupils.

Look at him. Look at how he is chasing your pussy. Look at how his cheeks are covered in veins and his lips are dripping his drool, barely hiding his long fangs.

You step closer, forcing his nose to brush against you again.

He inhales deeply, exhaling in a rattling growl and his tongue slipping past his lips in a desperate curl.

But you don’t let him get close. Not yet at least. He has to work harder for it.

Yoongi snatches for you as strings of his drool drip from his tongue.

“Disgusting”, you say, tugging his head back.

Yoongi groans, looking genuinely surprised as his jaw goes slack and his nose scrunches up.

“Look at you. You’re drooling like a little baby. Where’s your manners? You’ll ruin my floors”, you say and slap his cheek.

Yoongi opens and closes his lips, gulping violently.

“I’m not in the mood to clean your stupid drool, so keep that tongue inside until I tell you otherwise.”

Yoongi sticks his tongue out, earning himself a harsh slap across his cheek.

“Keep that tongue inside”, you spit, “fuck, you’re so disgusting”, you twist his hair and then tug harshly, “follow me.”

Yoongi follows with struggle. The pants around his legs are making walking difficult and you are tugging his hair so harshly that he is way too dizzy.

He knows that you are dragging him on top of your bed however. Seconds later, his back hits the mattress so harshly the air gets knocked out of him.

“Not that shit again”, he murmurs, trying so so hard to make himself sound unexcited. It’s very hard when he is literally aching in excitement. Now his favourite part will start.

You’ll sit on his face while he pretends that he doesn’t want it. Fuck. He’s been thinking about it ever since you started this roleplay. He wants it so bad.

So bad in fact, that he forgets all about fighting you when you force his arms above his head to restrain them against the headrest. When he does remember, it is already too late and you have him exactly where you want him to be.

You place your hands on his wrist, running them down his arms until you reach his throat. You press your thumbs right under his Adams apple, applying enough pressure to force a series of coughs and gags out of Yoongi.

"Sweet", you say, sitting down on his stomach, "you sound so funny when you choke."

You release his throat, listening to his coughing. He shakes your body as he does, while you feel up his chest and arms.

“Calm down, crybaby. I didn’t even choke you that hard”, you say, slapping his face.

“Fuck you”, he croaks.

“Yep, that’s what you’ll do. With your tongue, so open up.”

Yoongi presses his lips together.

Slap. Harsh and right on his cheek.

“Open up.”

He shakes his head.

A harsh grip on his chin forces your nails to scratch his skin. You press down hard, forcing his jaw apart slowly.

“Open. Up.”

His lips part. The consequences are instant. Yoongi gets two of your fingers poking into his mouth. He tenses his jaw, denying you access.

“Fuck Yoongi, don’t make it so hard on yourself.”

He growls, grinding his teeth. Said teeth you begin prying apart like a dog owner would its dog’s to feed it medicine. Except that you aren’t feeding him medicine, you are feeding him two of your fingers, sticking them down his throat all the way the moment his jaw goes slack for a second.

Yoongi gurgles, trying to shake his head, but he ends up with your hand around his throat instead, pinning him down.

“Fucking idiot. You really think acting like a brat will get you anywhere?” you spit, fucking his mouth in harsh rolls of your wrist.

“Hngng”, Yoongi gurgles, wiggling under you. You are so far down his throat. Fuck, he wasn’t ready for it.

“Stop whining, it won’t change anything.”

His mouth is seriously made for it. His tongue is soft and wet. His throat is oh so tight.

"You’ll have to eat me out if you want to or not, Yoongi. No need to put up a fight, that’ll only force me to punish you", you spit, thrusting into him harshly.

Yoongi gags and groans, drooling all around your fingers.

“Of course. I can’t wait for it either”, you pretend to understand him, pressing down on his tongue and forcing another gag out of him.

A tear escapes his eyes, rolling down his cheek just for you to see.

“Look at that. That’s hilarious. You’re crying”, you taunt and with just a curl of your fingers you force him to gag and cry again.

Yoongi whimpers, panting as best as possible. You know that the squirming he is doing is honest and that you are dancing on the limit with him.

Yoongi isn’t used to so much pressure in his throat. Not him, because he doesn’t take cock down his throat like that. At least not for so long, so constant, so harshly. He is getting pushed to his limits and you are living for it, pushing him even more with madness in your gaze.

You twist your wrist, squeeze his throat, listen to him gag out a desperate mewl. So tight, oh his tongue is pressing against your fingers in a desperate attempt to get rid of them. His cheeks are wet, tears cover them, soaking the edge of the blindfold as well.

“Fuck Yoongi, I’d make wine from your tears, if only I could”, you rasp, slipping your fingers free. Strings of his saliva break, covering his puffy lips.

He gulps, inhaling in snapping breaths whilst tugging at the ropes.

“You are adorable”, you taunt and wipe his tears away, “crybaby tears. My favourite”, you say, licking them off your fingers, “I can really taste the patheticness in them. Great flavour.”

“You’re a monster”, he croaks, still catching his breath. His throat is pulsating from the finger fuck. He can’t remember the last time he had to gag so much. Fuck, once he is free he’ll carry you on fucking hands. You are so good at treating him like shit.

“Says the person turning into a bloodsucker at night”, you say, taking off your panties, “go look at your own reflection first”, you add, climbing on top of him.

A sweet scent tickles his nose again. His entire body tenses up. You are above him. He knows that you are. And this time around you aren’t wearing any panties. He can recognize that scent anytime.

“Tongue out”, you order, twisting his hair.

Yoongi obeys because the scent of your pussy makes him complacent. If he wants to or not. You tell him to do something and he does it. When his reward is pussy, Yoongi would fly to the moon and back if that’s what you ask of him.

“Cute”, you taunt and then sit down on him, smothering him in your sex.

The sound Yoongi makes is demonic. For just a second you think that he might rip through his restraints, but he controls himself, using the energy to completely devour your cunt instead.

This is Yoongi. The real Yoongi. There is not an ounce of roleplay involved right now. Because Yoongi got pussy and when Yoongi gets pussy his brain shuts off and he turns attentive for nothing except your cunt and her sweetness.

And right now he is feasting on you with so much lewd sloppiness that it is covering his entire face.

“Fucking hell”, you press out, rocking your hips back and forth. It grinds your clit over his tongue. Yoongi sucks on it each time he can reach her the best. The movements of your hips forces you to slip out of his grasp after a second.

Yoongi grows impatient by it and soon you have him chasing you with jerks of his head and his teeth. He tugs at the ropes as well, tensing his muscles.

“Hey”, you warn, lifting your hips, “hide those disgusting fangs of yours, will you?”

Yoongi groans, trying to hide them as best as possible.

“Better”, you say, “seriously, I’m not your free blood bank, vampire.”

“As if I want to drink your poisoned blood, snake”, he throws back, “I’d rather starve than drink you-”

You don’t let him finish, muffling him with your pussy.

“Shut your ugly mouth and use it for something productive instead”, you spit.

Yoongi growls, tugging at the ropes.

“And keep those arms still”, you warn and slap them harshly.

He curses, wiggling his inhumanely long tongue into you. He curls it, hitting your favourite spot so well you actually gasp.

“Shit, Yoongi”, you laugh breathily, “mhhm baby….good.”

Yoongi opens his eyes to look at you, only to realise that he can’t because he is blindfolded. Your pussy tastes a hundred times better then and Yoongi uses his tongue to fuck your tight hole while fuelling his own hunger for you.

“Fuck”, you moan and twist his hair, “I always forget you can do that.”

You press his head into the pillow and then begin bouncing on his tongue. Hot, thick, long and dripping wet in his drool it is fucking you senseless.

“That’s it, that’s why you’re my favourite”, you pant, throwing your head back, “right there, you useless fuck.”

Yoongi feels as if he is running on ecstasy. On cocaine and heroin. He is charged, feels invincible and so fucking high. You are fucking yourself on his tongue. This is his religion.

Yoongi moans into you and curls his tongue deeper. He couldn’t describe what he actually feels right now. There are no words invented which could properly describe the amount of pleasure he is feeling. He just knows that your taste is like a drug to him and that having your wet pussy wrapped around his long tongue like that is bringing him close to an overdose. There is so much taste, oh so much of you. You are literally engulfing him and Yoongi is writhing himself deeper and deeper into you.

“Fuck”, you squeal, lifting your hips, “deep. What the hell?”

Yoongi gurgles, trying to make up for the loss of depth by lifting his head. His tongue fills you up again, making you feel so full and stuffed that you gasp and flinch away.

“Yoongi, control yourself”, you warn, “you won’t get pussy if you’re acting like a greedy animal.”

Your hips lift off, his tongue slips free. It’s so long. Covered in your creamy pleasure and curling against nothing. Fuck. His fangs are on full display as well.

“Look at you. No wonder you’re so greedy”, you grab his chin, “you’re looking more animal than human by now. I told you to hide those fangs, didn’t I?”

“Give me cunt", he demands in a demonic voice, curling his long tongue.

“Oh? Now you wanna beg for it?”

“Just give me cunt, fuck. Stop making it so hard”, he barks with desperation in his raspy voice.

“You’re so amusing. Where’s all that hatred for me gone? Admit it Yoongi, you love me.”

He bares his fangs angrily, snapping for your pussy. With a harsh push to his head he is back under your control, damned to take whatever you allow him to have.

“You love me because I can give you pussy whenever”, you say, plopping back down on his face. And right now you allow him to have your unfiltered taste.

It takes Yoongi not even a second to be back inside of you, stuffing you with his demonic tongue and moaning in ecstasy while behind that blindfold his eyes roll back.

“See? You love me”, your voice is trembling in pleasure, “so show me. Fucking w-worship me.”

Yoongi moans for you. Oh he will worship you. He is so ready. So fucking ready. All he exists for is to worship you. He drills his tongue deeper, showing you just how eager he is to give you the glory you deserve.

“So deep, you’re fucking crazy”, you croak, fucking yourself on him in smooth rolls of your hips and touching your clit as you do. You are going to cum around his tongue. You decided that this will be your goal and now you are hellbound on achieving it.

Yoongi takes it gladly, letting your sweet nectar run down his tongue and coat his throat. Breathing is hard, you are smothering him each time you let yourself drop on his face, but he doesn’t care. He cares for nothing else except your cunt. She is the only thing important.

“So good”, you keen, twisting his hair and sending shivers down his spine, “fucking me so good…”

Yoongi holds back on most nights, so you realised. It’s not often that you actually see the potential of his tongue. You feel it, because Yoongi would never ever do a bad job when he is between your legs, but his true size he likes to hide for whatever silly reason. You truly can’t find an explanation good enough to excuse it, because holy fuck sitting on his tongue feels sacrilegious.

Long. Oh so long.

Thick. Giving your hole such a nice stretch.

Dripping in his drool. Making the best mess between your legs.

It doesn’t take long for you to get oh so close. Not when he feels like that.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out, sending a jolt through his limps. He begins tugging on the ropes, kicking the sheets as best as possible.

He gurgles, wiggles himself deeper as he grows inside of you. He wants it. That’s all he needs. Your fucking cum. Your clenching walls around his tongue. Your cunt showering him in your high.

Yoongi is doing everything in his power to keep the ropes intact. He wants to rip them and grip your hips to keep you down. He could do so easily, but he doesn’t allow his muscles to work. Not when he is still supposed to be your prisoner.

“Yes Yoongi, fuck”, you groan, clenching down on him, “you’re not as useless…as I..thought…fuck ah…”

Shit, you sound so close. Yoongi trembles. He needs to make you cum. And not rip through those weak ropes.

He thinks those two thoughts as he tongue fucks you. Make her cum. Don’t rip the ropes. Make her cum. Don’t ruin the ropes. Make her fucking cum. Please don’t rip the ropes. Please cum. Please. Fucking please.

“Yes! Fuck! Yoongi!” you moan loudly, losing yourself on top of his face while his tongue is getting creamed.

Yoongi fucks the air, crying out with you. Holy fuck you are convulsing like crazy. Fuck his tongue so sensitive. Shit, he is going to cum.

Not that he can. Because before the sweet fire of his high can wash over him, you slip off his tongue, abandoning him in his agony.

You watch with a dizzy mind as he is searching for you. He looks so ruined, so desperate. Fangs out, creamed tongue way too long and desperate and cheeks covered in his drool and your cum.

“Well damn Yoongi”, you say, plopping down on his stomach, “you were actually useful.”

“More”, he begs, “please more.”

He makes you laugh, “Yoongi dear, aren’t you forgetting something?”

He mewls, rolling his head to the side, “just wanna have pussy”, he keens, meaning every syllable of it.

“I know. You’re insatiable”, you give his cheek a soft slap, “pathetic. Show some self-control will you?”

“Fuck”, he presses out and forces his tongue back into his mouth.

“Better. Now.”

You shimmy down his body, sitting down on his constrained thighs. You place your hands on his hips, sending life through his cock. He turns his head, holding his breath in anticipation. Oh how curious he looks.

“Look at you”, you say, squeezing his hips, “you are so messy. Did eating my pussy get you close again?”

“No”, he lies and does a terrible job at it.

“Of course not. You hate me after all, don’t you?”

“Yeah, hate you so much.”

“Mhm, of course”, you have to snicker, “oh Yoongi, you’re not only useful but funny too. You truly are my favourite.”

You wrap your fingers around his cock and lift your hips, hovering your pussy over his cock instead. You lower yourself, grinding your sensitive clit against his frenulum.

“Feel it? You’ve got me dripping”, you tease him, sending a shudder through his limbs.

You can watch how he intertwines his own fingers and squeezes his hands to the point where his knuckles become even paler than they already are.

Up and down you grind your cunt, covering him in your cream. His veins are pulsating under you, his cock is so hard.

“All that cream, it’s getting wasted on your cock. Imagine Yoongi dear. Imagine you could have all of that wetness on your tongue right now”, you coo, watching in delight how he snarls and reveals his dripping fangs.

“So much of me wasted, Yoongi. Isn’t that sad?”

“I’ll rip you to fucking pieces”, he hisses.

“And how are you planning on doing that? Mhm? You’re all tied up.”

“Argh”, he growls, ripping at the ropes so harshly that the headboard croaks.

“Hey”, you warn, striking your punishing hand right across his cock.

Yoongi gasps and tenses his thighs.

“Behave. Ruin even an inch of my furniture and I’ll slit your throat right here and now.”

“Just slit it”, he hisses, tugging on the ropes a second time, “at least I’d be released of your endless fucking chattering.”

“Wow”, you laugh, “the toy is feisty. What’s wrong Yoongi? Are you really that upset about all that wasted sweetness?”

He huffs out air, doing so honestly.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, you coo, “don’t worry, dear. I’ll make it up to you.”

You sit down on his cock, welcoming him in your warmth inch by inch. Yoongi tries not to, but ends up arching his back while his chest heaves up and down in quick pants. He makes no sounds because that would reveal just how good he actually feels right now.

“Mhm Yoongi”, you sigh, bottoming out. You stick your ass out and begin rolling your hips back and forth, “you fill me out so fucking well.”

“You can’t fuck for shit.”

“Excuse me?” you gasp, widening your eyes.

“You think you’re so good, when a dead fish could fuck better than you.”

“Rude?” you scoff, placing your hands on his chest for support, “and very untrue. Come on Yoongi, if you want to insult me, at least don’t lie”, you say, starting your ruthless fucking with a clench of your walls.

Yoongi is twisting the ropes, dimpling the pillow from throwing his head back. He groans quietly and for as long as there is air in his lungs. His deep voice vibrates against your fingertips, filling them with an itch to feel his throat under them. Your left hand gives in, falling around his throat.

You can feel how he sucks in air and then groans again. It tickles your fingers, fills your veins with electricity.

“What about how I fuck now? Mhm? Still wanna spit ugly lies?” you challenge, feeling lightheaded from just how good it feels to bounce on his cock. Veiny and oh so hard, curving just right to grind against your favourite spot and creamed oh so well that the lewdest of sounds fill the air.

“S-still feels like shit”, he presses out.

“It does? Does it really? Mhm?” you challenge, squeezing down on his veins. You stop when only his tip is inside, circling your hips.

Yoongi gasps under your fingers, tensing his arms as he is trying not to rip through the ropes.

“Still bad”, he gets out, “fuck, it’s the worst.”

“No. You are the worst. What the fuck?” you spit, dropping down on him in sync with a slap across his face.

It was a hard slap, forcing his head to roll to the side. His skin is red for just a second, his voice trembles in a groan.

Then he laughs. He laughs with so much mockery in his voice you feel genuine annoyance for a second. He fixes the position of his head.

“Is that all you’ve got? Come on ___, your pussy game is weak.”

“Okay, you know what? Shut it”, you hiss and without any sort of gentleness you force your panties into his mouth.

Yoongi groans, tugging at the ropes while trying to flee from you. Not that he can because you pin him down with your hand on his forehead.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you give me no other choice. You’re such a stupid brat, fuck”, you hiss, stuffing all of the fabric into him.

You work thoroughly. Only when all of the fabric is stuffed into his mouth, you feel satisfied. You press your hand over his mouth, giving him a harsh push.

“Keep it in there”, you order.

Yoongi huffs out air and growls, furrowing his brows. He says something, but it comes out as nothing more than gurgles and muffled sounds.

“Perfect”, you smile, “now you’re quiet.”

You let your hands slip back to his chest and pay attention to your hips instead. Sitting on Yoongi’s cock while gagging him with your panties is fun, but you want to fuck yourself stupid. And that can only happen when you move your hips as if their only purpose was to fuck.

Yoongi tenses his neck, bites down on your panties and groans deeply. The headboard croaks again, his arms are so fucking tense that they are shaking. You know that he is in heaven right now. You know how to fuck. Oh, you know. You’re sitting on cock way too many nights to not be good at it. You’re a goddamn master in it.

“Shit Yoongi. You’re so much better when you’re quiet”, you taunt, forcing him to tense his jaw and growl at you, “growl all you want, it’s the truth.”

You drop down on him and for just a second Yoongi’s angry growl becomes a desperate squeak and a disbelieved laugh. Not for long because after that laugh you can listen to him breathe in and then mumble curses into the fabric.

“I can’t hear you, Yoongi. Stupid idiot your attempts to insult me are useless”, you tell him, “just like the rest of you.”

And unlike your words may make one assume, he is not useless. You fuck yourself on his throbbing cock with so much vigour that only an idiot would see your words as the truth.

“So fucking useless”, you lull, throwing your head back. You begin playing with his hard nipples, sending a jolt through his limbs. His cock grows inside you, stretching you out so good you feel your toes curl. The bounces up and down feel a hundred times better because of it.

Another sound from him. Angry, yet filled with so much desperation.

“Do you like that? Mhm?” you ask, rolling your thumbs into his nipples, “do you like how I play with your cute, little nipples?”

Yoongi mewls. He mewls because you just called him cute and for a second he felt high. Your touch becomes unbearable in how good it feels. His skin is so sensitive that he can feel how the air touches him. His cock is burning up so much that not even your wetness can still the fire. His fingers hurt so much. He is breaking them slowly because if he didn’t, he would break the fucking bed instead. And to top it all of, your taste is soaked into your panties and now he is being gagged with it and it is sitting on his tongue in a constant, torturing presence.

He wants to cum.

That’s the main problem right now.

He wants to fucking explode. And it’s so hard to hold back when every second with you feels like paradise.

“Of course you like it. Look at how you’re squirming”, you challenge, twisting and pinching his swollen, oh so sensitive nipples.

Yoongi soaks your panties with his drool, rolling his eyes back behind the blindfold. He is glad that it is hiding him, because fuck, he is acting like such a slut right now. You would tease him so much if you knew about how you’re getting him to the point of having to roll his eyes back.

You squeeze your pussy around him, “you’re so hard Yoongi. So big too. Don’t tell me your tongue isn’t the only thing being able to grow”, you mock him with a laugh and a harsh squeeze of your walls. You pinch his nipples and Yoongi can’t take it anymore.

He spits your panties out. They fall on his neck messily.

“Slow”, he croaks.

“Why should I?”

Yoongi writhes and groans deeply, letting his jaw go slack. He squeezes his aching hands, groans again. His nipples are so fucking swollen under your fingertips, his cock is throbbing and twitching.

“Oh, now I know. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

He doesn’t nod his head, but his body is trembling so much that this is all the answer you need.

“That’s so adorable. The brat is talking about how I fuck worse than a dead fish and now he wants to cum”, you growl, tensing your pussy just to make it oh so hard for him.

“Ah”, he lets out, throwing his head back, “ah-hah. Ah!”

Yoongi doesn’t mind that he is being loud. He is aware that this goes against his role, but it feels too nice not to make sounds.

“There we go, moan for me. That’s it, show me how good I fuck”, you encourage him with your blown-out pupils glued to his face. He looks so far gone in his heaven.

Yoongi tenses up, voice pitching in his throat. Impressive really, just how high his voice can get if only you play him right.

You twist his plumb nipples and clench down on him, watching in delight as this brings him over the edge. He moans deeply, scrunching his entire face up while his body spasms underneath you.

“O-oh god”, he croaks out, thrusting his hips into you with jerks of his cock shooting his hot cum into you.

“Whore. You’re such a whore”, you talk him through his orgasm, playing with his nipples to the point of Yoongi having to arch his back because for just a second it feels as if he was climaxing under your touch.

You don’t stop afterwards. You keep him locked deep inside, bouncing on him with all the strength your muscles allow you to have.

“Anghn”, he presses out, fighting you off as best as possible.

Not that he can. Your legs have an iron grip around his hips and your fingers are pinning down his chest.

“Argh!” he growls, putting more effort into his fight, “fucking. Bitch.”

“Stop wiggling”, you order, wrapping your hands around his throat. Tight and hard.

Yoongi gurgles out a drugged out moan, ripping his mouth open. His body grows slack and complacent under you, his cock is pulsating inside of you as it weeps in overstimulation.

Blindfolded. Tied up. Stripped. Overstimulated. Choked. Fucked.

Yoongi thinks he has never felt better than he does right now. There is no better situation he could find himself in than this. This is your peak. The final form of your relationship. Yoongi is your tortured sex slave and you are his perfect goddess. It won’t get any better than this.

“Take it”, you order, torturing his cock with harsh bounces up and down.

The new leverage his throat gives you, makes it possible. He moans loudly under your strong grip, stretching his arms further up the mattress.

Yeah, he is doing a terrible job at pretending that he was your unwilling prisoner, but quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. Yoongi is doing a fantastic job at being your very obvious willing prisoner and you are not one to call him out on it.

Quite frankly, you long stopped pretending as well. The choke you give him and that ruthless fuck? Things you would do to him regardless of the roleplay. This right here is two people fucking like animals for the sole reason of never getting enough of each other. No roleplay, just unbearable attraction.

You must say once again that this blindfold fits him like nothing else. Especially when small wet spots are beginning to form where his eyes are.

“You’re crying? Aww crybaby, what’s wrong? Can’t take the fuck?”

Yoongi makes a sound. You can barely decipher it from how tightly you are choking him.

“Talk to me”, you bark, releasing his neck.

Yoongi begins writhing, hitting his head on the mattress repeatedly. He just manages to give you a view of his tongue curling back and then he is climaxing for a second time. Deep inside of you, oh so deep that it feels as if he is making sure that you would never stop dripping his seed.

The orgasm is angry, consuming Yoongi to the point where he forgets his strength and almost throws you off with just how aggressively he begins rutting up into you.

“Oh shit”, you startle, finding support on his chest, “Yoongi fuck, careful.”

Yoongi growls and rips through the ropes like they are nothing.

“Yoongi”, you gasp, gawking at them. Those were really strong ropes…

He growls angrily and grips your hips, holding your body safely while he is drilling his throbbing cock into you. Now you understand. He is holding you, making sure that you wouldn’t be thrown off by his gluttonous thrusts. His thumb finds your clit instantly, pressing down hard and rubbing quick circles. It sends shudders through you and makes your body feel on flames.

“Yes”, you moan and tilt your head back as you let the sensation wash over you, “yes, fuck yes.”

“So good, so fucking good. My princess, my fucking goddess”, he is chanting, fucking his cock into you with all he has to offer. Skin slaps against skin, your head is dizzy, your pussy feels tortured in the best way.

“Yoongi, ah Yoongi, oh god Yoongi don’t stop”, you have resorted to motivating him with loud moans of his name, covering his chest in scratch marks and his throat in bruises.

“Can’t fucking stop, princess. Don’t wanna”, he promises you as he grinds his thumb into your clit.

“Yoongi”, you tense up, “you’re making me cum”, you keen, falling to your elbows.

“Do it. Cum. Holy fuck, please cum”, he pants, putting even more pressure on your clit. His fingers are holding your hips, bruising your flesh.

You climax with a gasp of his name and your teeth digging into his shoulder. Holy fuck, you are burning up, convulsing on top of him.

“Urgh fuck!” he yelps, throwing his head back, “you fucking- ah!”

You are very sure that Yoongi is currently filling you up with his wet orgasm. It would fit the situation perfectly. Overstimulated to the point of no return and high on pain to the point of no vision. You know him and he’s a squirter if only you play his body right. The only logical outcome of such a night was for his body to lose control in the wettest ways possible.

“Again”, he growls, “one more”, Yoongi presses down on your clit harder and grinds it right against your favourite spot. Your knees buckle, your thighs feel oh so weak. It’s so much stimulation. Too much and too soon after your high. Your entire body convulses, your stomach feels like bursting, your pussy is on fire.

“Yoongi now”, you keen, falling into your forced high so aggressively, you fear that you might never find your way back, "oh god, Yoongi. Ah."

Deep and hard. You squeeze out all that precious cream he pumped into you. You’re a squirter after all and what better way to show off your skills than by ruining your bed and his body with your high.

“Oh god, Yoongi. Good. Yoongi. Ah, Yoongi.”

“Yes princess, yes. Holy fuck, yes. Feels so good, so tight. Fuck princess, yes”, he encourages you, riding on your sweet, sweet high.

“Urgh god”, you fall off of him the moment you stop shaking. Your orgasms spill everywhere, but you need to take a shower either way, so who cares.

Your eyes are watering, your ears are ringing, your throat is dry.

“Fucking hell”, you press out and laugh, “that was incredible.”

Yoongi chuckles, reaching for you. He touches your side then dances his hand to your lower stomach. He rests it there, warm and safe.

“I can feel your heartbeat in your tummy”, he says, caressing your skin.

“I can tell you that I am currently feeling it in my pussy as well.”

Yoongi snorts ungracefully and breaks into shoulder-shaking laughter.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious”, you say in cackles.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just feel so happy”, he says between his giggles, “can’t stop laughing”, he confesses and giggles again, hiding his face behind his arm.

You smile, propping yourself up on your elbows. You tug his arm away then take off the blindfold. He opens his eyes, spilling tears from his crinkled up corners. His giggles become quieter, now shaking his shoulders more than they make sound. You wipe his tears and press a kiss to his smiling lips.

Yoongi kisses you back instantly, sighing your name in a saccharine voice.

“Fuck Yoongi”, you say, giggling as you drop your head on his chest, “I’m so going to be sore tomorrow", you groan, massaging your tense thigh muscles, “every inch of my body hurts.”

You crane your neck.

He is gazing down at you with a content grin.

“I’m spent too. You ruined me completely”, he says.

“Yeah”, you say, dropping back into the sheets. You snuggle up against him, tracing the slope of his nose, “did you squirt again?”

“Mhm, felt so good.”

“I did too”, you giggle, “my bed’s ruined now.”

“Mhm. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s so sexy when you squirt.”

“Yeah”, he agrees and sighs, “fuck, so dead.”

You giggle, “same, I’m gonna sleep like a stone today.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi somehow manages to flip to his side.

Like this your head rests on his arm and he can cup your face. His hand is heavy on your cheek now that he uses zero muscle to hold it. You don’t mind that it is, because it makes you feel so safe.

Yoongi peels his eyes open in a flutter. He smiles.

“You can be so mean”, he says with fond eyes.

“Right? I was so shocked by myself. I hope I wasn’t too mean.”

“No, you were perfect. Thank you”, he says and inches closer to kiss your forehead, “you just made me the happiest man ever.”

You giggle, ��gosh, Yoongs. I’m happy too”, you say.

Yoongi nuzzles and purrs.

“You were really mean too”, you nudge his chest, “I fuck worse than a dead fish? Seriously?”

He chuckles, “sorry, I was into it.”

“You’re such a brat, like damn Yoongi.”

“I know”, he says and chuckles. He kisses your hair, “you’re the best. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know, you didn’t. I was just genuinely annoyed for a moment. Like damn.”

He snickers, “sorry.”

“Tch”, you click your tongue and nudge his chest, “can we talk about your tongue though? That was bloody crazy”, you say.

“I know, shit couldn’t help myself. It’s my stupid curse. It happens when I like the taste.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Yoongs. I loved it. This is single handedly one of the hottest things you can do.”

He chuckles, “good to know that my fucking curse is good for something.”

“It’s so good.”

“Mhm”, he hums and chuckles, “fuck, I can’t believe you let me tongue fuck you like that.”

“I’ll do it more often from now on. I’m telling you.”

“I’m counting on it”, he says and sighs contently, “did you like the knife play?”

“Oh my god, I was so nervous at first. Could you tell?” you say, snickering.

He snickers as well, because he is so happy when he’s with you.

“Not at all”, he says, “you were amazing.”

“Okay good. I was so nervous, but holy cow, this is so hot? What the hell?”

“Right? I told you it’s hot”, he purrs in contentment, “felt really good too. You’re a natural.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, the pressure was perfect. Mhm my princess”, he snuggles you oh so tightly, “I fucking adore you.”

Your heart flutters unbearably. Yoongi’s sweet words are rare but always honest. This just filled you with so much happiness.

“I adore you too, my prince.”

He kisses your forehead and sighs, “do you want me to take you out tomorrow?”

“Hm? What do you mean?” you ask him.

“Tell me something you want to have, I’ll buy it for you.”

You snort, craning your neck to look into his eyes.

“What?” he asks.

“Good to know that being mean to you turns you charitable. Min Yoongi, you really want to take me out to the big, big mall where there are so, so many people?”

He rolls his eyes, “fine, then don’t tell me. At least I can save money like that”, he murmurs, making you snicker.

“How about you take me somewhere nice and quiet instead? We’ll get some snacks on the way and then talk until it’s late.”

“Where to?”

“Mhm, don’t know. Maybe the beach?”

“That’s a three hour drive and it’s going to be so hot”, he whines.

“You asked me what I want and now you’re judging it?” you have to laugh, nudging his chest.

“Okay, okay fine”, he gives in with a fond roll of his eyes, “I’ll take you, but I’m not going into the water.”

“We’ll see about that when we’re there. I’ll get you in there somehow.”

“Keep dreaming”, he murmurs, snuggling into you. He relaxes with a content sigh and begins purring softly, tracing your spine.

He will do so until he falls asleep, while you trace his waist and kiss his chest until you join him in his dreams as well.

And yes, if anyone was wondering, you do manage to get Yoongi into the water the next day. He was whining about its temperature the entire time and then clutched you for warmth.

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