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summary: your best-friend’s pretty. really fucking pretty. especially when he’s got his eyeliner smudged all over his eyes from crying too much, or when he’s got scratch marks over his inked skin, or when his begging moans make him hotter than hellfire

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub!eddie kinda, mommy kink, overstimulation, protected sex, oral (m receiving), degradation kink(slut, whore), dirty talk, dacryphilia, biting, ball sucking (hehe), praise kink, maybe mean!dom reader, rough sex, aftercare??? multiple orgasms lol MINORS GO AWAY (not proofread. rushed)

a/n: idk man, this took a long time to write for some reason but i hope you guys like this because it took a long time okay! and ball sucking. tumblr got me horny for eddie munson's ballsack so i put it in here. enjoy. also thank u for 4k mwah mwah i love u all!

— proofread by my mi amor jess <3 (@cordiformity)

MASTERLIST

The sound of the car turning on makes the both of you raise your hands in a farewell, Wayne Munson’s silhouette inside the tinted window waves back at you and Eddie, pulling out of the driveway, wheels scraping on the gravel road outside of your home.

“Bye, Uncle Wayne!” you yell, hands cupping your mouth for a better volume. Eddie waves still, arm stretched out in the hot air, rings clinking and glinting in the hot sun as he hovers you. “I’ll miss you! You’re the better Munson!”

“Asshole,” Eddie jabs your ribs. You poke your tongue at him, turning around to go back inside your home, a hand hovering behind you as he leads you through the door before he follows and shuts it behind him. “You invite me over and you’re saying I’m the worse Munson?”

“I’m basing off the truth, dungeon master,” you bump your hips with his, leading him to the stairs. His dirty sneakers thump on the creaking stairwell, hand dragging up the rail as you look back at him. “Who’s got the working car? Who’s got better morale?”

You sigh in contentment, feeling the cold air blow the sweat off your bodies in a strong surge. Eddie wipes the sticking hair off his forehead, eyes lazily watching you sit in front of him on the broken chair, legs spread. 

You sigh in contentment, feeling the cold air blow the sweat off your bodies in a strong surge. Eddie wipes the sticking hair off his forehead, eyes lazily watching you sit in front of him on the broken chair, legs spread. 

You sigh in contentment, feeling the cold air blow the sweat off your bodies in a strong surge. Eddie wipes the sticking hair off his forehead, eyes lazily watching you sit in front of him on the broken chair, legs spread. 

“Alright, Eds.” You offer your hand, rings shown that matched his – the same skull on your ring finger, a snake coiled around the middle, and a daintier one connected to your bracelet through a chain. He vaguely remembers being with you when you bought it, having to be too distracted with something else he also can’t remember. “Whip it out and let’s suck.”

Almost fooled by your racy insinuation, Eddie lifts his ass up and searches for the ziplock in his pocket, tongue massaging his upper teeth as he pulls the plastic out and shows you what you’re asking for. “You’re still paying for that.”

You scoff, snatching it from him before you pull out a crumpled twenty from your pocket. “You know I always do.”

“You always do?” he sits up, forearms behind him. Eddie’s curls loose the sticky perspiration, now flowing behind him when he shakes his head at you. You slap the bill on his palm. “(y/n), you owe me like, fifty bucks. Minus ten because you beat that sicko from the band auditions.”

“It was supposed to be a gift,” you whine, throwing your head back. “I thought we were friends, Eddie?”

“We are,” he kicks his shoes off, and he half thinks he might have already lost them in the pile of clothes. “But I need money, too. No money, and we spend the rest of our life being driven back and forth by my uncle. And you know he hates it when we smoke.”

“Which is why I keep on telling you to convince him to smoke weed,” you open your drawer. “That way you can at least emancipate the stress you give him,” you jest, searching beneath used notebooks until you spot a crutch. “I- fuck I kind of forgot how to roll a joint. Can you do it?”

Eddie sniffs, side of his finger rubbing his nostrils. “You’re gonna do it now? That’s like, a half ounce. You finish it way faster than I do,” he sits up. “Just smoke a cig with me instead.”

Your hands drop to your sides, giving him a dismayed look before you’re opening the drawer once more and tossing the ziplock and clutch back inside, making sure it’s hidden beneath a notebook.

“I’d rather not,” you slump your head on the table. “I wanna get high. That’s why I invited you here in the first place.”

Eddie huffs. “That’s the third time you’ve hurt me, (y/n).”

He sits up, the veins on his forearm catching your attention. Tendrils bulging against the tattoo on his skin, blood pumping in the same beat your heart does as you stare at them with a watering mouth before they drive down to his clenching hands that reach for the boombox, toying with the antennas before Eddie looks at you.

“You still got the tapes? Or you sold them just to pay me?” he snickers, kicking your foot. You sneer at him, kicking him much harder that simulates a groan from him. “Please tell me you have at least Judas Priest in there. I’ve had enough listening to a-ha. I have the lyrics stuck in my head that I forgot the chords to Master Of Muppets.” You glare at him. “You know? Take on meeee…?”

“Yeah. I know what that song is,” While eyes impishly glare at him, you reach for the bag beneath your desk, black almost gray from the specks of dust surrounding it. Eddie watches your hand dig into the filthy bag, looking as if you’re carding through a literal trash can before you pull out three mixtapes that he gave you a couple months ago, Kate Bush and Foreigner falling to the ground as you pull them up.

“Blizzard of Ozz,” you smack the cassette in Eddie’s open palm, a stinging clap echoing around the corners of your small bedroom. “For the one and only Osbourne wannabe.”

“Kate Bush, huh?” Eddie opens the cassette player, shoving the tape carelessly inside. “Red tell ya to listen to it?” he asks, slamming the cassette holder shut and turns the volume louder, like you hadn’t received complaints from the loud ‘satanic’ music; you don’t care, anyway, it’s music nonetheless. Your friend spins in a riveting twirl, hair spinning cavalierly into the air-conditioned wind, before he stops to face you with a thespian look, mouthing the lyrics.

You yell over the music. “Max says she could change the world!”

Eddie snorts. “People look at me and say ‘is the end near, when is the final day?’” He takes a brush from your cup holder, holding it like a microphone. You guffaw at him, watching as a hand comes down to his chest before he runs around your room, stepping on the discarded clothes and crumpled papers on the ground. “What’s the future of mankind? How do I know, I got left behind.”

“Hey!” you shout at him through the zeitgestical piece of joint electrical guitars and drums, his feet taking him to your mattress sunken, exhorting him to jump up and down like a giddy child. “Get down!”

“Come on, bats,” his hand’s still up as an offer. “Ozzy wannabe wants to make the most metal concert ever inside your garbage bedroom.” Eddie air guitars like a loser, fingers mimicking the same chords of the song and imitating riffs as if he was in a metal concert. “Don’t just sit in the crowd. Be a part of the show.”

“Do you often say that to five drunks?” you quip. “I’d rather stay here than break my neck, Eddie.”

“Fine,” he jumps off, landing right on his feet where you see his left one bending the slightest at the hard impact. His inept body refuses him to sit still, and is now telling him to touch the items on your desk as you sit and watch him poke and prod like he’s shopping. “Let’s do something else that doesn’t make you so boring.”

“I’m not boring!” you exclaim, gawping at him. “I’m fun! Sorry for making sure you don’t die in my bedroom. Because if you did, I’d leave you here to rot with the rest of my clothes. Then I’ll steal your car and drive away to California.”

“You just worry too much,” Eddie pulls on your hand, indolently limp in his touch. “Sing with me, bats. Ozzy Osbourne awaits.” when you shake your head, he sighs disappointedly; almost in a way that’s so dramatic that you think he’s not actually sad about your refusal. “Alright. Then, let’s do something that you think is fun other than using me for getting high.”

You pout at him, now clasping at his forearm for forgiveness. “Aw. Eds, I don’t use you. You’re my best friend.”

Best friend.

Two words that compress his chest so tight he feels the pain ricocheting in his inked limbs. Eddie plasters this pain he doesn’t know why he feels when you call him your best friend by a short laugh, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah yeah. Think of something before I go find somewhere else fun.”

“Don’t you just wanna lay down beside me while we listen to Ozzy Osbourne? You used to do that!”

“Bats,” he bends, face leveled with yours as his lips disappear into his mouth, forming a straight line. “I’m extremely bored without my van. I need to do something before I lose my mind entirely. I mean, you wouldn’t like seeing me—” his fingers join together, both hands placing them on either side of his head before he mimics the sound of an explosion, fingers splaying apart. “—all bloody and open headed, right? I could just drop my blood down to your carpet. Or, well, what used to be a carpet.”

You kick a few items away to show your dark cerulean carpet. Eddie’s upper lip curls up in slight disgust. “The color’s always…like that.” you wave it off. “I clean it like, once a year? I dunno. I’ll clean up my shit after you leave.”

“You should,” he scratches the back of his neck. “Now find something interesting to do.”

“Fine,” you grunt. “I have something in mind. But if you don’t want to do it, then it’s your loss.”

-

In the last seven years of your friendship, not once have you imagined sitting on Eddie Munson’s lap. 

Sure. Maybe you’ve hugged. But it’s just a hug. All friends do that. Friends snuggle when they’re stoned, they kiss each other’s cheeks as a rushed farewell. Maybe talking about masturbation was another thing but it was normal. You’ve seen each other half-naked — he helped you pick your bra before a date, and you got him a decent pair of underwear before girls would blow him. It’s a normal best friend thing.

Sitting on each other’s lap? It’s become romanticized in cheesy rom coms. And you see its point. With the minimal space between your bodies, crotches almost on top of each other, and the air so thick with unearthed tension that you’re wary and nervous at every move you do.

The liquid kohl paints his pale skin, a flawed darkness that mends conveniently into his eccentric vogue that he possesses valiantly with pride. Eddie’s eyes bore into you, scanning each pore, or the light hair above your top lip. Mostly into your eyes that don’t directly look into his — the way your pupils dilate and shrink every so often; and sometimes he’d cheekily glance down your lips, where the tip of your tongue would poke out, which gallops his blood all over his body into an intense heat. And fuck, how long is this going to take?

His hands grasp your waist tightly, keeping you in place. Your thigh on his, drawing around his vast eyes that perceive. Ozzy Osbourne sings from the mixtape Eddie changed—your mixtape that he made for you, a mechanized voice bringing you into the stage instead of the crowd — makes you feel like you’re in a show playing house with your best friend. It makes Eddie squirm gently in his seat, almost letting you muck up what you’ve done.

“Sit still,” your hand grips his cheeks, harshly forcing him into looking at you and keeping his face pliant beneath your touch, making his lips pucker a little. “You’re gonna make me mess up.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “It kinda tickles.”

“The brush?”

“Yeah,” his nails scratch your back slightly. “It’s like a feather touching my eyes or something. How long is this going to take?”

Eddie sees your eyebrows furrow in slight frustration at his impatience, your hand shaking in the slightest. “Almost done, Munson.” you mutter, lips parting the slightest that shows just a sliver of your pearls.

The situation is familiar, albeit it’s not him that you’re sitting on. Eddie’s mind varies through a manifold of haunting memories, until it settles on the one that bestows him a roll of undefined covetousness. It makes him grip your waist tighter as the memory of you sitting on another boy’s lap fills his mind, in this exact activity. Eddie feels this confusing jealousy run through him when he remembers you kissing that boy with his eyeliner all smudged up.

You sense his sudden rigidness, the hitching on his breath. “What’s wrong?” you murmur, brush stopping on the outer corner of his eye. 

“Nothing,” he widens his eyes a bit. “Just…remembered something.”

“What is it?”

He watches you move again, feeling the cold brush on the crinkles beside his eyes, curving upward. “When- when you and Harrison Mcline were in the back of the classroom making out,” he laughs gently. “You were putting eyeliner on him too for the school play. He looked a lot like David Bowie with it, though. But I bet I look way cooler than him.”

Scoffing, you shake your head. “Harrison Mcline is a douchebag,” you claim, nail digging deep into his cheek he thinks he’ll see a crescent indent on his flesh. Eddie looks into your eyes, full of annoyance at the sudden memory, before it shifts into embarrassment. “He’s an arrogant dickhead who trusts his pulling out ‘skills’ and kept insisting he was allergic to condoms just so he could fuck me raw. And also, you do look better.”

Heat waves through his cheeks and ears as Eddie laughs out of sympathy, but mostly to make fun of your unfortunate encounter. “Told you you shouldn't have gone for him. You’re planning on fucking Mcline? Cheer squad says he’s got a dick the size of an eraser.” 

“Well, it’s not like I have any options, do we?” you snicker, brushing his eyelashes with the side of your finger before you’re back to painting the inner corner of his eye, tainting his opal skin black. “What goody-two-shoes of a man would want to fuck a girl who’s part of the ‘satanic panic’?” you wave your hand to gesture to yourself. “And I did not know that.”

“Jason Carver’s been eyein’ you lately,” he teases, eyebrows wiggling the slightest. “As well as Steve Harrington when we’d rent a shitty movie. Even Gareth!”

“Jason Carver is with Chrissy Cunningham, and he keeps on insisting that this whole metal thing is just a phase. Steve Harrington only eyes me because I’m with you. And I’m older than Gareth! It’s disgusting, he’s like my little brother.” you tilt your head at him, Eddie wincing at your thoughts about your friend. “This pious town doesn’t fuck with, and I quote, cult members. I can't even find a decent one out there.”

In a drunken momentum, his eyes trace the v-shaped column of your neck that connects to your collarbone, prominent as his irises desecrate the components of every imperfection on your skin, minus the tattoos — the unorthodox stygian tattoos so unsaint, skulls and horns sinking deep into your flesh you might as well be the Devil’s little wayward angel. The hand behind you traces the waistline of your jeans, feeling your skin that’s exposed when your shirt has risen up from your back being slouched to hover over his head. 

Eddie kicks a shirt out of his way — a cut tank top with the painted devil from the Hellfire Shirt to appear more punk (one he remembers you wore when you snuck into the community pool, jumping into the chlorine water with nothing but that shirt and a pair of denim shorts, gave him a goddamn boner when your bare tits poked out). “There’s some decent guys out there.”

He wants to say ‘me’, however not in an amorous way. Simply the mind that hasn't seen any cunt for the past month, and he’s desperate to the point he’d literally fuck his best friend. But maybe hidden beneath that word could mean something deeper, something he’s chosen to deny and decides to forget about. Eddie knows it’s wrong; to imagine you, his dear friend for ozzy knows how long, all bent and spread for him to fuck because he’s horny. But who wouldn't? 

“Easy for you to say,” you scoff. “You almost fucked that mom from the community pool back summer. And that junkie who blew you when she came to your show and thought a blowjob was enough of a payment for weed.” He feels the rough pad of your thumb rub a spot beside his eye, stinging slightly. 

“She gives really good head,” he nods slightly. “ ‘m just saying, sweetheart. You just need to look hard.”

“Oh yeah?” you take your eyeliner away from his eyes, snapping the cap back in place before your hands rest on his shoulders. “Like you? Because I think that your little friend—”

Your finger drags down his chest, movement sedated and teasing, nail scraping on the printed typography before they press deep into the thick flesh of his torso, trailing down like you’re exploring uncharted territories. They come across his thighs, hard and thick, short nails scratching the denim before you tease and sink deeper, feeling up the sudden rock in his pants that presses right onto your crotch.

Eddie blames you for the hard on in, had you not been subtly grinding on it for the past minute or so when you were applying eyeliner, acting nonchalantly when he felt so constrained in his tight jeans. His bottom lip feels so raw from all the biting he’s done just to not moan out loud. And it feels sick — perverted — to have a boner when your best friend sits on your lap.

“—kind of agrees with me,” you trace his bulge, unevenly round and thick, your hand wanting to squeeze but you spare him the insanity. “He’s been poking out ever since I sat on your lap. I think he wants you to say that you need some help.”

“And I think I’m the only one who can know what my dick says,” he sneers, his hand coming out from behind you to grasp your forearm and run his thumb on the inked bats on your skin. “And he says he’s perfectly fine staying inside until he gets home and feels the love of my hand.”

You tut, pouting as you brush the hair out of his face and tuck it behind his ears, bangs unruly on his forehead that it almost pokes his pretty eyes. “Shame,” you pop the eyeliner back on your cup, chastely placing your hands on his shoulders instead. “Would have been happy to help.”

His saliva sticks to the walls of his throat, blocking the next words from coming out because holy fucking shit, you’re flirting with him. Or he thinks you’re flirting with him. Because friends don’t flirt, right? Best friends, as you so proudly say to others. Best friends don’t flirt, or offer to get rid of someone’s fucking boner; he shouldn’t feel this proverbial hunger towards you, like the words that had rolled off your tongue was a drop of water that rolls down his throat, still leaving him thirsty.

“Tsk,” he chuckles dryly, palms running up and down your bare thighs. You expected him to say something else, but it seemed like he’s at a loss for words whenever you graze his bulge when you adjust your seat to remove the numbness of your calf. You feel like the senile chair would snap it legs and drop you into this void of just him and you, left alone to be stubborn and in denial. 

“I could, though,” you murmur, fingers grazing his slightly coarse hair. “I can h-help you. With your problem. I don’t mind.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie sighs heavily, his hot breath fanning your face. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re forced to just because I got a boner while you’re on top of me.”

“It’s not that,” you grip his shoulders tightly, trying to stop yourself from grinding again. Because god, fuck, if you had a dick of your own, you’d be as hard as him. “It’s just a friendly offer. Both of us hadn’t had fuck since last month and, well, we’re here now, are we? Might as well just…get on with it.”

It’s atrociously fun, your offer. Because even though you’d agree to forget about it in the end, both of you would certainly not forget about it. Eddie knows nothing would be the same if he agreed, if he acted like he’s wanted to fuck you for ages. You’d know with the way he’d act, with the way he speaks, that he’s always yearned for it, and he’s afraid it would cause a strain to your friendship. But fuck—you’re offering it yourself; and he’d cut his own dick off if he ever denied the chance. 

Giving in into having sex with you just because he hasn’t had a decent fuck in a while? Was it selfish, maybe, even if he knows it’s going to change everything. But hey, the chance is right in front of him.

Eddie’s silence deludes you into thinking that he might have been disgusted by your offer. You don’t see the way his pupils widen and shrink ever so often, and it makes you remove your hands from his shoulders and sigh. “You know what? Forget about it. I don’t even know why I said that,”

“Hey,” he reaches out to clasp your wrist when you stand up to leave. Your right leg’s on the ground, the other still bent beside his thigh. Eddie looks up at you with unsure eyes, thumb running along your pulse point. “I was…going to say why not.”

Your lips part. “Really?”

“Yeah,” his eyebrows furrow and his nose wrinkles as he says it, urging you to sit back on his lap by the gentle pull on your hand. “I mean, you know, it’s just a one time thing, right? We can- we can act like it never happened after. Unless, you don’t want to.”

You don’t know if he’s saying all of that to spare your feelings, or if he wants the same thing you do—being fuck buddies, and whatnot, until you’d both come to terms that you actually like each other. But maybe that’s just your fantasy that he felt the same way you did, and that Eddie’s only saying yes because he’s just as deprived as you are.

“We don’t have to think about that now,” you sit gently on his thighs. The hand that he doesn’t hold tugs on the thread hanging on the bottom of your shirt, fingers twirling and pulling slightly. “We can just have sex. Then, let’s think about it after. That way we can see if- we can continue it or…not.”

Eddie’s looking directly into your eyes, right where you can see the specks of concupiscent dust glaze his brown eyes. And somehow, your faces are so close yet so far, with the way you feel the very tips of his eyelashes graze your cheeks ever so softly when he blinks. 

“Great idea,” he says. And his hand hovers like he debates on cupping your face or holding your waist again. 

“You can hold me,” you take his hands, placing them on your waist. “I’m not gonna bite,”

“Oh, I know you won’t,” he chuckles, sighing deeply when you bite your lip. “‘Y too soft to bite.”

You pull away, though still your faces are still close. Eddie’s bemused by the incredulity on your face, the way your parted lips etch into a feigned offended smile. “I’m too soft to bite?” you repeat, nails scraping on his exposed arms before you suddenly tangle your hand in his hair and pull harshly; lo and behold, he whimpers. “Aw, look at that. He made a sound.”

“That’s because it hurt,” he snaps, chest heaving against yours. “How would you react when I pull on your hair?”

“The same thing,” your other hand pushes his hair behind his ear, pouting at him. “I would have moaned like you did,”

Eddie’s nostrils flare, eyes darkening. “Fuck you.”

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, you tug on his hair again and fuck, he whimpers. “No, I fuck you.” Your nails scrape his scalp, Eddie digging his own at your skin. “What, you think just because I offered I’d let you use me? That’s not how it works, sweetie.”

You pull back, your hand still in his hair before you lean in to kiss him hard on his chapped lips. 

It’s sultry, in that exchange of hot breaths between open mouths and teeth clashing. Eddie grunts against you when you coincide with your hip rolling each time your lips close around his. Judas Priest replaces Ozzy Osbourne’s yelling rasps, Love Bites deep thrumming like the chime of a bell cascades the ambience of the moment. You’re bold when your tongue slips past his lips to tackle his, sinking deeper that your nose bends on his cheek.

It’s new and it’s scary to kiss your best friend with the crisp trepidation of the future of your friendship. Because yeah, a simple kiss can change everything. It’s not chaste, it’s not for comfort, it’s not by accident; you’d both agreed to it, and it's unbeknownst to the both of you what the kiss truly meant to either of you. It’s driving you insane.

Your mind buzzes in delirium as you feel his shirt, wrinkles and damp from the sweat. He’s humming and he’s grunting with the wet clicks of your rapacious lips. And Eddie’s had enough, his hands coming down to grip the back of your thighs tightly, standing up from the chair and wrapping your legs around his waist. You fall heavily with him, your back landing on your crumpled sheets, his crotch immediately grinding against yours like a payback.

You moan, tugging on the hair on the nape of his neck. “Fuck,”

“What’s that, bats?” he taunts. “You fuck me? Say it again, sweetheart,” he rolls his hips deeper, bulge pressing right on you. “Say it. That you’ll fuck me. If you can, I’ll let you. If you don’t,” Eddie bites gently at your bottom lip, letting it go and watches as it pops right back. “Guess I'll have to be in control.”

Unpleased by his teasing, you push on his shoulders. Eddie falls back, body pinned to the mattress when you straddle his stomach, your hands gripping his wrists. “I fuck you,” you repeat, jaw clenching. “I’m in charge, you hear me?”

You don’t wait for his answer, because your hands are bringing themselves down to tug on his collar, pulling them apart until the weak shirt rips in half. Eddie’s eyes widen at the rip, lifting his head to press his chin on his neck as he looks at your damage. He laughs. “You’re lucky that wasn’t my favorite shirt,”

“I can get you a new one,” you say quickly, placing your palms beneath his chest to admire the tattoos on his fair skin. You lean back down to kiss him on his lips, gently this time, before you drag your lips down to his red cheeks, to his jawline where the faintest of a stubble begins to grow. Eddie exhales, the faint touch of your finger enough to send heat all over his chest. The Demon stares directly at you when you scrape your nails on the black art, punishing and guiding. “This still creeps me out, by the way,”

Eddie looks at the tattoo, frowning. “It’s still cool,”

His eyeliner smudges a little, making his eyes almost caliginous in his own wanton abyss. You press your lips right on the tattoo, coming down to teasingly nip at his nipple before your hands cup his pecs. And you grind on him again, your ass on his crotch and your covered cunt on the flat of his stomach as you let your hand drive up to splay across his chest. 

“Christ, (y/n),” he groans impatiently. “Stop fucking dry humping me.”

“Yeah, well, what is it, Eddie?” you cock your head at him. “Who are you telling that to, hm? Christ or me?”

He sits up, hips jutting to yours that elicits a hushed moan from you. Eddie’s hands prop him up from behind, leaning up to kiss you feverishly again. “You,” he answers, shaking his head at you. “But I think (y/n)’s too formal. ‘Bats’ is too sentimental. I like to…spice things up. There’s a reason why I never call you by your name during DnD, sweets,” he lets one hand go, taking your cheek into his palm. “Whatcha say? Let’s try something new other than bats. Like…like mommy.”

Your rutting slows down a bit, uneven by surprise. You turn your head to him, and he almost comes undone with the way your eyes almost blacken by the dilation of your pupils—the way little glints of arousal light your eyes. Eddie bites his lip when the hand beneath his collarbone nears his neck until you're digging your fingers on either side of his neck. 

“Mommy, huh?” you deride. “I like the sound of that,” you bounce lightly, and you smile when he moans lowly. “You gonna let mommy do whatever she wants? Because I think it was fucking filthy of you to get a boner when I was on your lap,” Eddie lays back down, his hands gripping your ass. “And mommy wants to punish you for a bit, is that alright?”

He nods. “Y-yes.”

You crawl down slowly. “Yes what?”

Eddie whines softly, his palm resting on the thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. “Yes mommy.” he grunts. “Still gonna call you bats, though. Feels uncanny,”

“Commit to it,” you unbuckle his jeans, handcuffs clicking as you do so. “Don’t be shy and naughty, Eddie. You wanted it.”

He lifts up, helping you tug his jeans down. Eddie could care less if you lose his jeans in the pile of clothes on the ground, because you’re beneath him. You’re not exactly kneeling—a sight he’d kill for—but seeing your face hovering over his cock hidden by his briefs was enough to make his mouth water and suppress a loud moan. Eddie breathes heavily when you press a kiss on top of his bulge, looking so cherubic and innocent it’s driving him insane.

Now you are mine, In my control. One taste of your life, and I own your soul

You sing it against him, exhaling at each worth that your hot breath makes him jolt. Eddie whines, looking down at you to see that you’re hooking your fingers on the band of his briefs, tugging them down until his feet slip past the holes and you’re throwing it aside. 

Amused by the sight of your tongue licking your lips at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his happy trail, a glob of precum leaking down to land on the coarse hair above his dick. Eddie’s hand comes down to brush your hair out of your face. “‘S not fair that I’m naked and you’re still clothed.”

“Patience,” you scoff, leaning back to shed your shirt. You shiver when your bare tits feel the air conditioned air nip at your exposed nipples, but you smirk when Eddie gawps at the sight of you being bare chested and kneeling at the end of your bed right in front of his cock. 

Not once did he imagine the sound of a zipper going down could excite him this much, but fuck, your removing your shorts and tossing it at him. Eddie catches it, shamelessly bunching it up in his fist and digging his nose into the crutch point, where he whiffs at the faint scent of your arousal.

“I can imagine just how wet you are,” he throws it aside. “I can fucking smell it on your shorts.”

You’re standing up, right where the exploration of his eyes land on the black lace that covers you, shows well your bumps and the askew imperfections on your thighs. Its floral folderol craves him for the exposure, and it has him tracing the other integrants of you—the matching bat tattoos on your forearm that you’ve both gotten when you turned 18, your Cockatrice dragon to his Wyvern on your other arm; your own demon on your waistline inspired by Gene Simmons, the coiling snake beneath your right breast, and a bell right between your collarbones. It makes Eddie sit up.

“That’s new,” he points to the black bell. “When’d you get that?”

“Last week,” you drag your finger across it. “Metallica’s growing on me.”

For Whom The Bell Tolls. That’s hot.

Eddie bites his lip when you sway your hips side to side as you leisurely get rid of your black lace, your head lifting to gaze coquettishly at him. “Wanna know how wet mommy got, Eddie?” you hum. He nods his head, muttering a low fuck yeah, his lips all swollen from the lip biting that he eases the pain by licking his lips. 

His cock throbs at the bare sight of your cunt, not fully exposed but he sees the small triangular bush on top. Eddie stops himself from touching his length right there and then as the lace slips past your knees and soon your feet, tossing it at his face that he clumsily catches. You gasp when he sniffs every inch of it, licking the crotch with the flat of his tongue before he’s flinging it somewhere in a corner.

“Smell good, bats,” Eddie growls. “Fucking delectable.”

You come back to kneel at the end of the bed, right between his legs before you're laying on your stomach. Eddie watches with a parted mouth as you trail kisses up his thigh. And you waste no time to spit on your hand and wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping him in an adagio manner. He lets out a moanish sigh, taking two pillows to rest his head all while he watches you tease him.

“Think you deserve my mouth?” you drawl, biting gently at the fat of his thigh. “Tell me, Eddie. Do you deserve mommy’s cock? After being so naughty? I wonder what other girls would think of you having a boner when you sit on their lap. ‘S like you’re a poor little virgin.”

Your thumb traces the slit of the bulging mushroom head, and it’s taking all of his strength not to thrust up. Your touch is burning, only on his cock but felt tactile like the blaze spreads through his veins like a wildfire. Eddie whines. “Please,” he begs. “I’ve been good, mommy. Jus’ couldn’t help it. You looked hot.” you look up at him. “So fucking sexy sitting on my lap, bats.”

Giggling, you shake your head and press a short kiss on his tip. “You’re lucky flattery works with me.” 

A loud moan, louder than Rob Haldford, leaves Eddie’s valiant mouth when you sink your head down his cock, your throat opening to welcome his tip that gags you, your nose grazing the bush of curls. It was a sudden suck, the way your cheeks enclose greedily around his length that makes his legs shake. His fists curl your sheets as you begin to bob your head.

You slap his hand away when it comes down to the back of your head, pulling out and squeezing his shaft. “Keep your hands to yourself, slut. And stay still. If you so much as thrust up my face without my permission, I’m leaving you here all wet with your balls blue.”

He definitely almost came. “Fuck. I’m sorry, m-mommy.”

When you take him into your mouth again with glaring eyes, Eddie thinks of the other girls—a wrong moment to do so, but he remembers how incompetend they were at making him feel so good by the simple touch on his dick. They didn’t send shivers up his spine, they didn’t bear the same dominancy you did; didn’t make him submit indigently the way you made him to. He’s never felt this good in a long time, and it’s just your fucking mouth around him.

“Your cock’s so big, Eddie,” you press your palm on the vein beneath his shaft, kitten licking his tip. “Taste so fucking good, too.” like the way I imagined, you almost say. But you don’t want him to know that; it’s embarrassing to make him think that you’d hump a pillow and imagine fucking his face. 

“Feels s-sooo fucking good—shit…bats,” he pants. You close your lips around his helmet, hand on his shaft pumping him as you bob your head around his tip but never fully taking him into your mouth. The feeling was still unexplainably stupefying, your tongue pressing flat on the throbbing flesh of his tip, hands fast and gyrating around his slick shaft that he hears wet sounds against your palm and his sensitive skin. 

His grunts and loud moaning sends a hot pool between your legs that it’s starting to drip down your legs to the bed, sticky and sweet and painful from the lack of touch. You take your vacant hand down between your body and the bed, fingers reaching blindly for your clit. And when you rub the swollen nub, you moan against his head that sends vibrations.

“Shit!” his ass clenches, stopping himself from bucking up. Eddie looks down to see your arm wedged uncomfortably beneath you, and he feels his orgasm build up to the edge of the wall when your eyes close as you rub your clit and suck on his cock. “Are you- touching yourself?”

You hum around him, head bobbing in rhythm to the music. You pull away from his cock, to kiss your way down to his heavy balls. Eddie mewls, whining when you rub your clit faster as you lick his balls. Everything feels overwhelmingly good when you suck on his balls, tongue lifting his heavy sack and enclosing your lips around the dark flesh. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, throwing his head down to his pillow and covering his eyes with his forearm. 

He feels the eyeliner transfer to his sweaty skin, his sweat taking the liquid kohl and dripping down his temple. But it might have been the tears that threaten to spill past his eyes that sets the makeup off down his face, because your sloppy sucking and quick pumping, it felt so good it renders him an almost sobbing mess beneath you.

“Mommy,” he heaves. “I’m close,”

“Hold it in, then,” you order. “I’m not done. You can touch my hair now, by the way.”

You capture his sack with the most pure look you could muster, as if what you're doing isn’t so fucking unholy. Like you’re at the gates of heaven proving your innocence. Your hands leave him and yourself to push on the back his thighs, letting his feet plant on the mattress, pushing them wide apart to give yourself better access. Eddie moans, almost a scream ripping out his throat and it’s when the tears slowly start, your hand coming back to pump his wet cock loudly, your muffled moaning like music that comes with the squelching of his cock.

“Such a pretty dick,” you tease. “So pretty and good. Wonder what it would feel like to have you inside me. I’m gonna fucking milk you dry until you’re crying and in pain.”

Eddie pats your head, running his fingers through the tangled mess as you look up at him, eyelashes wet and curled, mouth full of his balls that you suck greedily. His missing orgasm is painful, and he finds himself begging embarrassingly. “Bats, can I cum, please? I’ve been good. Fuck—I’ve been such a good boy for you. Please let me cum.”

Your laugh is sardonic and mean, pressing a kiss to his heavy sack before you’re licking up from his balls to his shaft and tip. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Vampishly, you sink your head down his cock again, gagging around him that a string of saliva drips down your neck and the valley of your breast. Eddie mewls, and with a couple more closed cheeks, head bobbing and sucking and licking, he’s shooting his seed at the back of your throat. His warm delicacy coating the walls of your throat.

You don’t stop until he’s milked, sinking your head deeper and deeper until his cum starts to drip out your mouth. Once you’re done, you let him go with a pop. Your finger scooping up his cum and pushing it back into your mouth.

“Mother of Ozzy,” he whispers, watching you suck on your fingers, his legs dropping down. “S-shit. Come here, bats.”

You come back to sit on his lap, his dick still hard but bends down when you grind your cunt against him. Eddie’s (and your) moans are muffled when you kiss him, taking his face in your hands as you kiss him with fervor, slowly grinding on his shaft like you did earlier. Eddie wraps his hands around your back, keeping your chest flushed against his as his tongue evades your mouth.

“You taste like my cum,” he murmurs. 

“Tastes good,” you giggle. “Aw, your eyeliner. I worked hard on that.”

 Eddie pouts. “You give the best fucking head, bats. Couldn’t help it.” 

Tracing his jawline with your finger, you smile at his praise. “Think you can handle one more? Or you just want to lay back and watch me touch myself?”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. His answer dies in his mouth when he looks up at you—and Ozzy, you’re fucking beautiful. With your lips plump, eyes glazed in mutual titillation. Like you’re not just fucking, like you didn’t just suck him off just to replenish your venereal hunger. But he doesn’t know what it is, and so do you (though only because you try to ignore the real reason you can’t fathom).

“Me? I can handle more. Fuck me in the ass if you want, bats,” he presses a quick kiss. “You got any condoms?”

With a hand on his shoulder, Eddie keeps you in place as you lean across the bedside table and clumsily open the drawer. You pull out a pack, splayed out in the wooden cabinet from its box, holding it between your middle and index finger as you wiggle your eyebrows at him. “I got twenty more.”

“Easy there, mama,” his voice is low and almost growling as he looks at your lips. The mixtape whirls as you rip the package open with your teeth. Seek and Destroy by Metallica starts playing, your fingers taking the condom from the foil and placing it on your mouth, lips around the plastic ring before you bend down to wrap the condom around his cock. “Fuck.Where’d you learn that?”

You take him fully in your mouth again, cheekily sucking before you pull out and push your hair out of your face. “Steve Harrington. Junior Year,” Eddie gawps. “Right after Nancy Wheeler dumped him.”

“Holy shit,” despite the panging jealousy, he laughs in shock. “You’re something else, baby.”

Baby.

Heat brushes your cheeks, makes you laugh shyly as you take his sensitive cock in your hand. “Lay back down.”

Eddie complies with the help of your hand pushing his back to the bed. You kneel, hand grabbing his cock and straightening it until his tip’s prodding your entrance. You keenly breathe in when you sink, his thick girth splitting your wet pussy open. He lets out a moan that’s almost painful, greedy hands coming to palm your waist to help you sink.

“Shiiiiiiit,” you gasp. “God, you feel fucking amazing, Eds. So fucking big.”

“That’s it mommy. God, so tight,” Eddie’s eyes drip heavily. “You like my dick?”

His neck stretches when you choke him, his head falling back. “Fucking love your fat cock,” you mewl, throwing your head back. Eddie removes his hands from your waist to palm at your tits, feeling his mushroom bulge in your stomach once you’ve fully sat. 

Barely a minute after he’s fully in, you begin moving. The wet sound of your pussy dragging up from his length makes you even wetter, dripping down his navel, his happy trail all sticky. Your hand leaves his neck to scratch on his chest, watching as slanted, red marks paint his skin and his tattoos before you drop down. 

Eddie moans, his feet planting up the bed once more to rest your curved back. “You look so pretty,” he pants. “Riding my cock. Touched myself every night to the thought of this. And I know it’s wrong, bats, but I couldn’t fucking help it. I’d—I’d bend a pillow and fuck it, thinking it was your pussy. And all along I thought you’d let me have my way with you. But I was so wrong.”

You grind and bounce at an adequate pace, your walls clenching around him, your ass slapping against the skin of his thighs everytime you come back down. Eddie relishes in the blissful haze hailed upon you, your eyebrows scrunched and raised, jaw slack as you let out mewls with the same volume as his. Almost to the point that the loud music can’t even drown out your euphoric cries.

The tears began forming from the stinging overstimulation, his cock twitching immediately and he feels so raw. His vigor shredded and he submits himself to you, laying and moaning beneath your sedulous fucking. 

And he knows, even with the rubber separating his flesh to yours, that everything has changed. No one else could fuck him the way you do, the way you sucked him off, the way you ruled over him and his body. Eddie’s tears choke his moans, the ebony makeup spilling down to your white sheets, your nails scratching all over his tattoos as you bounce faster.

“Jesus. You fucking whore,” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, eyes slamming shut as you bounce. You glow with the sheen layer of sweat coating your body, breathtaking in all your pulchritudinous galore. Eddie traces the stretch marks on your thigh and thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful than the rare sight of you all pleasured and his. “God, Eddie, you feel so amazing.”

Your head ducks, a sob coming out of you. Your heart palpitates, the shattering sensation of being fucked open by your best friend gives you blindsiding revelation that you would rather be with him than anyone else. Because the touch of his hands is nothing but comforting after your cruelty. 

You bounce faster on his cock. Eddie’s tears are stained with gray rivulets, coming up to sit and push your chest against him so he can hug you. Your hand tangles itself on his unkempt hair, nails scratching his back, whereas he’s muffling his growls by biting on your shoulder. Eddie kisses his way to your neck, sucking and biting a love bite in. 

“I’m close, bats,” he pants against your sweaty flesh. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I can’t hold it in.”

“Okay,” you nod, pulling away to press your forehead against his. You exchange breathy moans, your bounces now with the help of Eddie as you slowly lose your energy. “F-fuck. All this time I’ve been searching for some rando to fuck. Should’ve just gone to you.” He wedges his hand between your bodies, his fingers dancing across your clit that makes you bump your forehead harder with his. “Fuck, Eddie. Cum. I wanna feel you cum.”

Eddie keens on his orgasm, and so do you. Sobbing and mewling into each other’s mouths as your grinding slows down, feeling his warm cum fill his condom, your own climax covering the rubber. He runs his hands up and down your back, before they come up to your shoulder and cup your face, pushing your hair aside so he could kiss you.

A kiss sweeter and more innocent than the first one. Eddie takes your wet lips into his, soft with his pants and his touch. And with his lips still yours, he helps you kneel up to pull his softening cock out of your gaping cunt. You hiss lightly, a tear coating your eyelashes that he wipes away as he sits you down on his thigh. 

“That’s it, mama,” his voice is raw and croaky, you rest your head on his shoulder, hands leaving you momentarily to pull his condom out. You watch as Eddie tiredly ties the condom, reaching the bin beneath your bed and throws it inside before he’s hugging you again, fingers rubbing your jaw and thigh. “You did good, bats. Tired?”

You nod your head. Eddie urges you to lay on the bed, where you lay on your side and prop your head up with your hand, He wipes the eyeliner off with the side of his thumb, eyes never leaving you.

“So,” you scratch the column of your neck. “That was intense. Didn’t know the Dungeon Master had it in him to call me mommy but, I wouldn’t complain.”

“Shut up,” he pushes on your shoulder, mimicking your position. Eddie’s fingers trace the curvatures of your waist, hovering over your stretch marks. “I didn't know you had it in you. Did you suck Harrington like that too?”

You laugh, hiding your eyes. “No. No, I never blew him. He’s very eager with giving head, it's insane.” Eddie smiles. “But he’s really good at it. He’s got a bit of a breeding kink. Kept whining about condoms but.”

“At least he’s good at giving head,” his rings are cold against your skin. Scooting closer, Eddie nestles his cheek on the side of his elbow. “So I know we literally just finished having sex but…are you still up for another?”

“Jesus, give me a break. I’m not a machine y’know,” he laughs. 

“That’s not what I meant,”

You bite your lip nervously, taking his hand into yours and staring at the difference of its sizes. Your fingers were more slender than his, but his hand  in general was bigger. “I’m still up to play house. I really liked the whole mommy thing.”

Eddie smiles, seraphic and pretty. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you brush the curls away from his face. “Uncle Wayne wouldn’t be here for a couple hours. My parents are still out. So we can fuck for as long as we want.”

Your offer excites him. Eddie takes your cups your face and kisses you once more, deciding to worry about what would happen after all this later.

STAY | 16

It’s time you step up and talk things out with Jungkook.

index • previous

Word count: 12k

Warnings: smut.

# hurt/comfort, themed grad party where things happen 👀, not as dramatic as you’d think, Ari Besto Friendo, lovemaking *ugly sobs*, ‘spanking’, ‘rough’ handjob, mommy kink, spitting, squirting, overstimulation, “choking”, orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal sex, soft degrading kink.

A/N: this is the end. See you in therapy. Also, I recommend you to listen to the playlist while reading, it gets you.

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virgin!eddie x experienced!metal!reader

warnings: this is smut. 18+ only (minors dni!). p in v, oral for both, v masturbation, hair pulling if you squint, sub!eddie, dom!reader, use of 'ma'am', 'good/sweet/baby boy', 'baby', 'sweetie/sweetheart', some cockwarming at the end for funsies.

a/n: hi, this is my first fic in this fandom. i would usually post this on my personal blog, but i really don't want it being found now that i'm an ~adult~ with a ~career~ and apparently that means not being known for writing smut. which i did exclusively in other fandoms. anyway. here it is!

synopsis: after the latest of many encounters with a gorgeous metalhead he met at a concert, eddie accepts an invitation to go back to her place.

The personal mix tape he had made you for your first date played in the background. Summer air lifted the curtains in your window, wafting over the scent of the now half-dead flowers he had given you on your second date. Your ring, which you had given him to wear on his necklace at the end of your third date -- or had it been your fourth? --, clacked against his signature guitar pick as your fingers gripped the back of his neck.

But all of that, all the dates and memories, faded away with the rest of the world until it was just you and Eddie Munson -- you in his lap, his hands under your shirt, making out like two desperate teenagers.

That's what you'd thought he was at first. Just some Hawkins High reject with a fake ID and enough balls to brave the security outside the club where you and your band played every Thursday night. You were used to fanboys. Baby punks looking to check off another item on their Bucket List of Badassery. Sleep with the bass player. That wasn't how you rolled. You liked to have fun, but when it came to sex? That shit meant something to you.

When you'd told as much to Eddie -- who had assured you that his ID wasn't fake and he was definitely older than the other members of his band -- he didn't walk away. Plenty of guys had before. Too impatient. But there was something different about this one. Eddie actually listened when you spoke, and remembered what you said. He'd invited you to play D&D with his group, out to lunch, and to his band's practice sesh. Decidedly non-sexual dates. Something that you (a "certified metal babe" as Eddie had once put it) weren't used to.

Make no mistake, there was more than enough sexual tension. Eddie had told you plenty of times he wanted to see the rest of the tattoos you had hidden beneath your clothes. More than once he had nipped at your lower lip while kissing, or his hands guided your hips to press flush against his. But nothing felt forced, or required, or owed.

You did everything because you wanted to. And that night, you wanted one thing and one thing only.

And judging by the way he groaned when you sucked on the soft flesh of his neck, so did Eddie.

"Fuck," he ground out under his breath when your hips rolled against his. "You're fucking amazing."

His arms wrapped around your hips, securing you in place while he rutted up against you. You wore a pleated skirt, and could feel through your panties the growing bulge beneath his hard denim. You giggled, a wicked tinge to the sound, and brushed your lips against his ear.

"I haven't even taken my clothes off and you're already so worked up." You nipped at his earlobe. "Poor thing, you've waited so long, so patiently. How many nights have you fucked yourself, hm? So frustrated."

Apparently at a loss for words, Eddie leaned back and captured your lips in a sloppy kiss. His hands skated up your sides, taking your shirt with them, rubbing your back and skipping over your bra.

Wait. Was he... shaking? God, he was desperate. You decided to take matters into your own hands -- or else you'd be making out for the next hour. In one quick flourish, you removed your shirt and tossed it to the floor. You'd worn your black lace bra, the one that was a little uncomfortable but made your tits practically spill out of it. And besides, you figured you wouldn't be wearing it for long.

Eddie groaned at the sight of you. His lips were on your cleavage, mouth tracing the gentle slope of your collar bones, sucking at biting at your flesh. You took his hands in yours and guided them up to your bra clasp. His fingers immediately went to work.

For five seconds. Then fifteen. His kisses slowed as his focus shifted, and when you leaned back to look him in the eyes, not only was his gaze downcast but his cheeks were red.

"S-Sorry," he breathed. "I'm just... Just a little nervous, I guess."

You chuckled and lifted his face in both hands, your gazes meeting. You pressed a kiss to his nose.

"Baby, don't be nervous. I'm just like any other girl."

"Yeah, well, I haven't..." He cleared his throat, hands returning to your hips, fingers tapping in an anxious fidget. "I haven't really been with... any other girl."

"No way."

Those were not the right words. Eddie flinched, shaking his head, a begrudging smile on his mouth.

"Yes way. Uh, not many girls want to fuck the freak." He squeezed your hips. "Look, I know you probably think it's stupid. I'm sorry --"

"No, no. I only said that because... I mean, look at you." You tipped his chin back up, one hand running down his still-clothed chest. "I don't get how you don't have girls tripping over themselves trying to get in your pants."

He lets out a laugh, bitter, short. "A couple made it all the way to the trailer before they realized they'd made a mistake."

"They did make a mistake." You readjusted yourself, settling further into his lap and tossing your arms over his shoulders. "They could've been the first person to have your cock in their mouth, or in their pussy, or to see you cum. But I'll gladly take their place."

You rolled your hips, grinding down onto him. Eddie closed his eyes, reveling in your warmth, the certainty of your movements, the promise in your words.

"I'm not gonna be good," he announced, his eyes flying open. "I know you probably expected this night to be different, but I don't know what I'm doing. I mean, I've seen porn and stuff but... I know that shit isn't real."

You smirked. At least you didn't have to have that talk with him.

"Don't worry. Why don't you just lay back and let me make you feel good, hm? And if you don't like something, you want me to slow down," your fingers curled into his hair and tugged, tilting his head back a little, "or speed up, you just tell me. Okay, sweet boy?"

"I want you to feel good, too," he said, breathless, fingers drifting up your ribs.

"Oh, sweetheart. I plan on using you to cum until I can't even remember my own name."

Eddie let out a whimper, and you wasted no time unclasping your bra and letting it fall somewhere near your shirt.

"Touch me. Wherever you want, whatever feels right."

His dark eyes were locked on your tits. He lifted one hand, the other still on your hip, and cupped one in his palm. His thumb drifted over your nipple. You let out a soft moan, bottom lip between your teeth, and let your head fall back. Your hips kept moving, slow, hard thrusts against him. He pinched your nipple, tugged it, and you let his name fall from your lips.

"More," you whispered.

A sudden bout of bravado must have taken him, because he leaned forward and latched onto your nipple, his hot, wet lips puckering as he sucked. You cussed, one hand returning to the back of his head to push him further. He must have gotten the message; you felt his tongue swirl around your pert nipple, flicking over it. Your hips stuttered, new wetness pooling between your legs.

His other hand came up to tease your other breast, tugging and playing with your nipple before capturing it in his mouth and sucking.

"You have no idea how good this feels," you sighed, shutting your eyes. "I'll show you. Let me show you. Is that okay?"

He nodded, humming his approval, and the vibration sent electric shocks through you. He released your nipple with a pop! and looked up at you, anticipating.

"There are way too many clothes between us," you said, still panting for breath. "Should we fix that?"

You'd never seen a guy fling his shirt off faster. His Hellfire shirt was his favourite, too, but there it was discarded alongside yours. Eddie was lean, little muscle to him, and had a tummy that stuck out a bit. Your fingers ghosted over his tattoos, hand drifting down to trace his happy trail with one finger. You removed yourself from his lap, kneeling between his outstretched legs, and hooked your finger in his waistband.

"Just like I imagined," you cooed, and tilted your head to one side. "I think of you every night, especially after you drop me off." You unzipped your skirt and, slowly, slipped it off. His eyes were on you, fixated, following every move. "I get home, run upstairs, and lay down in this bed. I slowly take off every piece of clothing, pretending its you undressing me. I'm always soaking wet." You hiked your panties a little higher, their black lace slipping against your folds. Eddie licked his lips. "Sometimes I get into the shower and let the water rush over my cunt until I'm shaking. Sometimes I rut against one of the pillows you're leaning against."

Eddie unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans. "I don't always make it back home."

"No?"

He shook his head. "I've had to pull over and jerk off way too many times."

"Poor, desperate baby." Once his pants were undone, you helped ease them off. "You just can't control yourself, can you?"

"No, ma'am."

You cocked an eyebrow at the title. Eddie's face went bright red.

"S-Sorry, I --"

"I have good news for you, then: you don't have to control yourself around me. I'm the one in control. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

He swallowed thickly. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy."

He whimpered, but this time you weren't sure if it was because of your words or because you dragged your nails over his bulge through his boxers. A quick nod from him was all you needed to take those off, too. His hard, leaking cock sprung free, a desperate red at the tip. Bigger than you'd imagined.

"I've wanted to do this since the night we met," you said before licking a long stripe, balls to tip, along the underside of his cock.

Eddie jumped, hips twitching up, searching for purchase. You leaned forward, stroking his dick, letting the tip brush against your nipples.

"Just relax, sweetheart. I've got you."

You lowered your head and swirled your tongue over his tip, velvety soft, salty with precum. Eddie's eyes fluttered shut. He fell back against your pillows, fingers already twisting the sheets. He moaned a string of cusses when you enveloped him in your mouth and sucked -- softly to start. But gradually, your movements quickened and you took his cock deeper, one hand jerking the part you couldn't swallow.

When you glanced up, Eddie's eyes were screwed shut. His chest rose up and down rapidly. You pulled away, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.

"Baby, look at me."

He shook his head. "I'll cum in five seconds if I do."

Your chuckle made his eyes open.

"Aw, sweetie," you drawled, pressing a kiss to his tip, "you don't get to decide when you cum tonight. I'm in control, remember?"

His cock twitched against your lips. You reached one hand up.

"Hand me a pillow, will you? The one with the thick seam."

He reached back and did as you asked. "Are you uncomfortable down there? We can stop."

"I'm not uncomfortable," you said, positioning the pillow between your legs so that the seam lined up with your clit. "Just need a little relief."

You didn't give him time to respond. You took him back into your mouth and ground down on the pillow at the same time. You moaned around him, sweet friction making your pussy clench around nothing. You could feel the pillow getting wet beneath you. You reached down to pull your panties aside, plucking them from where the fabric had slipped between your puffy folds, and groaned when your swollen clit met the seam directly.

Eddie's breaths were hitched and uneven. One hand had come down to grip your hair. The taste of precum was overwhelming now. You lifted your head, leaving his cock hot, soaked, and throbbing between you.

"Watch me," you commanded, taking the pillow away and spreading your legs open. "And don't touch yourself. You're finishing inside me tonight."

Eddie could only nod, sitting up. You dragged your fingers through your folds, gathering your juices and bringing them up to slather your clit. You let out a moan, circling the sensitive bud with two fingers.

"You see where I'm touching, right there? That's as sensitive as the head of your cock. Touch it, lick it, suck it, and I'll melt in your arms. See how I'm doing it?" You spread your legs further, showing him how you pushed two fingers into your opening and dragged them back up to your clit.

You knew just how to get yourself worked up. But having Eddie there watching you, eyes hazy with ardour, made it ten times better. Your breath hitched at every flick of your fingers. When one hand drifted up to play with your tits, you felt every brush of your fingers as if it were the first time. His gaze was locked on you, memorizing every movement, learning just the way you liked it.

His voice was husky and low, so much that you almost didn't hear him when he said, "You said lick it, suck it. Can... Can I try?"

Your fingers were stuffed in your pussy, to the knuckle, and slowly you removed them. You got back on your knees and reached out. Eddie opened his mouth, his hot tongue tasting your fingers, and he moaned.

"You want to taste?"

He released your fingers with a wet pop. "I want to make you feel good."

You nodded. Eddie was on his hands and knees, crawling up to settle between your legs. You spread them wide, but Eddie grabbed them and hooked them over his shoulders. He gave your opening a few tentative flicks with the tip of his tongue. Then, he licked a stripe from your opening to your clit, his tongue laid flat.

You let out a long, high-pitched moan. "Just like that, fuck, just like that, baby."

You could feel his grin. He was down there for forty-five minutes, greedily shoving his tongue into you, sucking your clit -- gently, then hard enough to make you cry out. His ass rolled as he rutted against your bed, shaking his head, teasing your clit, slipping two fingers inside you.

"Curl your fingers," you gasped at one point. "Like this." You make a come-hither motion. "You'll feel a soft spot, just touch th--"

Your words devolved into babbling moans as the pads of his fingers connected with that sweet spot. At first he flinched away, uncertain. But once Eddie was sure it felt good, and your back arching off the bed wasn't out of pain, he hooked his fingers inside you and focused his mouth on your clit.

"Fuck, fuck! I'm so close." But you knew you needed more than just this. "Stop, stop."

Eddie pulled away, soaked from nose to chin. Concern creased his forehead.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need more than that to cum."

"Sorry, I know I'm probably not great at that yet."

You grasped his face in your hands and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue as it wrapped around yours. When you pulled away, you were both breathless.

"You're amazing, baby. It's not you, it's just how my body works." You straddled him, then reached over to your bedside drawer. "And I just so happen to need your cock inside me. Is that so bad?"

Eddie shook his head as you retrieved a condom from your drawer.

"I insist," you told him, used to having heard every argument in the book. But Eddie made no complaints, letting you unfurl it onto his cock.

You sat up on your knees, guiding his cock with one hand to slide against you folds. In no time, his shaft was slick. You lined up the head of his cock with your entrance.

"Ready, baby?"

Eddie nodded. "Yeah. Yes."

You sunk onto him, inch by delicious inch, feeling his cock stretch you, stinging and sweet. You took a second to settle, waiting until the deep ache of being stretched subsided, then began to move. But Eddie's hands flew to your hips, stilling you. His eyes were squeezed shut again.

"J-Just a second. F-fuck..."

"What is it? Talk to me, baby."

"Just feels s' good. I c-can't... 'm gonna cum too quick."

"Oh, my pretty, baby boy. Look at me." You stroked his face. "Don't you know? That's the whole goal of sex: to cum."

His grip loosened, and you set a slow, gentle pace. As if to distract himself, Eddie's fingers found your clit and rubbed in quick, light circles. You couldn't help throwing your head back with a moan.

"Such a good learner. Good boy."

His hips stuttered. "F-fuck, don't say that. 's too good."

You gasped. "Using your words like a good boy."

He moaned, grabbed your hip with one hand, and shoved you down onto him. His cock slammed into that sweet spot inside you. You saw stars, and had to blink them away as he thrust up into you, just as fast as before but harder now.

You leaned back, exposing your clit for him, and let him set the pace. You gripped the sheets, eyes rolling back.

"S' good, Eddie. Harder! Make me cum. Can you do that, baby?"

Eddie licked his fingers and rubbed your clit, his cool spit setting your senses on fire. You couldn't control the string of moans that escaped your throat as your orgasm quickly approached. You watched him, forehead slick with sweat, hair clinging to it, his lips parted in pleasure, his eyes cloudy, his gaze drifting over you in worship, in reverence.

Your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt squeezing hard around him, and you nearly had to push his hand away from your clit, it became so overstimulated. But just as you recovered, Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist and he held you down on him, heat spreading inside you as he came hard, brow furrowed, eyes shut, forehead against your chest.

"Fuck," he whispered against you. "I... God."

"I thought we'd settled on 'ma'am.'

Eddie glared up at you, but he was grinning. You sat up, gathering his hair up at the back of his head, brushing strands away from his face.

"Was that okay?" you asked.

"Okay?" His gaze had softened to something like wonder. "Jesus, Y/N, that was..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and instead captured your lips in another kiss. This one was slow, deep, his arms still wrapped around you. When you parted, you let your foreheads and noses touch.

"Should we get cleaned up?"

"Mmm," he groaned, "can we just stay like this for awhile?"

"Still hard?" you chuckled.

But Eddie shook his head. "Just want to be close to you for a bit longer." He paused, smiling. "You're not like any other girl, by the way."

"What?"

"Earlier, you said not to be nervous, because you were like any other girl. You're not. You're amazing."

You couldn't hold back your smile. No, Eddie Munson was definitely not like the other guys you'd brought home. He was a freak who brought you flowers and made you mixtapes. Who took his time, actually wanted to make you feel good.

Who let you be his first.

February Filth Fest - Day 7

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader Kink: Aphrodisiacs/Overstim WC: 3.6k Summary: Thick as thieves you’ve seen Wooyoung on good days and bad days. Both of you have done some admittedly dumb things but you’re young and hot and a little reckless. So why is Wooyoung sitting on the sofa pouring sweat in the middle of February when you come home? TW/CW: Bratty!wooyoung, sub!wooyoung, dom!reader, undernegotiated kink, painslut!wooyoung, aphrodisiacs, dubcon, lots of humping (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), degradation (m receiving), inhuman amounts of climaxes, coercion (heavy amounts underline bold), no pronouns used for reader but fem presenting body parts (vagina, breasts), Wooyoung is called names (toy, slut, dumb, bastard), unprotected penetration, multiple creampies

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groupie love [ e. munson ]

summary : groupie love but made for eddie munson. inspiration taken from the song groupie love by lana del rey. interpretation is my own.  apologies if it’s rushed!

a/n : finally i write for my lana month! and this wasn’t even meant for the first day, oopsies. oh well! link is here ,  you can request a song for a character (:

cw: afab!reader, f!reader, p in v unprotected, small oral (m receiving), dom!eddie, rockstar!eddie, groupie!reader, possessiveness, girl bringing down others if you glimpse, crushes, lowercase intentional, lover-ish story? gross french smooching!! jealousy, groupie culture.  lmk if i missed anything!

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Feburary Filth Fest 2023 Masterlist

spit play/hate fucking - Hongjoong

somnophilia - San

uniform - Felix

public sex/feminization - Hyunjin

dacryphilia - Lee Know (Minho)

auralism - Seonghwa & Felix

aphrodisiacs/overstim - Wooyoung

degradation - Seungmin

oral fixation - Han

threesome/ritual - Yunho & Mingi

impregnation - Seonghwa

nipple play - Mingi

mirror sex/edging - Hongjoong

soft dom/sub, roleplay, foodplay (valentine’s day themed) - Mingi

size kink - Yunho

sadism - Jongho

daddy kink/praise - Chan

femdom - Changbin

double penetration - Hongjoong & Seonghwa

deepthroat/collaring - San

voyeurism - IN (Jeongin)

masturbation - Yeosang

cheating/creampie - Hyunjin

pegging - Lee Know (Minho)

manhandling/strength kink - Changbin

omegaverse/vampire - Yeosang

furry/hybrid - Chan

mommy kink/breathplay - Wooyoung

Dreams And Desires

❥ Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Dom/Fem!Reader

❥ Genre: College/University AU, newly established relationship, smut

❥ Summary: Jungkook was getting less shy around you, especially in bed where he decided he didn’t want to listen to your orders anymore.

❥ Word count: 2.9k

❥ Warnings: switch jk (he won't always be a switch, don't worry), jk is not too shy 🫣, unprotected sex, mommy kink, oral (m), face fucking, cum eating.

❥ A.N.: I'm trying really hard to lead this series to somewhere lmaoo, but it seems like they are just destined to fuck. Initially, this chapter was going to be better, but yeah... Hope you enjoy it anyway and you don't have a reason not to; it's just smut lol 🤭

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"Oh, fuck." Jungkook whined over you, his pelvis rocking against your ass as his hard cock entered and exited your hole at a slow pace. "Fuck, mommy, so tight-" He gasped softly when your pussy contracted around his dick, making him agonize in pleasure.

His sweaty and muscly chest was stuck to your back, his biceps flexing on each side of your head every time his hips came in contact with your butt. His mouth was hanging open as he looked down to where his dick disappeared in the warmth of your sloppy cunt, mesmerized by the way he was covered in your juices.

His thrusts were a little jerky and unsteady, still not used to being buried in a pussy as wet as yours. It was the second time he was inside of you, the very first being the time he lost his virginity.

"Mmh!" You gripped the bed sheets in front of you, breathing heavily while Jungkook's erection brushed deliciously against your magic spot. He was so big that he found it immediately, hitting it repeatedly. "Kookie, hurry up..." You moaned out, loving how he softly whined in your ear, how he fucked you like a horny teenage boy.

You had to be in class in ten minutes, but Jungkook had decided to grope you while you were sleeping, pressing his bulge against the curve of your ass. You hated going to university in the morning, you were always too tired to keep your eyes open and listen to the teacher. Nonetheless, you let him pull his hard cock out, lower your panties down your legs and shove you on your stomach to penetrate you.

It wasn't in your plan to let your baby boy have your pussy anytime soon, edging was always the best in your opinion, especially when it came to a virgin like Jungkook.

You had to prepare yourself for school, but his thick cock sliding in and out of your pussy made you so wet. You couldn't deny his desires, his needs, you simply couldn't. He was just so cute, it was impossible to reject him.

"Wanna be in you forever... A-ah, mommy..." He rolled his hips swiftly against you, reclaiming your body as his.

You couldn't really control him in this position, caged between his arms. You liked this, his big dick never failed to stretch you out real good, but you also wanted to punish him for making you late to class.

"Baby, I'm gonna be late. Go quicker..." You received a small grunt in response from Jungkook.

He was getting bolder, less afraid and ashamed when having sex with you. He bottomed out, staying for a couple of seconds before thrusting again. This time, he didn't lift his hips up, only moving in without pulling all the way back. Your ass jiggled from his needy movements, fucking you messily, your juices pooling down on the bed.

Jungkook felt more confident like that; his cock couldn't slip out as he pounded into you. "I'm sorry, but it feels so good..." Nothing could really stop him right now from fucking you.

He sneaked his hands under your body, coming to grip your breasts. He groped them, squeezing them gently, liking how his palms were full of your soft flesh. His hips were moving against your ass at the same time and you couldn't help yourself from moaning as Jungkook whimpered from the sensitivity of his thick cock brushing against your tight walls.

So much pre-cum was leaking from his tip, coating your insides of his fluid. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and he wished he could never leave your pussy, stay inside until he couldn't get hard anymore, fill your hole full of his cum.

What has gotten into him this morning, seriously? You knew he was horny, but to the point of not listening to you? Maybe Jungkook was no longer your baby boy and he wanted to show you how much he grew up in the past years. It wasn't really glorious, though.

"Koo-" As you tried to scold him again, he shifted his palm over your mouth and muffled your voice. You were taken aback by his action, but the wave of heath coming to your pussy told you you were very much enjoying it.

"Shhh, mommy. Let me do this... Let me fuck you." You clenched around him, his words clearly had an effect on you. Who taught him this? Surely not you.

His fingers poked into your cheeks as his palm remained over your mouth, muffling your moans. Jungkook was crying on top of you, his hips moving at such an unsteady pace that you wondered if he really thought it was going to make you cum. His hips were stuttering and he had difficulty penetrating you without slipping out every two seconds.

It was messy, but something about Jungkook struggling to fuck you turned you on. It was obvious that it was his second time and without your instructions, he was just a horny boy trying to put his dick into a hole.

You rolled your eyes as his cock fell out of you again and you couldn't say a thing with Jungkook's hand over your mouth. He was lucky he was thick and that it created enough friction for you to have pleasure, but you felt like a sex doll at this state.

"O-oh, fuck!" He hissed as he drilled his dick into your wet cunt, his erection twitching angrily, ready to spill everything in you. "Uh, uh, uh..." Messy little whines came out of Jungkook's mouth as he rocked his hips against your butt, squishing one of your tit with his large palm.

He whined and cried, fucking his dick into your sloppy pussy as he felt his balls tightening. A quick 'Mommy, 'm coming!' sounded through the bedroom before a hot liquid spluttered over your walls with a twitch of Jungkook's cock.

"Aah..." He nuzzled your hair while he fucked his cum deeper into your cunt and he finally freed your mouth from his hand.

"Jungkook!" You exclaimed, hitting the mattress with your opened hand in a loud thud. He rapidly came back to earth, pulling his softening cock out of you. He pushed himself on his knees, letting you sit up. You didn't look too happy. "You don't cum in me without permission!"

He looked at you with his big glossy eyes, pouting as he stuffed his penis back into his sweats. "But- but you let me..."

"The first time, yes, because I said so! Now your stupid cum is going to drip out of me for the next days." You groaned and took your panties laying down on the floor, walking to the bathroom to prepare yourself.

"S-Sorry!" You heard Jungkook apologize, but you were too angry to listen to him.

As you were doing your makeup, you kept hearing your boyfriend knocking at the bathroom's door, saying sorry followed by your name for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. You were maybe doing too much because you had liked it when he ejaculated in you, but he needed to ask permission first. You didn't want Jungkook's cum dripping down your legs every day.

You were walking down the university's hallway with your arm under Jungkook's, him holding your purse with his free hand. You were mad, yes, but you refused to let Jungkook walk around without you while you knew every girl's hungry gaze was on him.

Let's wonder why they were interested in him exactly when he became yours.

"Yn..." He whined by your side, looking down at you while you were staring ahead of you. You were both going outside on the campus to join the others.

"What?" You sighed, glimpsing toward him, but quickly looking away when you saw that his doe eyes were already on you.

"Please, I'm sorry."

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning around to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest, sending him a hard glare. "Say that to my pussy, Jungkook." His cheeks flushed immediately at your words, but he didn't change the subject whatsoever.

"I can... I can clean it up."

"Jungkook!" You gasped, pretending to be offended, when in reality this idea was really appealing to you. You pushed Jungkook at the shoulder - not enough for him to move an inch, though - and groaned as you realized he was totally serious.

"What? I thought this was the problem." He frowned, as if his suggestion wasn't ridiculous.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes once again. "It is. But you won't fucking eat your own cum out of my pussy, Jungkook." You didn't want to be such a bitch with him, but come on, what was he thinking?

He looked at you unfazed, narrowing his eyes at you. "Why?"

You groaned at his question in frustration - or more in annoyance because you had nothing to say to that - and pulled your purse out of his hold. You headed to the campus without waiting for Jungkook, him following you behind. He was catching up rapidly, already by your side in a second.

This boy needed a lesson and quite urgently. Of course not at school, but you won't hesitate once you return to your apartment.

This lesson was more about your pride than to punish Jungkook, honestly. You needed to keep dominance over him.

"Sit down." You commanded a very sad Jungkook who sat down quietly on the edge of your bed with a pout on his lips. "Take your pants off."

Something switched off in him because he frowned, but not from pleasure this time. He was upset - angry. You were being unfair right now, you couldn't still be mad at him. He knew you by now and never, never were you mad at him this long.

"No." He stood up, towering over you with all his height.

Saying you were surprised was an understatement.

"Excuse me?" You lifted your eyebrows, trying to show some authority. It was a warning, that it was his last chance to listen to you. But, of course, Jungkook was not feeling like it today.

"I'm not obeying you." He announced, but not moving an inch, as if to test the waters first. He didn't know what he was doing, you wanted to giggle, but you didn't. "I did everything you wanted, I followed you like a puppy around school just so you would forgive me."

He had a point. You kinda used the situation at your advantage, but it wasn't that much... or was it?

"And- And you still decided to be rude to me. I'm not... accepting that." You squinted your eyes a little at his words. You were intrigued now, what had he in mind?

"I want you to remove your clothes." Jungkook was anxious, he didn't know what your reaction would be. He really wanted this, though and he knew that you liked sex as much as him. You couldn't say no...

You looked at him in the eyes for a minute, challenging him with your stare, he wasn't sure. You didn't really care if you were dominant or submissive, all you wanted was Jungkook.

With one last glance, you undressed, making sure to tease him a lot by slowly removing each article. Soon enough, you were naked in front of a well dressed Jungkook, his eyes glinting as he admired your body.

He had to refrain himself from touching you; that was not how he would get you to submit. He had to impress you, show you that he was able to take the lead too.

"What do you want me to do, baby boy, hm?" You took a step closer and you had to raise your head up in order to look at him. "Suck your fat cock?" You asked with an amused smile on your face, which made Jungkook more frustrated.

"Don't talk." He simply stated and you obeyed, totally excited now. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, Jungkook was so cute when he was angry. Especially at you. "Get on your knees."

And so you did.

You looked at him through your eyelashes, flashing him a cheeky smile. He vividly unzipped his jeans, as if the time was missing, and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. You had the most beautiful view of Jungkook, his dick in his hand, looking all needy and frustrated.

"Open..." He breathed out and he had to hold in a moan when his sensitive tip entered the warmth of your mouth. It was the first time you had him on your tongue and you were on your knees, naked. He couldn't dream of a better way to get his dick sucked by his girlfriend.

He won't last long, he knew it, but it didn't matter for him nor for you. With a hand at the back of your head, he controlled your movements. He controlled the pace and how deep you could take him. It was perfect - your tongue under his thick cock was perfect.

Jungkook then slid his erection down your mouth, hitting the back of your throat easily. You choked around him and he was mesmerized by the sound of it.

"Sh-Shit..." He cursed and whined as he stayed still in your throat, feeling so wet and warm. You tapped his thigh when you felt your throat burning, the intrusion of his cock was starting to hurt.

He pulled out of your mouth rapidly, concerned if he hurt you or not. He was still not aware of his size and how he could affect you in different ways. You coughed as he let go of you, his cock hovering over your face. Your eyes were glossy and your makeup was ruined by now.

"Baby... You have to be gentle, you're very big, you know." You told him, but it was not to scold him or anything.

He nodded, feeling guilty of imposing any sort of pain to you. "I'm sorry... I'll go slower." You smiled and repositioned yourself in front of him.

He guided his dick to your lips with a hand holding the base and you parted them as he entered your mouth a second time. He did go slower, letting you breathe through your nose properly before going further in. You hollowed your cheeks, literally sucking his dick in.

"Ah! Fuuck-" He moaned, his voice breaking a little. He thrusted in, going up and down your mouth. It felt incredible and he couldn't help himself from moaning loudly each time he bottomed out.

He was tugging tightly on your hair, but you didn't mind as long as he was having fun. His cock slid in smoothly with your saliva coating the entirety of his length. You tightened your lips around him and he threw his head back, moving his hips against your face, his balls slapping against your chin.

"Mommy, fuck-" The name came out without Jungkook even noticing and you smiled internally, he was still your baby boy. "So good, o-oh God. I love... I love your mouth." He praised you and you slipped your hand between your legs, reaching for your aching clit.

He cupped your face between his two hands, using your wet mouth as a flesh light. You gagged around him, making obscene noises that aroused him even more if it was still possible at this point. Nothing could be hotter than fucking your face.

You did circular motions on your clit, your wetness dripping down your inner thighs. You bucked your hips against your hand and if Jungkook wasn't too much immersed in his own pleasure, he would notice you were touching yourself at the pretty sound of him whining from getting his dick sucked.

"I- I think... I'm close- fuck." You hummed around his cock, letting him know he could cum anytime down your throat. He still wanted to be sure, though. "I can, mommy? Please, let me!"' He cried out, fucking your mouth harder. You couldn't respond, but at least he had asked permission.

He went faster and heavy tears were forming at the corners of your eyes. You closed them, letting him use you however he wanted. Drool was running out of your mouth, down to your chin. It was disgusting, the imagery the same as a pornographic film, but so good at the same time.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He steadied himself inside of your mouth and it was when he shot his cum down your throat, emptying himself completely. "Mmmh, fuck..." His bangs were sticking to his forehead because of his sweat as well as his black t-shirt to his skin.

He slipped out of your mouth after you swallowed everything, a strand of saliva following his red and swollen tip. He stroked his glistening cock a couple of times, getting down from his high. You were still working on your own orgasm, though and you took his dick in your hand, suckling on the mushroom head.

"Aah... Sensitive, mh! Mommy..." He sweetly whined while he let you play with his cock, tapping the tip against your tongue.

You flickered your digit on your bud of nerves, bringing you close to your high. The knot in your stomach tightened and you came, whimpering loudly to Jungkook's pleasure. You jutted your hips forward, stimulating your clit until you were satisfied.

He watched you in awe getting off on your own, his cock slowly softening in your hand. "Are you still mad at mommy, now?" You asked and smirked smugly, getting up on your feet.

Jungkook shook his head from side to side, bringing you into a warm and tight hug as he nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

sideshow | jjk

You’re a successful cam girl in need of a hot guy with a big cock, and you think you’ve found your match.

Word count: 9k

Warnings: smut, dub-con fantasy.

# cam girl!reader, coffee shop AU, mutual pining, hand job, oral sex (female and male receiving), squirting, face sitting, restraints, unprotected sex, face-fucking, dacryphilia, overstimulation and post-orgasm torture, teasing/degradation, cream pie, cum play, recording kink, dub-con role play, they’re so cute *sobs*

A/N: let’s not ask about this and enjoy it without wondering where the inspiration came from.

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Learning To Care

Pairing: felix x reader

Summary: Pt. 2 to A Night at the Bar-(Pt.1). 

Warnings: dom reader, fem reader, sub felix, college au (Everyone’s 18+), Anal fingering, exhibitionism, mommy kink, dumbification, implied dacryphilia, praise kink, pet names, coming untouched, marking, more but I prolly forgot some

Word Count: 7k

A/N: I hope you enjoy! There’s a lot of plot in this one, barely proofread so probably spelling mistakes and grammar, just try to ignore<3 and, as always feedback is always welcome and my requests are open!

18+ please DNI if you’re a minor!

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wicked | jjk | m

— summary; in which incubus!jungkook likes to ruin pretty innocent things, and you might just be the perfect target. 

— contents and warnings; smut, demon!jk, religious themes, multiple smut scenes, masturbation, lots of dirty talk, fingering, oral (fem & male receiving), deepthroat/gagging, mouth fucking, big corruption kink!! (the whole point of this fic actually), incubus!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader (not a virgin), dom!jk x sub!reader, thigh riding (mentioned), big demon cock, overstimulation, tit play, hair pulling, frottage, multiple orgasms, cum eating, cum play, creampie(s), jk has a huge dick and lots of cum :), crying kink, degradation but also praise, use of the word “slut”, jungkook is evil!! so there is a bit of gaslighting and manipulation, the complex morals of demon-fucking being swept under the rug in the name of entertainment

— words; 9.1k

— author’s note: this is one long and filthy mess and I have nothing to say to defend myself. By the way, if you’re not keen on corruption kink, you might want to sit this one out because I went a bit feral on it lmao 😬 and jk is a freaking demon!! of course he’s gonna be evil 

Jungkook had always had a preference for the innocent ones. 

It wasn’t something that he had cultivated on purpose, no, it simply started to show in a weird, repetitive pattern that he could not quite define. All that he knew was that innocence was specially fun to break down, to stain with his wicked touch, to watch as it crumbled into an empty shell of what it once was. He searched for it — that inexperience, that angelic confusion — with thundering hunger, plunged his teeth into his prey with unmatched delight once he found it. Paradoxically, Jungkook did not like virgins as much. Strange, he knew. But virgins gave him too much work, which, in the end, often wasn’t fruitful — he noticed that most humans weren’t very interested in losing their virginity to a demon, and, well, it wasn’t because someone was a virgin that they were innocent too, that much he knew. 

And that was always his priority, in the end. 

True innocence was hard to find, and that was the most frustrating part of it all. Throughout all his years roaming the earth in search of souls to corrupt, Jungkook thought he might have encountered that special brand of purity only a handful of times. And yet it was so immaculate, so intoxicating, that it was all that he could think about. 

So, when he finally found you, he thought he was about to lose his mind. 

Every once in a while, the universe would switch around in a way that everything would fall into place. As an immortal being, Jungkook saw that happening time and time again: empires rising and falling, soulmates meeting one another by random chance, the cure of a horrible sickness being discovered by accident. And it was that same incidental energy, probably catalyzed by his ravenous desire, that took him straight to your home. 

Well, perhaps it wasn’t that poetic. But saying that the rebellious teens having a slumber party upstairs had mistakenly summoned him into your apartment complex didn’t exactly have the same impact. 

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Seesaw (M)

Pairing – Blind! Jeongguk x Caretaker! Reader

Genre – Romance, Smut, Fluff, Home Care AU, House Helper AU, Established Relationship AU

Summary – [Jeongguk wants to show you something and you show him how much you appreciate him in return.]

Warnings – sub! jeongguk, soft dom! reader, oral male receiving, overstimulation, blowjob, handjob, edging, grinding, penetrative unprotected sex, oc is on the pill, mention of face fucking, praise kink, oral fem receiving, they use pet names a whole lot, dirty talk, innocence kink, sexual tension, teasing, body worship, positive body image, switch! jeongguk for like two seconds, hand tattoo kink, sensitivity kink, guk is a soft lil needy bean who wants to explore and oc just wants to worship the shit out of him, sensual but very soft sex, voice kink, detailed description of sexual acts, porn with some plot

Word Count – (7,4k)

Author note. This piece contains mostly smut (I had this dream one day don’t judge me) the other half is just fluffy fluff so I have no idea why it’s this fricking long lol but enjoy it nonetheless. There was a time when I was struggling to write 4k and now I have to stop myself.

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The art room is his favourite place inside the house and you often find him coped up in there covered in paint after you’re finished with your duties.

You cut the freshly bloomed roses every day and retrieve them from the garden to decorate his dining table and fill the vase in the middle, you pick the pretty ones even though Jeongguk can’t admire their beauty after he completely lost his eyesight four years ago.

He was diagnosed late with Glaucoma and by the time Jeongguk decided to go to the hospital to get his constant pain around his eyes checked his optic nerve was damaged to the point that soon it led to his loss of vision.

He wanted to please his parents so he applied to Seoul National University to study international business. Spent most of his time studying in the library and attending classes but because he didn’t acknowledge his pain on time so he wouldn’t miss school, he dismissed the signs that led him to live the rest of his life completely blind.

He couldn’t finish school, his parents bought him an enormous house to live in but he had a hard time coping with how things turned out in the end. See the blackness instead of the colourful world was hard to get used to.

It takes two entire years for him to accept it, some would say it’s rather soon to get over such a fate but he didn’t want to live his remaining life dwelling on the ’what ifs’ so he decided to live his life to the fullest. Picked up his hobby where he left off and started painting again.

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BUNNY TROUBLE | 06

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 ― pairing: jeongguk x reader 

― genre: mostly fluff, softness, jungkook dancing lol, disgusting romance!! bunny!jeongguk, (kind of) hybrid!jeongguk, magical wishes, taehyung!best friend, tae being kinda a bitch, swearing, crack/humor lol i tried, more swearing, a tiny bit of subtle angst and SMUT; fat cock!jungkook, handjob, blowjob, subby!koo, whining, whimpers, dry humping, virgin!jungkook

― word count: 4k

― summery: a quick decision to save a hurt bunny on the side of the road might not seem like a big deal to many people. y/n doesn’t think much of it either and decides to take care of the little male rabbit but what she doesn’t expect is when he one night turns into a human and hell breaks loose…  

― a/n: I made a playlist for this series!!

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posted on: April 13, 2020 don’t post/copy my work without my permission ©

You could feel your phone falling out of your hand as Taehyung’s words echoed in your head. The sun rays hitting your face didn’t feel so warm anymore and it was almost like a cold stream washed over you as you sat there, frozen. 

It really was like a wave with emotions hit you and as you looked over at the sweetest boy snoring beside you, you felt your heart break a little. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, his long lashes hitting his soft skin as his chest heaved up and down. You wondered quietly how it will feel in a few weeks when your bed will be cold and empty without him… 

Bird’s song outside the window made him stir in his sleep and yawn as he slowly opened his puffy eyes. As soon as he saw you a heartwarming smile broke out on his face and for a few seconds everything in the world was meaningless except this. 

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Beautifully Misfit | 4

SERIES: Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 8.5k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warnings: strong language, Baby Kookie can’t read very well ;(, food porn (I’m not kidding), y/n deadass has a pizza kink, Jimin being tiny, nothing else really

‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes.

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i, ii, iii, iv, v (coming soon)

A/N; I’m sorry this took so long to get up, i’m a slow writer when I’m not motivated, but yesterday I buckled down and wrote over five thousand words because I was determined to get this part posted for you lovely people. hope you enjoy! lmk if I didn’t tag you and you wanted to be added to the tag list!!

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bitchin’ || pt. 3 (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 6.4k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before & Stranger Things 3. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and @httpjeon for editing this chapter!

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PART THREE

“You’re a psychopath.” You accused.

Jungkook let out a scoff, eyes rolling in dismissal.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Stop the car.”

“Y/N.” Jungkook scolded, reaching over to turn down the radio’s volume.

“I’m serious, asshole. Let me out!” You huffed before lowering your eyes into small slits. “You’re probably driving me off to a remote location just so you can kill me. Bet you’re just like that sicko Ted Bundy that they got locked up in Florida right now.”

Jungkook’s head snapped over to look at you, disbelief in his wide eyes.

“Holy shit, all I did was change the radio station!”

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18+ MDNI, sensitive content

warnings: sub-leaning denki, he’s in the shower, masturbation, kind of voyeurism?, slightly dubcon, quick drabble

Ever since Kaminari moved in, the water bill has gone up. It’s not something totally unexpected, but it still shouldn’t be as high as it is. You have a talk with him the same night you get the bill to make sure from now on, he caps it off after 5 minutes, maximum.

It’s important to note that Denki has a hard time following rules sometimes.

“Denks, times up, it’s been 15 minutes,” you shout at him through the door, hoping he hears you over the sound of the water. You try to knock, but he still doesn’t respond, “Denki!”

“Be out in… a-a second, just…” He groans back. The door and the water are muffling him, but you know that he doesn’t sound quite right.

Concerned now, you question, “Are you alright?” Your hand already taking hold of the doorknob, ready to spring into action if need be. “Denki?” You get no response besides a pained-sounding whine, and that’s enough for your instincts to take over, “I’m coming in!”

You turn the knob and rush into the bathroom, not even phased by the sheer density of steam in the room, not when your roommate might be hurt.

His form is just discernible through the frosted glass of the shower, and from the looks of it, he’s got his head leaned against the tile wall right under the shower head. Is he shaking?

“Denks? Do you need help?” You approach slowly, anticipating the most horror-movie outcome of this. Maybe you should've grabbed a knife from the kitchen.

He only whines again, but this time you think you catch your name in the midst of it. Worry overwhelms your senses, and you grab the handle of the shower and pull.

The last thing you predict to see is Denki, flushed, hand fisting his cock desperately, his non-dominant arm pillowing his forehead against the tile. His hair is wet and dripping against his face, and he looks nearly breathless.

“Oh, shit, I-I’m sorry, please don’t,” he hiccups, speaking seemingly taking significant effort, “please don’t look.”

But you’re captivated, and he hasn’t stopped, and doesn't stop until he pumps himself enough to spill cum over the wall in front of him. White, thick, and dripping.

You don’t think about getting on your knees and licking it off while he watches.

“Is this what you do in here?” You ask, voice indifferent, which he has only read as mad.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to-“

“Denki,” you shut him up instantly, “Is this why you always take so long?”

He blinks twice, looking like a deer in headlights, “Y-Yes.” He answers.

Your fingers reach out to touch him, to feel, and he lets you. They land on his shoulder first, reveling in the slickness of it. With a mind of their own, they travel over his prominent collarbone, further down his chest, and you tweak at one of his small nipples- just to watch him shiver. His hair, heavy with water, has fallen in front of his eyes, which have fluttered shut.

“Well, I don’t know why you’ve picked here, especially after what we agreed on,” your fingers continue their journey down, down the side of his clenching abs, to one of his slender hips where he's still sudsy. He’s breathing harder now, eyes heavy-lidded and watching you, cock still erect from your attention, “but you can always ask me for help.”

His eyes go wide for a moment, but for once, he’s speechless. He nods vigorously, showing you he understands, and then he chokes on his breath when he feels your soft hand grab onto his shaft.

“Hope you didn’t run out of stamina,” you hollow your cheeks and dribble saliva from your mouth onto his cock, using your hand to spread it over the length of him, “I’ve got plenty of ideas of what I want to do with you.”

You have to punish him for breaking the rules, after all.

“Say my name.”

—happy birthday to xiao! this is my first time writing for him? i hope it is okay :D

—sub!xiao/softdom!reader, gn!reader | nipple play, handjob, rimming (all xiao!receiving)

Xiao doesn’t really care for what mortals think of him. 

That’s what he tells himself, at least. He doesn’t care whether humans are put off by him as long as he does his job well as a protector of Liyue. 

He doesn’t care if his ways of punishing monsters are to be considered savage or brutal by others.

Most of all, he doesn’t care if you’ve never cared to call him by his name.

The yaksha snaps his chopsticks just thinking about it.

He sighs, wondering if he has said something that you may have misinterpreted. Sure, he knows that his words aren’t the nicest unlike the other adepti but there’s not a specific situation that comes to mind.

Perhaps he’s overthinking it…

“Thank you so much again, Sir Adepti!” Your voice is nothing but praise. There’s no hint of aggressiveness at all.

Yet the thought of his name actually being said out loud by that voice seems so unreachable.

So this time it’s “Sir Adepti”, huh?

He supposes that’s better than the time you called him “Mr. Conqueror of Demons”.

“It’s no problem.” He replies, seeing the last hilichurl fade away.

Xiao finds it impressive that you manage to spot him whenever you’re in trouble despite not really stating his name yourself. He thinks about the possibility that you’re actually capable of defending yourself if needed, even if there’s no basis for such thought.

“As swift as ever,”

He tenses up at the compliment. It’s just a simple observation but he clenches his fist at the way you say it. Pure genuinity. 

You’re not saying it just because you want to be on his good side (even if you already are), you mean it and that idea brings unwanted emotions that certainly keep him distracted even if he doesn’t want to be.

“I apologize, what was it that you were saying?” He asks, seeing the way your lips move but not truly hearing it.

You chuckle, covering your mouth and uttering apologies that sound sweeter than dreams.

“A mora for your thoughts?”

“I have no need for mora, I helped you out because I wished to do so.” He completely diminishes the joke, instantly flying over his head. You didn’t speak much of it however, preferring to focus on what he said instead.

“Is that so? That’s interesting, I thought you did it because it’s your obligation.” You tease.

The reply catches him off-guard.

“You…are twisting my words.” He says, a much quieter tone than his stern ones earlier when he was warning you about the dangers of being out this late.

“Am I, Dearest Yaksha?”

There proceeds another title.

“I—You are aware that I’m the only active Yaksha? That title is not something I should be benefiting from.” He clears up. How longer were you going to play this game of yours? Is saying his name really that much trouble for you?

Your laugh surrounds the air once again, “It’s a wonder how you aren’t surrounded by fans all day with the way you are.”

He shrinks at the imagined situation. He would never, never allow himself to be near a large number of people just for reputation’s sake.

“I do what I do not for the people’s idea of me.” Xiao states.

“I know.”

He watches you look fondly at him before speaking up. “You need to loosen up a bit more, especially today. Don’t you think so?”

But before he can even ask for you to expand on what you meant, you had already walked far enough, and all he could do was stare at your back, his hands reaching out for something that’s already gone.

The feeling isn’t something new to him.

He returns to Wangshu Inn troubled, ready to sit down and ponder alone when Verr Goldet greets him with a smile.

“How did your patrol go?” She stands by the counter, getting something from under the desk while she awaits his answer.

“Nothing unusual.” 

“I’m pretty sure that Liyue would have been alright without your attendance for today.” She adds, giving him a small envelope that seemed to contain some letters.

“Some letters from everyone. Do read it when you have the time.”

He reads through the names on the letters. A few are from the residents of the inn themselves, some from the other adepti (which is surprising considering their reserved attitude), some from the townspeople of Liyue…

But what garners his attention is the last letter in the envelope stuck with a qingxin, a name that’s all too familiar to Xiao.

He places the other letters on the desk beside his bed, wanting to read what it is that you’ve said to him.

He reads through the content easily, and the way it’s worded easily strikes through his heart. In his private room, he flushes a deep red while reciting the words under his breath as if saying it will free him from the pounding in his chest.

Xiao reads out the last sentence, 

“Call out my name, Xiao.”

There’s no hesitation when he finally does.

He notices the presence on his balcony and he decides to see who the intruder is at this hour, only to find out that it’s you.

How long had you been out there?

“Happy Birthday. I hope you appreciate those letters because I cooked multiple batches of Adepti’s Temptation just to get an actual written letter—”

Xiao cuts you off as he jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly as if you’re going to perish any second now.

He doesn’t say anything, just continuing to hold onto your warmth and not knowing what to do next.

“My, which letter got to you? Was it the—”

“No.” Xiao boldy says.

“No?”

“Say my name, please.”

You pull him away from you and stare into his eyes, wiping away the few drops of tears that have somehow escaped his tough shell.

The feeling of relief, warmth, and caring that he experiences when your voice finally says what he’s been wanting to for so long breaks Xiao. You didn’t need to confess your feelings in any other way, that was enough for him to know that you reciprocate his own.

He hugs you once more, burying his head onto your body.

“Thank you.”

Xiao had never thought he’d be caught actually using his bed for resting. Well, if what’s happening right now actually counts as “resting”.

He writhes at the feeling of your tongue through the thin cloth of his top, him being pinned down by your left hand gripping his wrists.

He has never thought that his chest would be so sensitive, but the way your lips pinch his nipples has his legs moving more than they should, no matter if he wants his body to stay still.

Keeping himself composed when it comes to pain is easy. Unfortunately, the opposite could be said with pleasure, since he is now instinctively grinding himself on your leg while you play with his erect nipples.

“Hnn—Aah. Please…”

He wants more. He bites his lip at the thought of being greedy, a needy whine escaping his throat despite that.

“Speak up, Xiao.”

The embarrassing noise that slips out of him when you call his name sends him flushing. Perhaps it’s because you’ve deprived him of such pleasure for so long that it causes cute spurts of precum out of his dick.

Your finger traces on the green markings on his lower region, slightly glowing with the way the light in the room is slightly dimmed.

“W-Want more…” The plead easily comes out of his mouth due to him being in such a dreamy state, it only registers to Xiao what he says when he feels you separating his legs away from each other.

It’s such a sight to see the adepti’s hole clenching and unclenching, his cum that leaked down from earlier beautifully surrounding it.

Xiao’s figure is quite small but that doesn’t take away from how his ass is nicely shaped, with a few scars on the side of his thighs from the battles that he’s suffered through.

Your gentle caressing of his cheeks makes his dick twitch slightly.

“N-No, you don’t have to…!”

It’s a strange sensation to have himself licked with such enjoyment, he feels a bit guilty enjoying this so much already but when he observes you devouring him with such hunger, the resistance falls flat on his tongue, easily replaced with soft whimpering.

“Xiao.”

You call for him once again but before he could even reply with something coherent, your tongue slips inside of him.

He struggles to lay flat on his back, his lower body inching towards your face.

The texture of your tongue against his rim has him breathing deeply and quickly, your hands spreading his ass apart so you could easily eat him out.

The soft kisses that you plant in between, the way your fingers dig into his soft skin…it’s ungodly.

And if that wasn’t already hypnotizing enough, your other hand slowly makes its way from his thigh to the base of his cock, just circling it with your fingers and squeezing softly.

Xiao grinds even more on your tongue but immediately apologizes when he notices how closer that brought him. He tries to move away but is immediately pulled back down, shivering from how your tongue enters him once again, stretching him out.

He bites his teeth together at that, his head hitting the soft pillow when your hand that’s only been gripping him has now started to stroke his length, never reaching his tip and only keeping your hand on his shaft.

“Wait…I—”

Xiao doesn’t know where to focus, his eyes meeting the ceiling of his room. He’d be lucky if the residents of the inn were to not hear of the noises he’s making right now, though he finds that to be impossible.

He moans your name, begging you to let him take a break at least but also wanting more at the same time. He’s too confused on whether he should be enjoying it this much.

When you told him to loosen up, he didn’t realize you’d take it literally.

He feels his muscles tightening, his knee gently hitting the side of your body. He won’t—can’t last long.

Xiao fumbles with his words, he should warn you, shouldn’t he? If he orgasms like this, surely his cum would be a mess for you to clean up, right?

He tries, he really does. However, what comes out of his mouth are completely incomprehensible, just soft but loud moans. “Ah, uh! Hah—Can’t!”

He doesn’t miss the way your hand seems to be stroking him even roughly, using the leaking cum out of him as lubrication. The way his cum falls on your tongue, acting like that’s no bother for you as you continue to eat him out.

Soon enough, it takes everything in him to hold onto nothing, clenching his fists empty as he knows that he’ll end up ripping the sheets if he does that instead.

His cum splatters everywhere but mostly around his stomach and your face, the scream that erupts from him is humiliating and he only hopes that no one can tell that it’s him who’s the owner.

Xiao’s entire body, especially his legs, quiver.

He lays there weak on the bed, letting you go on top of him as you press your lips against his, the taste of his own cum turning him on.

He’s still breathing heavily, panting and moaning into your mouth. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you down and deeper into the kiss.

Once you two separate, a trail of saliva follows and gets left on the side of Xiao's mouth. 

The grin that appears on your face right after flusters Xiao and he looks away, only to have his face be grabbed by your fingers, turning his head towards yours for a quick peck.

“Happy Birthday, Xiao.”

taming bakugou is a big challenge for you.

!warnings!: NSFW, MDNI. gn!dom!reader, sub!bakugo, light bondage, dirty talk, degradation, physical pain, handjob, choking (everything listed bkg receiving). reader is a bit sadistic.

he's pressed to the sheets under your strong torso, squrming and snarling. his hands are tied securely behind his back by your own tie you wore to work today, palms warm and sweaty as if he was ready to set off explosions at you at any given moment. as if you'd let him. you chuckle at the thought.

"katsuki." you murmur into his ear gently, so close, extremely close, your lips almost touching the lobe, and his breath hitches for a moment. he needs more, he craves it, but he won't admit it. you decide to give him a chance at first. "dear. be a brat again and i won't give you what you want."

"you better get off me and let me fuck you myself." he spits bitterly, voice soaked in usual irritation. your eyes widen in displeasure, nails digging into the skin of his strong shoulders, leaving pink marks. "i know how much you want my cock."

a scowl twists your face. not good.

"is that so?" you sit back, ass placed on his lower back, right above his throbbing dick, and you push your hips as hard as you can. his dick gets squished under your body weight, painfully so, and he lets out a muffled groan. "then why would you let me tie you in the first place, hm? why would you let me get on top of you? take control over your body?"

your voice is sweet, but filled with poison that beats all the air out of his lungs. he grits his teeth and wriggles in desperate attempts to get out of your grip, dick almost getting crushed and yet still extremely hard, but right now you are stronger, and you refuse to give him any opportunity to escape your punishment.

"admit it, bakugo." you lean forward, grab his hair in a hard grip of your fingers, and press his flushed face into the sheets. then, with your other hand you smack his back, making him flinch, feeling the muscles stiff under your harsh touch. he barely stifles a moan and you chuckle under your breath. "you like being treated like a slut. you like being owned. how will the world react if they see one of the top pro-heroes whimpering in pleasure from being hit?"

you hit again, and again, and again, and each time he shifts uncontrollably, whimpers through still gritted teeth, tears collect in the corners of his eyes. you tug at his blond locks so he raises his head and meets your blown out pupils. your gaze is dark, brows furrowed, but you seem very concentrated and he feels a small speck of fear tug at his heart. you notice it, but don't give yourself away.

"sh-shut up." he tries to intervene but he sounds so, so pathetic.

"you fucking brat." you let go of his hair but he's still looking at you, taking in your stern and unhinged expression and flushed face. your eyes fall on the bright red spot in the form of your hand on his back, right under his shoulderblades, and the wave of pleasure hits you again. "you love this. you love the humiliation and you love the pain."

grin paints your face as he hides his in the sheets, thus proving your point, so you decide it's finally time to turn him on his back. you flip him over and drag his stiff body to lean on the headboard, and cage his thighs between your legs.

he's breathing heavily, sweat drops falling from his face onto his chest, eyes dazed with a spark of anger, mouth agape. his lips are puffy and pretty, sparkling from wetness, and you want to kiss them so badly but you restrain yourself. he didn't deserve it.

"just touch me already, you damn- ahh," he doesn't get to finish his sentence when you wrap your fingers around the tip of his cock, not squeezing, just placing your hand on it. he moans loudly just from this small contact and you smile maliciously, taking in his fastened breathing and half-lidded eyes.

it was a trick. because right at the next second you remove your hand and slap his twitching dick, making him almost fold in half while shouting from the strike of pain.

you smile at him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as if you didn't just smack the shit out of his cock. "does this count?"

he presses back against the headboard again, his legs now shaking. his wet hair clings to his forehead, you know it always annoys him but you purposefully don't remove it. you meet his gaze and there's a huge abyss of hate and resentment, but you know the motherfucker is thriving right now. he craves to be put in his place.

"your silence tells me it's still not enough." you hum, and bring yourself closer, almost towering over his form. he waits for a strike again, his whole body stiffening, but you take his cock in your hand and spread the precum over his length, agonizingly slow, rubbing over his veins. he relaxes after a few strokes, the features on his face smoothing out, his mouth falling agape again, and you take the opportunity to catch his lower lip between your teeth, biting and sucking on it. he kisses back, hips moving against your hand for more friction, and you swallow his moans.

you keep stroking him up and down, let go of his lips and nose his cheek, your movements becoming a bit faster now. "hmm... katsuki, would you like to be choked?"

judging from his fucked out expression, he can't think clearly right now, eyes rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. you grab his chin and turn his face towards you, your hand still moving on his length. "katsuki. yes or no." your voice is steel and demanding.

you wait for a few moments, searching for an answer on his face, until he mumbless a small "yes." and you nod.

you win.

he's already barely breathing, but you're about to make it worse. you shift a little to a more comfortable position, and to give bakugo some time to prepare himself. after that you clutch at his neck, slowly and carefully adding pressure while you brush over his cock wirh your fingers. he's squirming, not able to hold still, so you add more pressure and he wheezes, his cock twitching. you bite your own moans and move your hand faster, and faster, and he can't handle it anymore. he tries to breathe and suffocates under your touch, and you're breaking him, you're breaking bakugo katsuki.

you rub your own wetness against his limp thigh, watching his face become more pale, mouth completely open and trying to catch air.

"my little slut likes to be choked by me, hm? that's it, katsuki. know your place. know who you belong to."

and just like that, with his eyes rolling back and you removing your hand just in time, he inhales sharply and cums, white hot liquid falling on the muscles of his chest. you watch this beautiful view, taking it all in. he chokes on air, back arching in immense, overwhelming pleasure. his whole world is being destroyed in front of his eyes.

and you were the one who did it. with your own hands.

dedicated to all subby baku enjoyers. i stand with you.

30 secs in heaven

dom!reader x sub!hyunjae

smut | nsfw | mdni

frat fuckboy!hyunjae,ennemies to fwb(ish), slut shaming hyunjae, shaming hyunjae for being a virgin (there's nothing wrong with being a virgin or a slut tbh they're sociological constructs it's your body do what u want), just shaming hyunjae in general (you are kinda mean oops), premature ejac, cumming untouched, lasting training, multiple orgasms (m), overstim (m), oral (f), face riding, nude sub/clothed dom, begging, degradation, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, slight pain play, spit play, unprotected sex (it's discussed but they decide against it. don't be like them kids), creampie

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast

[❛ this is a one time thing. ❜ + ❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REGLOB MY WORK 🖤

“How old are we?” Hyunjae snorted. “12?” he asked, cocking a disdainful eyebrow, looking down at the empty clear vodka bottle at the center of the circle.

“Don’t be a fucking twat for once will you?” Sangyeon retorted, eyes shooting daggers at the younger blonde man.

He wasn’t wrong though. Playing this hybrid of spin the bottle meets 7 minutes in heaven was kind of childish for a bunch of college sophomore and juniors such as yourselves but you didn’t speak your mind. For two reasons.

One. The night reached a state where everyone was trashed out drunk and passed out at various curious places. Even the DJ was blacked out, head resting on one of the house plants so the music was reduced to a random lo fi spotify playlist playing in the background on somebody’s unclaimed laptop.

Two. You didn’t want to side with Hyunjae. Ever. That man kind of repulsed you. You were never into fuckboys especially the ones that had the reputation to back the rumors. You were deeply convinced that every girl on campus has had a go with Hyunjae’s pogo stick and of course if that was what they wanted, great for them but that wasn't your style that's all.

“I don’t need a bottle to take a lucky girl to heaven” Hyunjae declared, a smug smirk playing at his lips, and looking through his long lashes at one of the girls in the circle, even daring to go as far as to wink at her. She immediately started to giggle. 

As far as you were concerned you had to repress a gag and opted for a more discreet but just repulsed facial expression. 

“Yeah right just spin it!” Eric hurried him by motioning to the empty bottle in the circle but that didn’t stop Hyunjae from throwing one last disgustingly fuckboyish eyebrow raise to the snickering girl.

“Aight” he said, reaching for the vodka bottle, starting to spin it.

 Anddd of fucking course it had to land on you. At that moment you and Hyunjae made eye contact. The smugness is gone. You both look at each other in complete confusion, hung in time.

You are not fond of Hyunjae, that's a fact. A known one. The main interested party knew that much from one very reliable source. Experience.

Of course since you breathed and had boobs Hyunjae tried to get into your pants too back when you were a new and introverted freshman in a brand new and intimidating college. But Hyunjae learned pretty fast that introvertedness wasn’t to be confused with shyness. Because you certainly weren't the latter. You rejected him in a way that didn’t leave any room for interpretation or even second chances and he never bothered you again. 

Fuck… Why me?

For a second you argued that the bottle landed between you and Giggles so you really didn’t mind letting her get into the sickeningly small closet with Mr. Universe. But unfortunately Sangyon and Eric were way too happy to stick Hyunjae with one of the rare girls on campus that never showed interest towards him.

Before you could understand they whisked you both in the tiny closet. And you found yourself squished between a couple of mops, floor detergent and of course the campus’ Angel Face.

You both stayed quiet for a while, both awkwardly standing in the dark. Your arms crossed on your chest while Hyunjae leaned on the door.

“I mean” you were the first one to break the silence. “We can always just wait here for 7 seven minutes.”

“Yeah.” 

Silence again. But it was somehow even more awkward. The air felt heavy, weighing down on your shoulder like lead. 

“I don't want to get herpes or whatever” 

You didn't really know why you said that but it just slipped out of you. Maybe because you hated how dry he was, not making a simple effort to at least talk to you or how he looked like being in your company was the most dreadful thing that could happen to him or maybe it was the booze talking. But nonetheless you said it.

“What?” he whipped his head in your direction.

“Yeah you surely have herpes with all the mouths that you kissed. Too bad they don't make condoms for your mouths” you laughed out loud.

At first Hyunjae looked pissed, sharp eyes peering at you but as his eyebrows relaxed on his forehead a sly smirk pulled his lips.

“You know what?” he started “I think you’re jealous…” he walked to you lifting his arms and placing both his palms at each side of your shoulder, forcing you to back up, trapping you between the whole and his large frame.

The untasteful scent of his overly sweet cologne mixed with the strong smell of cold tobacco floated to your nostrils, by reflex you pushed your chin back in your chest until the back of your head was against the wall too. 

“Maybe you want to be added to my list?” he tilted his head bringing your face closer to yours.

He keeps a list? That's the cringiest thing you ever heard.

“Shut up and kiss me already. Let's get it over with”. You exhaled, bracing yourself.

“Kiss you?” Hyunjae started laughing. “You’re the last thing on earth I want to get my mouth on” he said before standing back straight, letting his hands fall to his side. 

But before he could turn around you grabbed him by the collar and switched position with him, shoving his body onto the detergent bottle and you crashed your lips on him. To your surprise Hyunjae reciprocated the kiss, gradually he relaxed between your arms. You dared to open your mouth, letting your tongue slip past his lips. His flavor took over you, the taste of cigarettes and raspberry vodka filled your head. He started to breathe heavily and then moan into your mouth.

Hyunjae on the other hand didn’t even feel himself get hard. He didn’t have time to understand he liked this change of pace, he liked being pushed around, he liked that you pinned him against the wall and just stole this kiss from him.

You should have known he was enjoying this kiss a little too much but somehow it didn’t ring any bells to you and before you realized it his voice went very high pitched until he broke the kiss abruptly. When you looked at him his eyes were rolled back in his head and his jaw was hanging open.

“Fuckkk” he cursed in a throaty moan.

Silence again. You took your hands off his collar. You looked at him in confusion, looking for some kind of explanation on what just happened into his eyes but the only thing you found was evident and undeniable shame.

“Did you just…” you asked as Hyunjae bit down on his lip in worry when you looked down you spotted the disgraceful wet patch at his crotch.

“Are you for real right now?” you started to chuckle. “Did you really just fucking cum from a simple fucking kiss?” you started laughing louder. “7 minutes in heaven? More like 30 seconds! I can’t fucking believe it. Cumming untouched like a fucking prepubescent virgin.”

In this very delicate situation, saying Hyunjae felt vulnerable was an understatement. And this side eye he made, unable to hold your gaze, betrayed him right away.

“Wait?” you clapped your hand over your mouth. “Nooo wayyyy dude” you laughed even louder, throwing your head back. “Are you a virgin?” 

The silence that followed spoke for itself. Hyunjae felt dizzy, he staggered backwards until his back hit the closed door. 

“Wait, I don't get it… Did you pay those girls to say that you fucked them?” you were still half laughing.

He had nothing to lose anymore.

“N-no… I.” he looked back at you through his lashes, your cold, unwavering glare made him shudder. “I don’t even know how it started” he blurted. “Just one day that girl from my sociology class started to say she fucked me and that I was the best she’d ever been with and I never denied it. And then another girl said the same thing and then another…” Hyunjae’s words get caught in his throat and he swallows back a sob. 

“Why didn’t you say anything, dipshit?” you spat. The biting tone made Hyunjae’s guts stir with an unknown feeling.

“I don’t know, okay?” one single tear rolled down his cheek. 

There was something so satisfying in seeing Hyunjae crumble like this, catching him in a lie and finally letting the truth out. You wrapped your hand around his chin, nails poking at his wet cheeks as you made him look at you.

“Yeah I bet you loved having your harem following you around at parties and worshiping the ground that you walked.” You hissed between your teeth.

“Yes… But at the same time I was petrified to be with a girl… because of that reputation I was too scared to disappoint her that she would tell the truth to everyone…”

“And losing the attention felt unbearable, right?” you dug your nails a little deeper on his cushiony cheeks.

“Yess!!” he exclaimed, wincing at the pain, another repressed little sob pathetically shaking his large body.

“You know what…” you let go of his face, raising both your palms at each side of your face . “I don’t want to stay here for another fucking second.” 

“No please” He whispered, pressing his back on the door to prevent you from leaving. 

Maybe, there was an opportunity in all this. For both of you.

“I-I…” he hesitated. “y/n… I can offer you a deal…” he somewhat regained his composure, straightening his back against the wooden door.

You were intrigued. 

“Maybe you… I mean…” he hesitated.

“Spit it out Lee” you urged him, your patience running thin.

“Maybe you could fuck me?” he blurted out.

“What?” you frowned in confusion.

“We could help each other. You help me… conquer my fear” Hyunjae walked on eggshells, the proposition sounding more and more like a polite suggestion rather than an actual deal  “and in exchange I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Anything goes” he added.

Now that was something you could get to enjoy. Breaking the cocky fuckboy into a pathetic little mess.

“You would like that wouldn't you? '” without a heads up you grabbed Hyunjae's crotch. Package tightly fitting in your palm. “You think I didn’t notice how your dick didn’t go down this whole time?” Hyunjae whimpered ever so slightly in response. “You like when I’m mean to you don’t you?” The blonde whined again but didn’t speak. “You like when I make fun of you, huh?” you grip around his balls becoming ever so slightly tighter. “When I call you names?”

“Yess” Hyunjae admitted in a broken whisper, eyes tightly shut, shame painting his beautiful features.

“Pathetic” you spit. “You cum from a simple kiss then stay hard when I laugh at you. Your cock is really begging to be used, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Use me” he responds back a little more eagerly than he would have liked. You clench a little harder around his crotch making him gasp for air and jolt his hips into your hand.

“Good boys always say please” you whisper in his ear, the hot air lifting goosebumps on Hyunjae’s skin, drawing a quiet whimper out of the boy.

“Please, please, please” he whispered back, shallow breaths giving away the urge he felt. You smirk at his state of aggravated neediness. 

“This is a one time thing” you finally agreed as you find your fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans. Hyunjae’s face lights up in hope.

“Yes! Please! fuck me and I will never bother you again I’ll-” his voice got caught in his throat when you carefully peeled the denim off him. Hyunjae’s hips move against his will one more time when you drag down his wet and cum soaked boxers as he felt the cold air hit his scolding hot and leaking tip. You bit your lip at the sight. His cock hadn’t stop leaking from the kiss. Precum and cum mixing at making his cock glisten under the dim light of the closet. 

“Take everything off and get on your knees” you said, taking a step back to allow him some space to fulfill your request which he did hurriedly.

In a flash he was sitting on his heels in front of you looking up at you through his lashes, both hands laid flat on his thighs while he waited for you. You didn't even bother taking your clothes off, only sliding off your underwear from under your skirt. When you lifted the fabric and unveiled to Hyunjae the very object of his desire he stopped breathing. He left like he had never in his life laid eyes on anything this beautiful, this perfect. 

He licked his lips hungrily, wanting nothing more but to wrap his mouth around the glistening folds.

“Make me cum with your mouth like a good little fuck toy” you said shoving your hips onto his face.

Instantly Hyunjae started to move at a rapid pace burying his face in the wet crevices, wanting to drown in you. You grabbed the eager boy by his thick blonde locks.

“Slower you dumb cunt” you pulled archly on his face, making his neck bend awkwardly to look up at you. “You a fucking bitch in heat or something?” Hyunjae winced at the dull pain on his scalp. 

Hyunjae took a deep breath to calm himself down and stuck his tongue out, carefully swiping it from your entrance to your clit. You let a satisfied sight slip off your lips. And Hyunjae’s hands fly to your thighs to ground his body between your thighs and his mind to the present. Trying so bad to keep it slow as your taste intoxicates him, turning him into an animal.

“Yeah like that” you say as you relax your hand around his hair, even gently stroking it. You start to rock your hips on his tongue. Grinding your clit on his mouth just a little harder.

Hyunjae reads between the lines and goes ever so slightly faster. Twirling his hot tongue around your erect nub then going back down to dip the tip at your opening earning a pleased moan from you. You throw your head back and just lose yourself in the pleasure he provides you. Letting your voice go more high pitched as you near your high

That sound alone is enough for Hyunjae to lose control again. He was holding off so well up until then. So well when you squeezed his crotch, so well when he stripped for you, so well when he first tasted your nectar on his lips but the sound you made while your scent filled his head was too much for him. Again the white clumpy liquid spurted out of his beet red cock to stained his thighs and stomach while he moaned into your pussy. His large body shaking under you as he orgasmed once more.

When you noticed you turned around only to witness what you feared had happened. You saw Hyunjae’s mess all over his thighs and stomach. The slimy liquid finding refuge in the dents of his hips around his abs. You grabbed a fist full of his hair again.

“You fucking pathetic little bitch” you pulled his face away from your folds. “You fucking came again!” 

“S-sorry” he barely managed to say looking up at you with his cheeks and chin made shiny with your essence, mind still hazy from his high. 

“You deserve punishment don’t you think?” you growled as you pulled harshly on his hair bending his neck backwards, the sharp pain making his eyes prickle.

“Yes, I do. ‘m sorry y/n” he started to mumble. His guts stirred in anticipation when he saw your glacial eyes stare back at him with resentment. 

“Open your mouth” you demanded. “Stick your tongue out”

Hyunjae felt his cock twitch when he saw you lean in and purse your lips only to spit right on his tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet.” you instructed, hand still gripping tight around his hair. “Say thank you” 

“Pthang you” Hyunjae replied as best as he could as the slimy foreign liquid rolled on his tongue, making his insides flutter with thrill and joy.

“Swallow” you said.

And he did. Happily taking your spit down his throat almost as a trophy an indelible token of you both did in this closet. Cock twitching at the idea of serving you properly. 

You let go of his hair and step away and Hyunjae collapses. He sits with his legs forward and his sweaty back against the cool wooden door.

You positioned both your feet at each side of his hips and started to crouch down. Hyunjae jolts when he feels your hand wrap around his bare cock guiding it to your entrance.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked between hisses as you lightly pump your fist around him.

“No. You?” you ask back and he shakes his head. You circle his tip on your hot wet folds which makes him arch his back against the door and press his lips into a thin line.

“Should we go get one?” he says, frowning in worry.

You let go of his cock and motion your chin to the door. “Go ahead. Go out and ask your friends for a condom.” You taunted him.

Hyunjae was conscious of the state he was in and the last thing he wanted was for his friends to see him like this, him that was so preoccupied with appearances. So he shook his head again.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy” you said as you grabbed his base again, angling him right at your entrance. “Today is a safe day for me” you said and you sunk yourself on his cock. The hot tip deliciously parting you, sliding with ease inside your drenched heat.

It took Hyunjae everything he had to not burst again. Finally popping his cherry. Finally feeling the delicious wetness and warmth of your pussy around him. Completely unrestrained, raw. He thought his whole body was going to burst into flames, his heart hammering against his ribs.

You saw him struggle, eyes shut tight, eyebrows digging a deep crease on his forehead, jaw clenched and nails clowning at the wooden floor. You grabbed his face between your fingers, sharp nails poking at his cheeks. The pain helped Hyunjae concentrate on something else that wasn’t the agonizing pleasure he felt on his throbbing cock.

“Look at me! Don’t you fucking cum, you hear?” you forced him to look at you. Slapping his cheek when you caught him losing focus, his eyes turning in his head. It worked and Hyunjae calmed down.

“Ok” he stated, out of breath. “I’m good”

You started to very slowly lift your hips up.

“I can’t fucking believe you came twice and you are still this fucking hard” you moaned as his tip was barely hanging inside of you to smash yourself back in. "You really are like a fuck toy ready to get used again and again and again" you said making his hips snap down with every word.

Hyunjae whimpered as a reply, biting down his lower lip in shame.

You climb the ladder of pleasure very rapidly given the orgasm Hyunjae robbed you of earlier you too were pretty worked up and with very little time you found yourself flirting with edge again. 

Hyunjae, on the other hand, was being tortured by the strong grip of your walls around him. As you were nearing your high you clenched down harder on him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

“Y/n… aaah” he was out of breath. Large beads of sweat dripping down his temples and hanging under his chin. “I can’t hold back anymore. Gonna aaah c-cum” he was at the end of his rope. His fucked out half lidded eyes looking at you with the most miserable of expressions.

You knew you were close, you figured you let the man let go before he loses the sanity he has left.

“Cum” you said.

The result was almost immediate. Hyunjae moaned out loud, finally letting go of the clenched jaw to let it lose as a string of groans and high pitched moans left his lips, to reverberate on all the walls of the tight space, probably to be heard by everyone outside that was not knocked out drunk. You felt Hyunjae delivering an abundant quantity of cum right in your pussy. Each of your thrust shoving the cum even deeper inside your dripping heat.

But you hadn’t finish yet and you don't intend to let yourself be edged to this level twice on the same night. You weren't going to stop before you grasp your orgasm.

Hyunjae started to whine when you kept on bouncing on his sensitive and drained out cock. Still constricting the poor member around your unforgiving wall. Hips still going strong with the brutal pace, determined to rip your orgasm out of Hyunjae.

“Please. Slow down I–Aaaa” tears started to roll down his face mixing with the sweat on his chiseled jaw.

“Shut up, I'm almost there” you said, clapping your hand on Hyunjae's mouth. His face contorting in overstimulation at the forced pleasure he winced under your touch, the face of true suffering. Hyunjae’s anguish was the last straw for you.

You finally snatch your high, hips becoming sloppy as you let yourself moan out, throwing your head back and pushing your hips back and forth, making Hyunjae’s cum gush out of you, mixing his previous loads still pooling on his stomach. 

You gradually slow down, riding out your high slowly until you come to a complete stop. You keep Hyunjae’s dick right inside you. After a couple of minutes of both of you trying to clear your minds and catch your breath you speak.

“You aren’t really ready be able to live up to your reputation yet but come see me again I’ll teach you to last for hours.”

a/n: ooooff. idk what happened here? i was really in my domme head space and my fingers slipped. thank you anon who requested this is one of my faves <3 guysss did you like it? if yes please consider leaving a comment or an ask. 1 comment = 1 forehead kiss from cat <3. ily

05. sharing a bed series ; skz ; han

masterlist.

sharing a bed series part 5/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN. -

pairing: han jisung/reader content info: dom!reader. sub!jisung. sexual content. enemies2lovers, sharing a bed trope. past misunderstandings, grudges, bickering. femdom feat: face slapping, face sitting, hair pulling, choking, riding, denial-n-cumming-anyway, kneeling, more pussy eating. this one is a little longer. teehee :)

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“Hey, I hope you had a good flight…”

Chan’s voice message crackles through your phone speaker but you can barely hear him over the bustling airport. You wait until you are outside in the pick-up zone to try listening again.  It is marginally quieter out here, cars coming and going, light snowfall brightening the winter night.  With your luggage at your feet, you replay his voice mail. 

“Hey, I hope you had a good flight.  Something came up at work and I’m not gonna be able to pick you up.  I’m really sorry ‘bout it, mate.  Jisung is on his way to get you.  I know, I know, but he’ll get you home, yeah?  If you’re still mad tomorrow, I’ll take you to lunch and you can kill me there.  Buh-byyeeeee!”   

Oh, that son of a bitch. 

The message ends just as a pair of headlights flash over you.  You can see through the front window but despite the direct eye contact Jisung still feels the need the honk the horn not once, not twice, but three times. 

You stand there with your arms hanging helplessly at your sides.  Snow falls on your head and a frown darkens your whole face.  Jisung just smiles and waves like an idiot, honking the horn again. 

I am going to kill Chan, you think to yourself. 

Jisung loves putting you in situations where you are the unrepentant supervillain of his life, so ignoring him and getting in a cab would just play into his horrible little hands.  He might look unassuming in his puffy coat and backwards cap, might look soft and friendly with his fair hair and plushy pink smile, might look innocent with his big brown eyes peering at you with cartoonishly saccharine enthusiasm, but in reality none of that is true. 

Han Jisung is the worst. 

Han Jisung is your nemesis. 

Han Jisung honks the horn again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you shout.  You roll your eyes and heft your luggage over your shoulder, stomping with an incredible degree of petulance for a woman of your age.  You toss your bag in the trunk then slide into the passenger seat. 

Jisung honks again. 

“Hello, hello, welcome to Flight H.A.N with Jisung airlines, this is your pilot speaking—”

You turn on the radio to shut him up.  You are not in the mood for his shenanigans. 

Jisung cringes with theatrical chagrin.   

“Yikes,” he says with a bubbly laugh.  “Tough crowd.”

“Just drive.”  

“Yes, mistress, right away, mistress, Jisung lives to serve his mistress, please don’t hurt Jisung or leave him out in the cold tonight—”

You thunk your head against the headrest, glaring ahead as Jisung smoothly joins the traffic flow despite his nonsensical rambling. 

You vaguely remember a time when Jisung was shy, back before he made it his life mission to send you hurtling into an annoyance-induced death.  You also vaguely remember a time you liked him, him and his quietness, him and his quirky humour, him and his big, stupid, brown eyes. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Jisung sings along with the radio so you flip the station to one with talking.   He strums his fingers on the steering wheel, lips pursed and eyebrows lifted.  He casts you a few side glances that you pointedly ignore.   When you see him open his mouth, you hold up a finger. 

“Do not even think about it,” you say.  “Whatever you were about to say or do… Don’t.”

He presses his lips together and makes an obnoxiously loud pop.

“Kk,” he says.  “This should be a fun half hour.”

The airport is outside of the city, a half-hour drive to your downtown apartment.  Usually.  The weather has traffic horrifically backed up.  Half an hour comes and goes and you are barely out of view of the airport. 

“We could play a game,” Jisung says, looking at you sideways.  “I spy with my little—”

“Nope.”

“Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool.”  He nods, strumming the steering wheel again. 

The radio blathers on, you barely listening.  You scroll through your phone until there are zero notifications, then you scroll through your photo album just for something to look at.  Jisung hums to himself and you try not to get annoyed all over again.  You exploding at something so inconsequential would give him way too much satisfaction.   

The snow comes down harder.  It pulls your attention from your phone to the blustery world outside.  Everything is a harsh grey, the dark night foggily illuminated by the white snow.  Even Jisung is concentrating now, his brow furrowed as he stares through the front window. 

“Shit,” he says. 

He changes stations to catch a road update.  Your jaws drop in unison when the reporter mentions a thirteen hour delay on the main bridge into the city. 

“Thirteen fucking hours?” you say.  It comes out wheezy.  “It’s winter!  Why are they always so surprised by the fucking snow!  God!  What the hell are we gonna do?”

“We’re not going anywhere near the bridge, that’s what we’re gonna do,” Jisung says, flipping the car into reverse and immediately changing course. 

“How else are we getting downtown?” 

He looks at you like you’re so stupid that he can’t believe it, his eyebrows jumping up his face. 

“Uh, hello, welcome back to town, it’s snowing here,” Jisung says.  “We’re going downtown tomorrow when it won’t kill us or trap us in a car—”

“I want to go home—”

“Do you want to spend thirteen hours in a car with me?”  Jisung asks.  “Because that’s what going home will involve right now, k?”

He sounds terse.  You feel a little better when he acts short with you too, more justified in your own rudeness. 

“Fine,” you say.  “What are we doing then?”   

A ten minute trip turns into an hour long drive with traffic delays, but eventually you are rolling into the snow-covered parking lot of the only motel with a vacancy sign.  You and Jisung do not speak, stepping out of the car and crunching along the snow in silence.  The motel parking lot is washed a golden colour, the yellow balcony lights beaming over the white snow.   It holds the promise of warmth.   You hurry inside. 

You shake yourself off in the tiny entryway while Jisung dings the desk bell.  Someone appears to check you in. 

“You’re a lucky couple,” she says.  “Lots of folks have stopped because of the weather.  We have exactly one room left available.  It’s a nice cozy double bed.  Sounds good?”  

“Ummm…”  You join Jisung at the desk, a million frantic thoughts running through your brain.  “Hold on, we’re not—”

“Did you hear that, baby?” Jisung says with exaggerated fondness, because he can’t help but taunt you.  “We’re a lucky couple.  Isn’t that just our luck the only room available has one bed?” 

You step on his foot deliberately and he yelps. 

“Is there really no other option?” you ask the attendant with some degree of desperation. 

“No, sorry.”  She gives you a funny look but shakes her head.  “I doubt you’ll have better luck finding a room anywhere else tonight.  You can have this one or enjoy a car nap.” 

“My beautiful wife and I are happy with a double,” Jisung says, already holding out his credit card.  “Right, baby?” 

You smack his ass, hard and swift.  His eyes widen.   You smirk.

“Right, baby,” you say with a snarl. 

-

Tonight’s only saving grace is the hot water; you enjoy a long shower before changing into sleep shorts and a camisole.   You join Jisung in the room, finding him sprawled on the double bed with air pods in his ears.  He tossed his hat somewhere and is laying there in jeans and a t-shirt – remarkable, as you thought he might strip to his underwear just to be annoying.  But no, he lays there peacefully.  His fair hair is darker at the root, neatly framing his unfortunately handsome face.  He has one arm flexed under his head, the muscle more pronounced than you remember it being.  His eyes are closed as he nods along to the music. 

You grab a pillow and thwack him in the gut.  It startles him to attention, a strangled sound leaving his throat. 

“You stay on that side of the bed and you do not move, got it?” you say. 

He sticks his tongue out at you.   

“Very mature,” you say. 

You lay down with your back to him.  After twenty minutes, he still has his bedside light on so you snap at him.  He whines like a little baby but turns it off, leaving just his phone beaming at his face.  You can hear his music but say nothing. 

You can’t sleep.  You want to roll over but you absolutely refuse to face him. 

His phone screen finally goes dark after god knows how long and he puts it aside.  There is a long stretch of silence in the dark.  You swear you have never been so uncomfortable laying on this side in all your life.  Knowing you will not be able to sleep without turning at least once, you decide to roll over.  You figure Jisung laid down with his back to you anyway.

He didn’t.  He is staring right at you, his big eyes making him look like a pathetic little lemur gawping at a human in the dark. 

“Why don’t you like me?” Jisung says.

“Oh no,” you say, immediately rolling onto your back.  “Absolutely not.  We are not having a heart to heart.”

“Oh come oooon, please,” he whines.  “This is the time and place—”

“It really isn’t—”

“It’s a classic story, a boy, and a girl—”

“I don’t like stories—”

“Forced to share a bed and share their secret feelings—”

“Those feelings are disgust, hatred, and revulsion—”

“Opening their hearts and—whoa, wait, what?  Hatred?  You hate me?”  Jisung pushes himself up on one elbow, staring down at you with a completely horrified look on his face. 

You try to ignore him and his stupid expressions, glaring at the ceiling as if it can do anything to save you.   Your heart is beating fast but it doesn’t feel good.  The pounding is coupled with a nauseous turn in your gut.

It is open knowledge that you do not like Han Jisung one bit, but you seldom vocalize it so explicitly.  Certainly not to his face.  Certainly not beside him in bed. 

“That can’t possibly surprise you,” you say.

“Well, it does actually!”  Jisung says.  “I knew you didn’t like me but hate me?  How could you hate me?  I’m delightful.” 

Even now, the clown is trying to joke.  Because that’s all it is to him, isn’t it?  Everything is just a joke all the time.  Everything and everyone is a punchline waiting to happen.  But you aren’t laughing.  Your hands close into fists and you dig your nails into your palms to keep your frustration in check.  Your neck feels hot and your stomach is still turning.  You feel embarrassed about things you haven’t even said yet.  Your tongue feels swollen somehow, your throat lined thickly.  It takes several deep breaths before you can speak.

“Well,” you say bitterly, “I guess I just can’t help being a massive bitch.  The worst you’ve ever met, right?” 

There is a beat of silence, then Jisung flips on the bedside light.

You slap your fists down on the bedcovers and glare at him.

“Turn off the light,” you say. 

“No way, you were just talking in a voice.  What did you mean? Why do you--”

“Jisung, I swear to god, if you don’t turn off that light—”

“Look, can we just—”

You shove the covers down and climb on top of him without thinking, trying to reach the light yourself.  He grabs you by the arms and pushes you back.  You end up tussling ungracefully, you wriggling around like a worm and Jisung clearly in control but just as clearly trying to go easy on you.  It puts you at an impasse.  With an angry huff, you push away from him.

“If I said something—” he starts. 

You laugh, a joyless cackle. 

“If,” you repeat.  “You’ve said a lot of somethings over the years, Jisung.” 

“I—I didn’t mean it if I—I don’t even know what I—”

You look at him.  He seems to be genuinely confounded and more than a little miserable, his eyes darting around as he racks his brain, his brow furrowed with obvious upset.  His hand is frozen on his head, a clump of hair feathering through his fingers. 

He meets your gaze and you roll your eyes.  You feel hot and uncomfortable again, the source of your nausea climbing up and up and up until it is clawing its way past your lips and—

“The day we met,” you say, finally, after years of stamping down the humiliating memory, “you said I was a massive bitch, the worst you had ever met.  And it—”

You are not sad.  You refuse to be sad.  This pain is years old now and it does not hurt you anymore.  But you are angry –  with him, with yourself, with this whole shitty circumstance, and the angrier you get, the more tears stab at your eyes. 

You swallow down a lump in your throat and take a steadying breath.  You stare at the wall because his attentive, earnest gaze is too much to bear. 

“I know I’m a little awkward when I first meet people,” you say.  “I’m shy and weird and sometimes… sometimes people think I’m a bitch when really I’m just quiet.  Chan introduced me to you because he said that you were kinda the same, and that we had lots in common, and he thought we would get along.  And then we met and—”

“We did,” Jisung says softly.

Your vision is blurry now.  You sniff hard, wiping your arm under your nose. 

“Yes,” you say.  “We did.  We got along amazing.  We were quiet for a second and then it was like… like we were already friends. As if we always knew each other. I’ve never spoken like that to someone so quickly.  It’s like I just forgot to be shy.   I was so happy and then—”

“I remember all this,” Jisung says, still sounding confused.  “I don’t get it.  It was Changbin’s birthday, right?  We were talking all night and it was great but then you just left without saying bye.  Then the next time we met you already hated me—”

You finally look at him, hitting him with the full force of your emotional expression.  He clearly was not expecting the tears because he literally jumps at the sight of you. 

“I left after overhearing you talk about me in the kitchen to one of your stupid friends,” you snap.  “’That woman is without doubt a totally massive bitch.  The worst I’ve ever met.’  And you were laughing.  Just… just standing there laughing about it, about me.  And I had no idea why.  Why?  What had I said or done?  It was humiliating.  And it hurt, and the reason it hurt so bad was because it came from you.”  You jab him in the chest, trying to sound angry because your tears are falling now and it just makes you feel pathetic.  “It hurt, Jisung,” you say, “because it was you.  From anyone else I wouldn’t care.  But you were the one person I expected to understand me.  The one person who got what it was like.  So to hear you saying those things—god.  I never wanted to see you again, but then you and Chan started your stupid projects together and I couldn’t get away from you.  And you just got more and more in my face no matter what I did—”

“Oh my god.” Jisung slaps both hands to his head.  He closes his eyes and shakes his head, as if he can’t believe what he is hearing.  “Hold on,” he says, abruptly getting out of bed.  “Just… just hold on.” 

He runs away.  You sit there more confused than anything, your face wet, your breathing uneven.  He is gone long enough for you to get angry again, glaring at him when he gets back in the bed.

“Here,” he says, giving you the tissue box he evidently retrieved from the bathroom.  “Just… here.” 

He takes a tissue and awkwardly dabs at your cheek.  You snatch it away from him, frowning. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he says.  He gets off the bed again, hovering awkwardly at the side while you wipe your face clean.   He waits until you are composed, swaying where he stands, clasping and unclasping his hands.  When you stop sniffling, he lets out a huge exhale.  “Okay,” he says.  “Look.  I’m sorry.  I’m… I’m really, really fucking sorry.  And I want to explain, I really do, but… but if I explain, I think it’s only gonna make you upset.”

You give him a very sarcastic look.

“I’m already upset, you stupid jerk,” you say.  “Just spit it out so I can go to sleep.” 

“Right.”  He runs his hand through his hair again.  It falls softly down and flutters when he exhales.  “God.  Okay.  This is gonna sound so stupid.  But, yeah, okay, I do remember saying that actually.  I didn’t know you heard me but… but that’s not an excuse.  I know.  I shouldn’t have said it at all.  I totally do know that.  But also… I said it, but I didn’t.  What I mean is, what you heard me saying, I was not actually saying.”

You stare at him for a long moment. 

“What,” you say, “the fuck?” 

He waves his hands around defensively. 

“What I mean is,” he says, “and stay with me… but… I actually meant it as a compliment.” 

“A compliment,” you say.  “A compliment?  You called me a massive bitch as a compliment?”

“Yes.” 

“Do you seriously expect me to believe that?” you shout, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.

His reflexes are fast.  He ducks and the pillow sails over his head, whacking the blinds with a clatter.  He looks there then looks at you, just in time for you to throw the tissue box.  He dodges that too, ducking down again.  The box hits the radiator and thunks to the ground. 

“Okay, listen—” he says.

He is not fast enough when you chuck the second pillow. 

“Okay, okay, I deserved that,” he says, holding the offending pillow up in surrender.  He tentatively approaches the bed with it, eying you as he gently lays it back down.

You glare.

“I promise I can explain,” he says.  “And you’re gonna love this explanation, because it is going to completely and totally humiliate me and you will have something to hold over my head for the rest of your life.”

“I’m listening,” you say.  You feel embarrassed about crying so the least he can do is embarrass himself too. 

“Thank you,” he says.  He gets back on the bed, kneeling and tipping his head back.  It looks like he’s praying, gathering the strength to admit whatever he is about to admit. 

You cross your arms.  You are annoyed he is taking so long and also annoyed that you genuinely want to know.  Han Jisung has no problem blurting every stupid thought that crosses his mind, at least when it comes to you, so you cannot begin to imagine what dark secret he can’t bring himself to speak out loud. 

You are halfway convinced he is trying to come up with a lie when he finally throws his arms out as if in supplication. 

“I’m a fucking freak!” he says, with all the verve and jubilation of hallelujah.  He closes his eyes and nods his head.  “I’m a pervert and I think with my dick like ninety-eight per cent of the time.  The other two per cent of the time I am honestly probably thinking with my prostate, though I haven’t really worked that one out yet completely—”

“What?”  Your whole face screws tight with bewilderment.  “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“I love bitches.  No wait.”  He shakes his head.  “That came out wrong.  Hold on.  I love… well, yeah, no, bitches.  Mean girls.  Bullies.  Catwoman.”

“Catwoman.”

“That whip… t-cha.”

“Jisung—”

“Look I was telling my friend about you because Minho’s an even bigger freak than me.  He’s the only one who knows my secret and—”

“Your secret,” you say slowly. “That you… like bitches?”

“That I love bitches,” he says.  “When I told him that you were the biggest bitch I ever met, it was because we both knew that what I meant was: holy shit dude, I just found my soulmate, she’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, I’m getting married tonight, and if she asked me to tattoo her face on my butt right now I would do it.” 

You hate that you laugh, but the comment is so unexpected that it sputters out of you.

Jisung smiles, releasing a pent-up breath of relief. 

“You were… are… funny, and smart, and yeah a bit quiet but you still don’t let it stop you from defending yourself or someone else when something is wrong.  Remember when you told off that creep at the party?  The one who was bugging Felix?  You don’t take anyone’s shit and then you just move on quietly like it was nothing.  I was obsessed with you from the second we started talking.  Then I was a stupid horny pervert and opened my big stupid mouth and now you hate me.” 

“I’m still not sure I really get it,” you say, admittedly flustered at his admission.  You had no idea Jisung saw you that way.  The woman he’s describing does sound pretty amazing, and he sounds sincerely infatuated.   When your heart starts skipping beats again, it feels different than before.  “Explain,” you say. 

He slaps his thighs in a motion of surrender. 

“Yup,” he says.  “Okay.  Fine.  Cool.  I like when women boss me around.  I like when they are mean to me.  I like when they hurt me and make me cry.   It… it gets my dick hard, okay?  I love bitches.  I LOVE BITCHES—”

You reach out to slap a hand over his mouth, remembering it’s a motel in the middle of the night. 

Jisung’s shoulders jump and he laughs into your hand, clearly embarrassed as he remembers where he is.  You laugh in spite of yourself, lowering your hand. 

“Oops,” he says.

“Oops,” you reply. 

Oops, you misunderstood your eavesdropping. 

Oops, Jisung never hated you. 

Oops, you find yourself staring into his eyes for way too long. 

“So just to clarify,” you say.  “You’re into, like, female domination stuff, and you called me a bitch as the highest form of compliment in your crazy brain, and then you spent the next two years being as annoying as possible because…”

“I thought you were just, like, crazy edging me or something,” Jisung says, making you laugh helplessly into your hands.  He laughs too, even while looking a little pained.  “I did!  I was like shit, she’s so nasty, she’s really taking me for a fucking ride.  I would have kept doing this for the rest of our lives if this conversation didn’t happen.  I would’ve been at your wedding like damn, she’s really got me going this time—”

“You’re so stupid,” you say, pushing at his chest without any real animosity. 

“I know, I really am,” he says.  He draws an X over his chest.  “But cross my heart and hope to die, everything I have told you is the complete truth.  I’d tell you to slap me because you definitely deserve it but honestly, it would give me a boner and I don’t think either of us wants that since we’re stuck in the same bed all night.” 

He says it jokingly, of course.  But you can hear the twinge of flirtation and truth under his just kidding. 

And maybe you’re still on an adrenaline kick.  Maybe your emotions are right at the surface.  Maybe you hated him so much because deep down you liked him, and you hated that you liked him because of a misunderstanding. 

And maybe, just maybe, those big brown eyes have drawn you in from the second you first saw him. 

“Slap you,” you say, as if in deep contemplation.  “Slap you where?  Your face?” 

This clearly catches him off guard.  He opens his mouth and a garbled sound comes out.  He thumps a fist on his chest. 

“Uh, yeah,” he says.  “Sure.  Whatever, you know.  You know.” 

“Mhm.” You move so you are kneeling too, facing each other.  You watch as he swallows hard, the gulp going down his throat.  All the adrenaline you built up earlier is suffusing into the race of your bloodstream.  Heat simmers below the surface of your skin.  “And you like that?  Getting slapped when you’ve been bad?”

“Oh my god,” he says.  “Are you.. are we… is something happening right now?  Oh my god.  Hold on.”  He says that but then all he does is stand up and sit back down again, rekneeling in the exact same position.  “Right, okay,” he says.  “Slap away.”

You snort, rolling your eyes but smiling.  You lift your hand but he is staring at you so expectantly that it just feels weird, not sexy, and you laugh giddily with amusement. 

“Aww, come oooon,” he whines, but laughingly too.  “Don’t get shy.  You were so good at it.”

“I’ve had years of bitchy practice, I guess,” you say with a quirked eyebrow, making him grin.  You shake your head.  “I dunno.  Just.  Do something to earn a slap I guess.  It’s too weird to just smack you out of nowhere.” 

“Do something?” he asks.  “Uh, I dunno.  As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never done anything in my life to earn a slap.  I’m seriously the most charming and funny and perfect guy ever and I—” 

Your slap him across the face.  The sound startles you because it sounds harder than it felt, ringing out loud with only the faintest sting on your palm.   

Jisung looks genuinely surprised.  His head turned with the impact of the slap, his jaw falling open.  He blinks himself back into focus and you are about to ask if he’s all right, then he looks at you in a way he has never looked at you before.  The desire and desperation of his gaze moves right through you, gathering hot in every intimate place. 

“Did you like that?” he asks, his voice a little gravelly as it drops low. 

“I don’t know,” you say softly.  You reach out to touch his chin, a delicate touch that makes him shiver.  You turn his face to look at the faint redness on his cheek.  “Can I try again to be sure?”

He nods and swallows again. 

You don’t ask for build-up this time.  You pull your hand back and bring it down sharply on his cheek. 

This time it makes him whimper.  It flushes you with heat. 

“Oh my god,” you say.  “What else?” 

“Uh, oh, fuck, um.”  He touches his cheek and sucks in a breath.  He pushes his hair only for it flop back in place.  “Um,” he says.  “Choking.  F-fingers?  Fingers in my mouth...  Um, haha, I can’t think.  Bondage?  Yeah.  Erm, denial.  Overstimulation.  Puuussy… yes, um, pussy.  On my face please.  Uhh… Punishment.  Pulling my hair… Oh, hello.” 

You take hold of his shoulders and push, guiding him to lay on his back.  He is already panting when you straddle him, his eyes wide when you lean down. 

“Do you still hate me?” he asks when you are millimetres away from his mouth.

You pretend to think about it.

“Hm,” you say with obvious theatricality, stealing a page from his book.  “Yeah.  I hate you so much.  You’re my worst enemy.  Sorry, baby.”

“That’s hot,” he says with a nervous little giggle.  “You’re hot.  You know I think—mmmf.”

You interrupt whatever long-winded joke was incoming.  He does not protest this interruption as it involves a kiss, a good kiss, a deep kiss, one that pushes his head into the plushness of his pillow, one that has him moaning into your mouth.   He lifts his hands to touch you, fingertips barely grazing your bare thighs when you seize his wrists.  You shove them into the bed, pinned on either side of his head.  He bucks under you, his mouth opening under your kiss.  You bite at his bottom lip and drag your teeth, making his hips move even more. 

You break away quickly and just as quickly slap him.  It knocks a surprised breath out of him, his eyes a bit watery when he looks up at you. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, baby,” you say.  “I’m just getting started.”

“Oh my god.” 

You try not to smile but Jisung makes it hard.  You feel flushed with excitement, hot with power and anticipation.  You squeeze his hips between your thighs and push the hem of his shirt up and over his chest.   He whimpers again but doesn’t move, his eyes closing when you hold down his wrists and duck your head. 

“Fuck, oh god,” he murmurs, a constant stream of mumbled expletives as your mouth runs over his chest, kissing and licking and biting, teasing him until he can’t help but buck his hips for friction.   When you feel him fully hard in his jeans you lean back, smirk, then climb off him.  “Oh god, you’re too good at this,” he says, keeping his hands where you left them and gazing at you with wanting eyes. 

You blow him a kiss and shimmy out of your shorts and underwear.  Thoughtlessly he swings a hand down to touch himself, squeezing his dick through his jeans and groaning. 

“Did I tell you that you could—” you start, but he puts his hand back beside his head before you can finish.  His smile is far too innocent.  “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you say. 

“Am I?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Shut up,” you reply, getting back on top of him.  “I still hate you.” 

“Oh god, yes,” he says.  His hips buck into the air as you scoot over his chest.  “More.” 

“I hate you,” you say, moving until your legs are on either side of his head.  “ I hate you so much, Han Jisung.  I’m going to ruin you.” 

“Fuck.” 

He already has his mouth open when you lower onto his face.  You grip the headboard and rock yourself over his tongue, back and forth until he finds your rhythm and takes over.  What he lacks in precision he compensates with eagerness, licking at you without any care for the mess it makes of him, wet and sloppy and hot as his tongue moves inside you then up and down your pussy, circling your clit, sucking, flicking, back and forth, around and around—

“Oh my god,” you say, looking down at where you can see the top of his face, his eyes closed as he works, as he moans, as he squeezes your thighs in his hands and drags his tongue all over you.   You grip the headboard tight when you come, throwing your head back and grinding down against him. 

You lift your hips off his face, hovering above him on shaky thighs.   You shuffle back and sit on his abdomen so you can see him, his eyes wide and wet mouth open as he pants.  He licks his lips and murmurs please, please, please in a hoarse voice. 

“Please?” you repeat, a little out of breath as well. 

You swirl your fingers over his bare chest and fiddle with the t-shirt still bunched under his chin.  He moves his face wherever you push it, tipping his head back, tilting it to the side.  He goes cross-eyed when your fingers dance in front of him, touching his lips.  His mouth falls open and his eyes close when you slide two fingers inside his mouth.  

“Please what, Jisung?” you ask, slowly finger-fucking his mouth.  “What do you want?”

He can’t speak around your fingers so he just whines, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs. 

“Oh,” you say.  Your giggle is filled with genuine delight, even while your voice is rough.  “I see.  You want to put your dick inside me, baby?  Hmm?  You wanna say you’re sorry and that you’ll be good and let me ride you?” 

“Good, so good,” he says, drooling around your fingers when you slide them out.   He swallows hard, choking on nothing, then nods his head.  “Please, please.   Yes.” 

You lean down and kiss his wet mouth, a chaste peck.  You rub the corner of his lips, smiling at his closed eyes and wrecked expression. 

“Okay,” you say.  “Get ready for me then.”  

You have a string of condoms in your luggage, always tucked in the pocket in case of emergency.  Emergencies like a snow storm trapping you in bed with your former worst enemy turned lover. 

When you get back to him, Jisung is laying there completely naked, flushed and stroking himself as he watches you.   He lets you take his hand off his dick, holds you obediently when you guide his hands to your waist.   He kisses you when you lean down, a hot and heavy kiss as you straddle him again.   It ends when you push him flat and sit back, already grinning because you know you are about to short-circuit his brain.

“Wanna see a trick?” you say, and proceed to put the condom on him with your mouth.   You laugh when you see his face after, his mouth hanging open as he blinks at you. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” he says, but laughs a little. 

His head thunks back into the pillows when you guide him inside you.   You put your hands over his, holding them to your hips as you rock over him.   His chest lifts and falls and his eyes close as he concentrates on not rushing your pace.  He keeps holding your waist firmly when you slide your hands over his chest. 

“Look at me,” you say. 

He blinks his eyes open.  You smile.

“Good boy.” 

He makes a noise that sounds more pained than when you slapped him.  It lights up inside you like fire and you move faster, take him deeper.   You get a bit dizzy with how good it feels, his dick curving up to drive against the softest, most sensitive part of you, sending you hurtling towards another orgasm.  You rub yourself at the same time, looking down at him as he gasps and moans, as he holds your hips and fucks you back. 

You bring your hand to his neck and gently circle it, rubbing yourself harder when he whines with chest-deep desperation. 

“I—I’m gonna—oh god—” he says, squeezing your hips so tightly that you think it might bruise.  

It feels so good, his rough hands coupled with his dick hitting perfectly inside you.  Your whole body draws taut for its crest.   

“Don’t,” you say, laughing a little, not even to be mean but because it feels so good that you feel giddy.  You squeeze his throat and his hips get erratic under you.  “Not yet,” you say.  “Me first.”

“Oh my god,” he says, looking up at you with frantic eyes.  “I—I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Jisung,” you say, squeezing his throat harder so he makes a choked-up sound that goes straight to your pussy.  “Are you gonna be good or bad?” 

“I’m—I’m—oh god.”

You stop touching yourself because you know he doesn’t stand a chance outlasting you.  You ride him through his orgasm, choking him as he spasms and moans and cries out.   His head lifts for a second, his eyes closed and brows furrowed, then he flops back down with an exhausted heave.  

His eyes open again, watery and huge. 

“Oh fuck,” he says, voice like gravel as you release his throat.  A deep breath shudders out of him.  “Oh… fuck,” he says, dreamily, smiling, then pouting.  “Oh! Fuck!” 

You giggle at him managing to say the same thing in three different voices. 

You slip your fingers into his hair and tug, yanking his head up.  He follows with a gasp. 

“I should hit you again for that,” you say. 

You slide off him, carefully.  He sucks in a ragged, tearful breath when you touch his dick to deal with the condom.  After, you rub your palm on the oversensitive head of it, making him grab at you and cry out.   It squeezes a tear out of him and you kiss it away. 

“Come on,” you say, grabbing him by the hair again.  You get off the bed and drag him to follow.  “I’m not done with you.” 

He is a little shaky and boneless from coming.  His footing is unsteady from the moment he touches the ground, moving with thoughtless obedience.  He thumps down heavily onto his knees.  When he sways, you straighten him.  He blinks up at you, on his knees, already nodding. 

You put your leg over his shoulder and draw him in.  For the second time, he gets you off with his mouth, his hands on your ass and his face buried in your pussy.  You sink your fingers in his hair and let it wash over you, humming happily when you are finished. 

You lower your leg off his shoulder.  Jisung slumps backwards, leaning against the bed and breathing hard, his face and hair a mess. 

“Wow,” he says.  He looks up at you.  “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

You laugh, feeling hot and flushed but satisfied.  

“Me too,” you say, making him smile. 

You help him back into the bed because his legs seem a little numb.  You lay beside him, rubbing the inside of his thigh as he kisses all over your face.   You giggle then fall into a proper kiss, winding around each other affectionately.  

“I’m gonna send Chan a gift basket,” Jisung says, making you snort.  “I am!  Thank you for having a family emergency, your timing couldn’t be better.”

You tip your head and look at him with confusion.

“Family emergency?” you say.  “He told me he was working?”

“Working?”  Jisung furrows his brow.  “Huh?  We don’t have anything coming up at work.  He phoned me from the road and said he was heading out to visit family?  He said he wouldn’t be back all week-end.” 

“He told me he was stuck working and would see me tomorrow,” you say, your eyes narrowing as you slowly put two-and-two and together.  

“I didn’t even know why he was asking me and not Changbin or something,” Jisung continues to muse aloud.  “He said you were wanting to talk to me, though, so I figured—”

“I never said that!  I mean, I’m glad we did but…”  You sit up, glaring at the wall.

Jisung bursts into laughter, covering his mouth as he looks at you. 

“Did Chan hustle us?” he asks. 

“He threw us together in a snow storm so we’d be forced to reconcile!”

“I don’t think Chan can control the weather—”

“Oh, he definitely can.  I bet he delayed the bridge himself—”

Jisung laughs some more, kissing the side of your face lovingly while you continue to glare contemptuously at the wall. 

“Well,” you say, looking at him.  You kiss him sweetly on the nose and he smiles at you.  “That’s fine,” you say.  “A vacancy for my sworn enemy just opened up.  Looks like I found a replacement.” 

“I’m good with that,” Jisung says.  “But… you’re not allowed to enemy-fuck him like that.  That’s just for me, right?” 

You settle in his arms, forgetting about Chan for the time being, forgetting to glare, forgetting about everything that happened before tonight.  You smile at him, brushing a bit of hair off his sweaty forehead.  He is still flushed and beautiful, his hopeful eyes locked on yours.  He smiles back. 

“Yeah,” you say.  “It’s only ever been just you, Jisung.” 

He visibly melts, his laugh a breathless thing.  He leans in and kisses you and you hold his face, kissing him back.  You can feel him smiling against your lips and you smile too. 

hi i love ur subby jk works so much :3 do you think you could write a roommates au with sub jk? i would love if he is needy and trying to hide how much oc effects him. maybe he could secretly touch himself when they are watching a movie and trying not to make noise. whatever you want to write with subby kook would be amazing honestly. sorry if this is too much :(

Of course, I can! This is a great idea, a filthy one I would even say 👀 Nothing's too much when it comes to our dearly baby boy 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for reading my stories lovely!! 💜 xox

Movie Night

Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Dom/Fem!Reader

Genre: Roommates AU, smut

Summary: You procure Jungkook a lot of pleasure without even knowing it. He tries to be subtle about it, hold in his desires, but one night he just can't help it.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader acts disgusted but don't worry she's very blessed by jk's cock, jk's a pervert sorry not sorry, humiliation, masturbation (m), exhibitionism.

A.N.: It's really a focus on jk, but I love subby jk playing with himself too much. It's so short, but I have to shorten the requests if I want them done - it's still good anyway 🙄

At the beginning, Jungkook was living alone. The other room in his apartment was for rent, but nobody seemed to want to live there. He wasn't expecting to have a roommate anytime soon, until you.

He didn't think so much about who would be his roommate, whether it'd be a guy or a girl. He's shy around women his age, but that isn't an obstacle at being friends with them, except for you. He sometimes wonders if he's wrong for having the fattest crush on you, his girl roommate. Kinda cliché, but can he really control his feelings when everything you do is affecting him?

It's not like you were walking around in nothing but your panties and a t-shirt. Not like you were moaning at one in the morning, touching yourself, acting like Jungkook couldn't hear a thing. He could very much, and his cock too. You know that he knows, he's sure of it.

How you send him a glare the next day when you quit your room to go to the kitchen, how you don't bother to hide your sex toy in a drawer, leaving it on your bed with your door wide open. You're smart, there's no way this isn't intentional.

Though, Jungkook is way more secretive than you when it comes to masturbation. Maybe because you probably don't think of him when you do as he imagines you when he does. Or because he would be so ashamed if you happened to hear a suspect sound coming from his room, resembling too much of a moan.

Everything he does, he keeps a secret. He tries to, at least. One time, he stole one of your panties. It wasn't really smart of him because you would eventually find out that one of your underwear is missing, and it's exactly what happened. You asked him if he saw them, he said no, then you described them to him - black lace panties with red roses on them.

They were literally under his pillow right now, for him to stroke his cock with. His face turned red, and he swore you understood why. Nonetheless, you went on with your day, telling him you would see them again. And you did because Jungkook did a quick laundry, cleaned them and placed them neatly in your underwear's drawer.

Since the panties incident, he told himself he would stop - or at least be more careful. He did not.

He was craving intimacy so bad one night. His boner was so painful, his cock had never been this hard before. He wanted you, he needed you, but he couldn't have you. What would he have said anyway? 'Please, jerk me off'? Or 'I beg you to fuck me, I can't stop thinking about you'?

Imaginary scenes weren't enough anymore, so he proceeded to open Instagram and search for your profile. He knows you are the kind to post bikini pics. He chose his favourite where you were laying down beside the edge of a pool, all wet from the water in a hot pink bathing suit. Your boobs were barely covered by small triangles, your bikini bottom held by little bows on each side of your hips.

He jerked himself to you, his hand going up and down so fast on his dick, the skin of his palm slapping against his pelvis. In the heat of the moment, he accidentally liked your Instagram post. What a shame.

He unliked it, but you received the notification anyway. You probably thought he was a pervert, your roommate ogling at your bikini pics like you were a piece of meat. This isn't far from the truth, but Jungkook isn't like that.

You said nothing about it and didn't change your attitude toward him. Maybe you never knew or you just didn't address it. Either way, he's thankful because he wouldn't have handled the awkwardness of the situation.

Now, he isn't really focusing on the movie that you are watching together. On the other hand, you seem to be deep into it, eyes stuck to the TV screen.

Remember when he said he would be more careful? Well, it looks like he totally lied. The thing is that you have a grip on him, somehow. Jungkook isn't the most experimented in sex, but still, he isn't a deprived virgin. Normally, he isn't, because the bulge in his sweatpants totally betrays him right now.

Your flimsy tank-top - the straps doing a bad job at staying on your shoulders - is distracting him from whatever's going on in the movie. Your sleep shorts are showing off your meaty thighs, your skin looks so soft and Jungkook wants to bite into it. Just a little taste so he can sleep with his mind free of any thoughts tonight.

He knows he shouldn't, but his cock is so painful right now. It's engorged with blood and there's only one solution to his problem... So he slowly sneaks a hand in his sweatpants, going under the band of his underwear. He'll just palm it, nothing else, he swears. He just needs some friction against his dick, there's nothing wrong with that.

His fingers wrap around his hardness, stroking it gently, feeling the beads of pre-cum falling from his tip. It stains his briefs, a small wet spot appearing on the material. He doesn't care, too obsessed with the way your tongue comes to lick your lips and how your tits stand out with your arms crossed over your chest.

His face heats up and his cheeks become all red, his breath accelerating as well. His palm grips his cock tightly, squeezing it softly as if it was your pussy contracting around him. He exhales shakily, biting down on his small pink lip to refrain himself from moaning out.

It would be incredible to have you sit on him, see his dick disappear into your tight cunt, filling you up real good the way you deserve it. "Shit..." He curses under his breath and you luckily don't hear him, the sound of the TV too loud to catch his quiet whines.

His hand shifts up and down in his boxers, and if you would just turn your head around toward him, you would discover the little secret he's trying to hide from you. He's not very subtle, even though he thinks he is.

His cock is throbbing at all the dirty thoughts he has about you, it's really hard for him to not get rid of his pants right now and fucks his fist in front of you. He likes to believe you would watch him masturbate, dripping wet from the sight of him jerking off. Maybe you would even help him, it would be ten times better.

He smears his pre-cum all over his mushroom head and his hand slides so smoothly on his cock. You make him so needy it's practically impossible to believe you have this effect on him, but seeing him pumping his penis beside you in secret totally proves it.

He twists his wrist as he focuses on stroking his tip that is out of his underwear, the other half of his cock trapped in his sweatpants. He hisses slightly from the sensitivity of it, all red and sticky from his arousal. He feels the knot in his tummy tightening and he scrunches his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open.

His abs flex under his black t-shirt and he thinks it's the moment where he'll cum all over himself right beside you, oblivious to him playing with his cock until orgasm. Is it really, though?

He fucks his fist faster, lifting his hips up to meet his hand in a hard thrust. He could cum right now, he feels it, he's so close, but before he can, he stops all of his movements.

"Jungkook."

His eyes open in shock, meeting yours, being caught red-handed. He regrets it now, he fucked up, he fucked it all.

He can't control himself, though. Not anymore, not like that, not with your eyes on his cock. Damn it.

His erection twitches in his hand and then his hips jut forward involuntary, fucking the air like it's your pussy. He wishes he could go back in time and listens to himself about being careful, but for some reason his dick likes it and he can't do anything about it other than raise his hips up again.

"Fu-uck! N-No..." He cries as your gaze stays on him, watching him come undone before you. "A-ah..." His voice breaks into a whiny moan and his eyebrows furrow, his body reacting to the pleasure despite his little cries of complaints.

Without even touching his dick, he cums on his stomach as he fucks the air one more time. Long strands of white cum land on his t-shirt, stained forever with his shame. His thighs shake, his muscles contracting from the intensity of his orgasm.

He shoots the last bits of cum on himself, making a mess everywhere. He looks at you totally freaked out and he wants to cry when he notices the frown on your face.

"You're so dirty, Jungkook." You shake your head in disappointment and roll your eyes, standing up from the couch and leaving the living room.

Jungkook is left there alone, covered in his cum and sweat. Poor baby boy, he should've been more careful.

Jungkook is Coming Over Tonight.

Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Dom!Reader

Summary: Jungkook is invited to spend the night at his friend's girlfriend's house..

Warnings: Masturbation (M), degrading, blanket sniffing, Nipple play, degrading, exhibitionism.

Word Count: 2.1K

"Y/N, remember Jungkook is coming over tonight.” Taehyung spoke looking over at you from across the couch. You looked back at him nodding slowly pausing before starting to speak. "Yeah…Why is he coming again? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't like him he's just a bit… awkward…" You mumbled. Taehyung pouted turning to face you. "He's not that awkward, you two just aren't close yet. And he's coming over cause I promised we could hang out today. Taehyung spoke standing up and stretching just in time as there was a knock on the door. You looked at the door and then at Taehyung watching as he walked over to the entrance opening it up for his awkward friend, Jungkook.

You quickly looked away starting to play with your fingers as the boys greeted each other. "Hey!" Jungkook spoke waving at Tae who wasted no time wrapping his arms around Jungkook forcing him into a hug. " I missed you!" Taehyung giggled pulling away and walking into the living room back to sit on the couch sitting next to you. "Close the door please bro." Jungkook nodded closing the door behind him then walking over to the couch his gaze slowly reaching you. "H-hi, hey Y/N." He spoke softly. You brought your eyes up from your hands to look at him swallowing a bit "Hey Jungkook, how are you?" "I'm good." He spoke looking at Taehyung sitting beside him.

The night went on and Jungkook and Taehyung talked and played lots of games, you had just sat and watched for a little before you decide to go to your bedroom and get on your computer so they could have more bro time.

"Let's watch a movie bro, I'm getting tired." Taehyung spoke resting his head on the couch. "But then you'll fall asleep." Jungkook said picking up the remote and heading to Netflix. "That's the point, we'll both fall asleep, you can just stay till the morning, right? It's late to be driving anyway." Jungkook nodded at his words slowly. “Y/N would be okay with that?” “Uh, yeah… They should be.” Tae shrugged “I’ll tell them when I head to the bedroom.” Tae smiled as Jungkook nodded starting to look through the movies.

5 minutes turned to 10, 10 turned to 20 and around 30 Taehyung had passed out almost drolling and all. Jungkook yawned a bit pulling his head up and looking at Tae. "Tae?" Jungkook whispered waiting for a response "Taehyung?" He waited for a second longer. Realizing Tae was long asleep. Jungkook dragged himself up starting to look for where you would normally keep a blanket. A closet, He walked to the only three doors in the apartment to his surprise the first one he opened instead of being a closet it was your bedroom. He blinked looking at you. Luckily you're back was facing the door and you had a big headset on so you couldn't see or hear that he entered.

To be honest, Jungkook always wanted to catch you alone like this. It sounds wrong but he knew he wouldn’t do anything bad he just wanted to be around you. As soon as Taehung introduced you to him he fell in love with the way you presented yourself. For him, he’s willing to call it love at first sight, just sucks you had to be his best friend's girlfriend.

Jungkook watched you for a moment and almost without thinking entirely, walked into the room closing the door behind him. He didn't know how he was gonna approach you, he gulped his head starting to run with too many thoughts. His heart starting to pound. He thought about if he should just come up behind you and put his hand over your mouth, if he should just turn back around and walk out.

But it was too late now, he concluded he should just tap your shoulder. He bit his lip slightly starting to walk up behind you gradually, taking a deep breath before tapping you on your shoulder.

Not to his shock, you turned around with stiffness your eyes wide. You had gotten so scared your heart was almost beating out of your chest. "Sorry! Don't scream!" Jungkook uttered putting his finger over his lip and making a shushing motion. Your eyes stayed wide looking at Jungkook who let out a little awkward chuckle. "I-I’m S-sorry I just…I just needed to uh..ask you something." He spoke softly. "And you had to sneak up on me?" You spoke harshly turning your chair to face him reaching to your headset taking it off one ear. He nodded slowly "I-I shouldn’t have done that. I'm sorry." He spoke cursing himself in his head walking up a bit more and sitting on the corner of your bed a few inches away from your chair.

You sighed letting your heart slow down a moment looking at him then rolling your eyes slightly with a smile. "It's okay. What did you need?" Jungkook started nibbling at his lips at your words somehow forgetting what he was even looking for to begin with.

He’s all alone with you right now, Taehyung is asleep, and there's so much that could happen. He shook his head quickly at his indecent thoughts looking up to meet your confused expression. “Uh..um…I was looking for a…for a blanket! Right a blanket, Taehyung fell asleep.” He spoke, “I needed to ask where you keep the blankets?”

You nodded slowly “Just take the one off the bed.” You spoke “O-okay… But what about when you go to sleep?” “I have more blankets I’ll get.” You spoke with a small smile “Is that it Jungkook?” Jungkook nodded bringing his gaze down to his hands. “Oh and also, T-Taehyung said I could stay the night..that’s okay right?” You blinked rolling your eyes slightly annoyed he’s just let someone stay at the house. “Yeah, it's fine.” You smiled. Jungkook finally looked back up at you and smiled back standing up quickly and grabbing the blanket off your bed. “I’ll see you in the morning then.” He spoke. “Yes, you will.” You awkwardly giggled turning to face your computer again putting your headset back on fully.

He walked with the blanket quickly out of the room his heart pounding harder just as he walked out closing the door behind him. He leaned against it catching his breath for some reason when he got a sniff of the blanket… It smelled so much like you. He blinked looking down at it before bringing it to his face holding a chuck of it against his nose and taking a big whiff. It smells so good. He caught his breath, taking another whiff almost moaning at the sent pulling it away and looking back up walking over to where Taehyung sat on the couch still knocked out. Jungkook slowly sat next to him tossing the blanket up so it fell on both him a Taehyung looking down at the blanket.

He took a deep breath before grabbing a chuck again a smelling it hard. He couldn’t help himself, it was like you had just rubbed your perfume all over it before placing it on the bed, is this how you smell every time you sleep? He thought, bringing his head back and catching his breath looking over at Taehyung still asleep. Jungkook gulped slowly laying down on the couch, just big enough that his feet couldn’t touch Taegyung unless he moved too much.

He kept sniffing the blanket putting it over his head even, all he could think about is all the stuff that could have happened just now. What if he went in there and you so excitedly wanted to fuck him? What if he went in there and you pushed him onto the bed and started to ride him, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t scream and wake up Taehyung? He knows everything he’s thinking is so unrealistic but it doesn’t stop him from getting turned on thinking about it.

He groaned quietly biting his lip and pulling the blanket away from his nose bringing it down so his cheat was shown. He closed his eyes lifting his shirt and bringing a hand to rub over his soft chest. What if you made him eat you out? What would have happened if you had the same feelings for him? What if you were touching yourself right now just like him over the slightest interaction together? He twitched slightly as his fingers grazed over his hardened nipple opening his eyes quickly and looking at Taehyung sound asleep. He brought his gaze down seeing just how hard his cock pressed against his pants. Sighing quietly he took his free hand down unbuckling his belt and undoing his buttons still rubbing his harsh fingers over his sensitive nipple. He unzipped wasting no time cupping his bulge and rubbing over it for much need friction biting his lip to hold back his groan.

The thought that you could walk out right now and see him, and the thought that Taehyung could wake up any minute only made him more turned on. He hated that it turned him on so much it was one of the things tightening the knot in the pit of his stomach. “Oh~ fuck.” He whispered pinching his nipple and squeezing his bulge before pulling away his hips fidgeting up uncontrollably to chase his hand. He did think about getting up and going to the bath, but he just couldn’t, he wanted to cum right here and now. Especially since he lived the thought of getting caught so much.

He lifted his hips as much as he could pulling his pants further down then grabbing the hem of his boxers and dragging them down as well. He looked at his cock through squinted eyes his eyebrows knitted together watching as he was already leaking on his stomach. He mewled quietly throwing his head back. He wanted your help so bad, why can’t you just be his? And use him, just use him however you wanted. He calmed himself turning over slowly so his cock was dangling over the edge of the couch bringing his hand straight to his shaft starting to pump himself at a steady pace his pre cum making his hand move gracefully as he kept his other hand quickly flicking over his nipple.

“Ngh..” he grumbled quietly as he could his body tensing up the knot in his stomach pulling even more. He really doing this right next to his best friend thinking about his best friend's girlfriend at that, he’s disgusting, he’s a pervert, he almost hates himself but thinking about it only gets him closer. “I’m sorry..” he whispered out in a soft cry “Ugh.. I’m so sorry..” he couldn’t take this anymore, he was thinking about too much, his body was feeling too much just a couple more strokes and he’s gonna cum all over his best friends floor.

He gonna cum all over his best friend's floor, thinking about his best friend's girlfriend “Oh.. oh god..” he cried bringing his hand off his nipple and up the mouth covering his mouth his hand not stopping his desperate strokes. Just then that knot in his stomach snapped sending a wave through his disgusting body cum pooling out of him on the floor as he kept stroking. It was so hard trying to stay still and quiet his hips jolting up every other second while his heart almost busted. He got teary-eyed watching through cloudly vision as his cock let out a couple more pitiful drops of cum onto the floor his hand pulling away soon after to not overstimulate him.

He took his hand off his mouth laying on his back and panting hitched breaths looking up at the ceiling in a fog until he quickly snapped out of it looking at Taehyung who thankfully just frowned in his sleep. Jungkook sighed in relief taking his shaking hand lifting his hips and tugging up his boxers and pants laying like that for a while.

Before he could do anything else Taehyung moved around stretching his arms out and yawing making Jungkook gasped quickly pulling the blanket to cover his unbuckled pants and still semi-hard cock. Taehyung groaned opening his eyes barely looking at Jungkook “What’s wrong?” “N-nothing! I was just about to fall asleep”. He spoke trying not to sound panicked. Taehung nodded slowly and looked down at the blanket “Nice, I’m gonna go lay down in my bed…Goodnight.” He spoke with a raspy voice standing up slowly and walking past Jungkook stopping after a couple of steps and looking down. “Why is it wet on the ground?” “I uh..I spilled something!” Jungkook said quickly “I'm sorry!” Taehung nodded and kept walking. “it’s okay, just clean it up later.” He spoke sheepishly walking his bedroom.

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief looking up at the ceiling and decide to completely catch his breath before starting to clean up his mess.

©midorisplash

Helloooo do you have any sub idol smut recs?

Okay i’m back with another recs list part 2 to this one i suppose, some of these are gonna be that new just more one i found and loved after making the first part and if you don’t see a semi recent one you really enjoyed, recommend me some bc i’m always looking for more to read

enemies who fuck each other is my top guilty pleasure and orgasm deniel by @barnesbabee hits that spot perfectly, as a wooyoung bias it’s so good

i’m always gonna recommend anything @fairyofshampgyu does tbh cause they don’t disappoint and their recent work Devil by the Window 𖤐⁶⁶⁶𖤍♱ beomgyu + a succubus then there’s now live! about beomgyu being a secret camboy

matters with sub felix by @ipegchangbin where felix is insecure about his size so you fuck him with a dildo around his size so he can feel himself

one word vampires, VAM👏🏾PI👏🏾RES👏🏾 probably my second favorite monster in smut (succubus is first) and a crazy blood lust driven creature by @imrllytootiredforthis is such a steamy yeonjun smut even though it technically doesn’t even have sex in it

speaking of vampires drunk on you by @borathae is wet, messy and hot in the best way. just 10k works of yoongi being a submissive (kind of insecure) mess

see i’m not gonna usually be a fan of cheating but addicted by @imrllytootiredforthis made me not care ONCE felix’s character is in much need for someone to take control over him

back with more wooyoung @multiwreckedmess February Filth Fest day 7 is wooyoung being dumb and taking a bunch of sex pills, CW it is a bit dubcon so if that type of this makes you uncomfortable i’d recommend skipping this one

probably my second favorite story here is Have Mercy (on me) by @m-yg93 because it goes from 0-100 so quick and while you’re there you gotta read the sequel rematch, it’s just jk being a toxic gamer boy getting put in his place by a mean oc

and last but never least free falling and it’s sequel free falling 2 by @sunpopz haechan is a perv and the reader kinda gives into to his fantasies

Not So Smart Now (S.R.)

Spencer’s intelligence and cocky attitude has always infuriated you. So, when given the chance, you revel in putting him in his place.

Word Count: 2,882

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: sub!s7!Spencer, dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, hate sex, dumbification, slapping, degradation, alcohol consumption, language

cocky Spencer is so yummy I wanna rip him apart

This case had been rough. The unsub had slipped through your fingers again and again and each time it seemed like he slipped further away. You forced your eyes to focus as you combed through a plethora of files, trying desperately to find something that could link the unsub to his victims. You sipped your coffee like your life depended on it, but not even the caffeine could help you find what you were missing. Morgan was sitting opposite you and he sighed in frustration. Emily paced back and forth going through the case in her head. You were all stumped.

You looked up at the investigation board, trying to give your eyes a rest from the tiny black letters they’d been staring at. You scanned the photos of the crime scenes. All of the women were found dead in their backyard. Drowned in the clean blue waters of their outdoor pools. You raised a brow, your eyes flicking frantically between the photos. The clean… blue… CLEAN!

“Oh my God, that’s it!” you exclaimed, springing out of your chair in excitement. Emily and Morgan looked at you with expectant expressions.

“What?” Emily asked after you stared in awe at what you’d missed for so long.

“All the pools, they were-,” you began, but just as you were about to explain your theory, Spencer burst through the door, not even aware that you were revealing a crucial part of the case, and began rambling.

“Guys, all the pools were cleaned the day each victim was killed. There wasn’t so much as a leaf or a bug sitting on the surface of the water. So, I checked, and they all hired the same pool cleaner.”

Spencer set a file down on the table that contained a picture of the guy you assumed was the unsub that had been evading you for so long. But you couldn’t even feel relief that you’d finally found him. Because you didn’t find him. Well, you would’ve if Spencer ‘boy genius’ Reid hadn’t of found him first.

The team rifled through photos and records of the unsub for a few minutes before Morgan finally asked you, “Oh, what was it you figured out?”

You glanced over at Spencer with a look that could kill before answering, “It doesn’t matter now. I think Spencer’s got it all covered.” Your voice was higher pitched than usual as you tried your best to fake a pleasant tone. You plastered a false smile on your face and Morgan shrugged, looking back down at the pages on the table.

You tried to follow suit, picking up a page printed with the guy’s phone records. You knew the only thing on your mind should be figuring out how to find this son of a bitch. But you couldn’t concentrate. You were literally seconds away from saying exactly what Spencer said before he stormed in and stole your thunder. He did it all the time. And you hated him for it.

The case was solved and the unsub was found. As always, the team congratulated Spencer on figuring it all out. And you allowed them to. One thing didn’t want to do was make a fuss and say you solved it too. But if he smiled that stupid, cocky smile one more time, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to contain your anger. And sure enough, you couldn’t.

You had just touched down at Quantico. You walked with Emily and JJ to the bullpen to collect some things before leaving. Then, as always, you ended up standing around your desk chatting about the case.

“I don’t think I’ve ever drunk as much coffee in a 24 hour period than I did on that case,” Emily laughed.

“It was rough,” JJ sighed. “I’m glad we got him. I don’t know how many pools there are in Florida but if we hadn’t of caught him I’m sure he wouldn’t have run out of victims.”

You smiled. Finally this was something that would prove your intelligence to the group.

“Actually there’s one mill-,”

“There are one million, five hundred and ninety thousand pools in Florida.”

You turned around to glare at who’d interrupted you. Your eyes narrowed when you saw Spencer sitting at his desk. He hadn’t even looked up from his computer before he’d stolen your opportunity to be smart.

“Oh my God!” you shouted, your eyes widening in disbelief. Of course he had interrupted you again.

Spencer turned to face you at the sound of your raised voice. A puzzled expression spread across his face. He was clueless. He didn’t even know he was doing it.

You knew you should just let it slide and say, “Yeah, that’s correct,” or “That’s what I was going to say,” but you couldn’t this time. You were done putting up with him constantly undermining you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you said, almost laughing at just how much of an ignorant asshole he was.

“Huh?” Spencer grunted, getting up from his desk and walking towards the three of you.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing, do you?” you asked. You stepped forward so there were only inches between the two of you. Your eyes stared daggers into his.

Spencer shook his head in confusion, his breath wavering slightly. You pretended not to notice the blood rush from his face and down his neck towards… Nope. You weren’t thinking about that.

“You know what, just forget it,” you said, stepping away from him. “You’re not worth my time.” You grabbed your bag, stormed out of the building, got in your car, and sped home.

It had been about thirty minutes since you’d slammed your apartment door, grabbed a bottle of vodka from your cabinet and sat on your couch, scrolling aimlessly through random TV channels. You drank straight from the bottle, your mind reeling with hatred for Spencer. It was like he had some sort of radar that could sense when you were going to say something impressive. And when that radar went off, he had to come in and ruin everything. He was such a know-it-all. And maybe he did know it all, but he didn’t have to rub it in everyone’s faces all the time.

You took another swig from the bottle and sighed. You had no idea how you were going to face him the next day. Being on the team with him was becoming insufferable. You had to do something to stop yourself from wanting to punch him every time you saw him.

It was just past midnight, but you were still wide awake, when you heard a knock on your door. Your brow furrowed as you considered who it could be at this late hour. You set the bottle of vodka on the coffee table and went to unlock the door. When the door swung open your eyes darkened at the figure in front of you. It was Spencer.

“What is your problem with me?” he asked, not even bothering to say hello.

You let out an uncontrollable laugh of sheer anger at his utter obliviousness. The only reason he should be showing up at your door in the middle of the night was to apologise. And yet here he was, not even aware of what he’d done wrong.

“You are unbelievable,” you sighed, turning away from the door and walking back into your apartment. Spencer took that as an invitation to come in, so he stepped forward and shut the door behind him.

“No, seriously, why don’t you like me?” he insisted. “Because I can’t think of anything I’ve done to you that should make you act like this.”

Spencer’s voice raised and his tone became sharp. You couldn’t believe this. He was angry? He had no right to be angry with you.

“Well, Doctor Reid, maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are if you can’t figure out something that’s so painfully obvious,” you snapped.

“Enlighten me, then. Tell me why you hate me so much,” Spencer retorted.

“No,” you said. “If you can’t see what you’re doing wrong then I’m not telling you.”

“Tell me why you hate me and I’ll tell you why I hate you.”

You paused for a moment. You knew your feelings towards him were of hatred, but you had no idea he returned those feelings. Now you were curious

“I hate you because you can’t shut up for one second to let someone else say something smart for once,” you began hastily, desperate to know what he hated about you, but also relieved to get everything off your chest. “Everyone knows you’re a genius, Spencer. You don’t need to prove it all the damn time.”

“What, so you hate me because I’m smart?” Spencer questioned.

“No, I hate you because you don’t let anyone else be smart. I hate you because you get that stupid little grin on your face every time you say something smart.” You began walking towards him, slowly backing him against the wall. “I hate you because every time I see you I have to force myself not to slap that cocky grin right off your face.”

Spencer stayed silent for a moment. He was almost right up against the wall. Your face was so close to his you could feel his breath. You could also feel something else starting to grow in his pants.

“Well, don’t force yourself this time,” Spencer breathed.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“Hit me,” he said bluntly, his mouth widening into that familiar, infuriating grin.

“Oh, don’t tempt me,” you said, taking a step back.

“No, do it. Hit me,” he said, genuinely.

You gave him a hesitant look but he continued to smirk like he was the smartest man alive. You made up your mind. He was giving you the opportunity and you weren’t going to turn it down. You raised your hand and slapped him hard on the cheek. Spencer whined and his hand flew to his face. He rubbed the red mark that was appearing on his cheekbone but his eyes never left yours. And that stupid grin remained on his face.

“Just out of curiosity, is there anything you do like about me?”

You seriously considered his question. You tried to think of one thing you liked about him. It was harder than you thought. Until you remembered the way his breath hitched when you got near him.

“I like that when you look at me your dick gets hard,” you said calmy, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. “I like that I have the power over you to make you do that.” You traced your fingers over the red spot where your hand hit his cheek. “You might be a genius but you’re still just a man. You have needs.” With your other hand, you lightly touched the bulge in his pants. He swallowed but still his eyes remained locked on yours. “Your mind might be one of the greatest of our time, but your body is just like every other man’s. You say you hate me but your body’s telling me something very different. It’s pathetic.” You pushed him back again so he hit the wall. “I could lower your IQ one hundred points just by fucking you,” you whispered.

“Wanna bet?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

Without hesitation you slammed your lips onto his. He whimpered as his head hit the wall behind him, but soon he melted into the kiss. You could feel his lips curl upwards against yours. He was fucking smiling. He was enjoying this. That only enraged you more. You pushed yourself away from him and glared at him.

“Come here,” you said, turning around and walking towards your bedroom. You escorted Spencer inside the dimly lit room and turned to face him again. You looked down at the ever-growing bulge in his pants and began unbuckling his belt in silence. He sighed when you pulled down his underwear.

“You know what? I excepted more from you, Doctor Reid,” you said finally, smirking down at his below average sized cock that was now fully exposed to you.

Spencer said nothing, but, for the first time, his eyes drifted away from yours.

“Oh, don’t worry. That’s not a bad thing,” you smiled, wrapping your hand around it. “That just means I can take it for longer.”

You picked up the pace of your hand and Spencer moaned quietly. His head fell to lean on your shoulder and he sucked a spot on your neck. Eventually, you lifted your hand from his dick and began unbuttoning his shirt. When you pulled his shirt off his arms you turned your mouth to his ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you dumb.”

You pushed him down onto the bed. He lay there while you undressed, taking in your figure. You climbed on top of him and his hands immediately travelled to your thighs. He stared up at you with that smart ass glint in his eye. He wouldn’t look like that for long.

You didn’t flinch as you lowered yourself onto his dick. Spencer squirmed slightly beneath you, trying his best to stifle a whimper.

“I- I know a ton of other facts about Florida, you know. Not just how many pools there are” he said, his smugness slowly draining from his body as you rode him.

“You won’t know them for long,” you smiled, alternating your pace between fast and slow. Your inconstant rhythm was torturing Spencer.

“It’s state flower is the orange blossom,” he said confidently. “And it’s the flattest US state.”

“Shut up,” you whispered, anger flaring up in you again. You wished you could tear his brain right out of his head.

“It’s also 65,758 square m-miles, making it the 22nd largest s-state,” he continued, his words slowly starting to slur.

You looked down at the egotistical smile that was still plastered on his face, despite his stuttering. “Shut up!” you said, raising your voice. You lifted your hand and slapped him again. Harder this time. The whimper that Spencer had been holding in since you started finally escaped his lips.

And, at last, he shut up. The only noise he made was the occasional whine every time you quickened your pace.

“You masochistic fuck,” you laughed, grabbing his shoulders as your thighs began to burn. “All I had to do was hit you again and you’re reduced to a whimpering mess.”

“Shit,” Spencer breathed. “I- I’m go-.” But he couldn’t even warn you before you felt his cum shoot inside of you.

“Not so smart now, huh Doc?” you said shakily. Your breathing was ragged but that didn’t stop you. It didn’t matter that Spencer was finished. You weren’t.

Spencer didn’t get time to recover from his high as you immediately began to pick up your pace again, grinding harder and harder as his cum seeped out between your legs.

“Why don’t you tell me another fact?” you taunted. He looked as though he couldn’t speak, never mind tell you a fact. “What about an easy one? What’s the population of Florida?” you asked.

“It’s, uh- I don’t-. Fuck, I don’t know,” he stuttered.

“Seems like I won the bet then,” you panted. His hips jerked up and you moaned at the sudden movement. Finally seeing Spencer a pathetic heap below you sent you over the edge. You came without a uttering a word. The sensation caused Spencer to shake beneath you as he came for the second time.

You rolled off him and sighed. Spencer’s chest moved rapidly up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, brushing his hands through his hair.

“What? Are you annoyed that I made you dumb?” you asked, your voice laced with patronization. He rolled his eyes at you and you turned onto your side so your face was close to his.

“You know, you never told me why you hate me,” you said, running your finger down his chest, making his stomach tense.

“It doesn’t matter,” Spencer mumbled, his face flushing slightly.

“Yes it does,” you argued. “I told you, so now you have to tell me.”

Spencer hesitated for a moment before he whispered, barely audibly, “I hate you because… Well, I-.”

“I can’t hear you,” you said, looking at him expectantly.

“I hate you because I’ve wanted you to do that to me since the day I met you,” he blurted out.

You chuckled, grabbing his chin between your finger and thumb. “Well, if you’d told me that when you met me then this could’ve happened a lot sooner.”

“You wanted this to happen?” Spencer asked, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth.

“I wanted to prove you’re not a genius all the time. The sex is just an added bonus,” you explained.

Spencer’s cocky grin appeared back on his face and in an instant you were reminded of how much you detested him.

“Oh, it’s a bonus?” Spencer smirked. “Does that mean you want to do it again?”

You scoffed at his confidence. “I hate you,” you groaned, as you climbed back on top of him, ready to leave him a dumb, pathetic mess once more.

all to you | jjk (m)

summary - why work on a boring school project when you could fuck your cute bestfriend?!

pairing - sub!jungkook x dom!reader (f)

genre - friends to lovers, pwp

word count - 2.6k

song inspo - all to you by sabrina claudio.

warnings - dry humping, dirty talk, praise, pet names, cumming in pants (EEEE), breast play, reader is described as squishy and squeezable so if you don’t like that my bad

a/n - i just desperately needed whiny koo. badly. also hey lol it’s been a while

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You’re gonna fail this class. Who the fuck even needs calculus anyway? You huff and continue to throw a silent temper tantrum while writing down equations that don’t even make sense to you. You look over at your friend, Jungkook to see if he thinks anything of what the professor was saying makes sense, only to see him diligently writing in his notebook and seeming to retain every bit of information the man bellows out to the class. You chuckle to yourself, your Kookie, always hard at work.

You and Jungkook have been friends since you were kids. He’s always been a little meek and quiet, a complete juxtaposition from your talkative and loud manner. You had found him cute, even back in elementary school. His bunny smile and his big doe eyes made you melt every time you looked at him. Being neighbors, naturally, you both were constantly around each other. He was content with listening to you talk your head off while he listened intently and nodded along. You two complement each other. Anytime either of you had a problem, the other was always there to give support. Your favorite thing to do though was tease him. Seeing his pretty face burn scarlet and shyly bite his lip after complimenting him gave you a strange sense of satisfaction. It seemed as though no one could get him so flustered but you. Of course, you tried not to dwell on it, but it’s not like it wasn’t there.

You watched the clock obsessively, desperately waiting for it to strike 4. You smiled once it did and quickly gathered your stuff to meet Jungkook by the door where he always waited for you. Calculus is your last class of the day so he waits for you to pack up to walk back to the dorms together. As you start down the road to your building, you turn and finally ask him what the fuck you’re supposed to be doing for class.

“Oh, we have a test next Monday. It’s on Convergence and Divergence, remember?” he asks. No, you do not, but you’re sure you wrote down some notes somewhere so maybe that’ll count for something.

“I do not have the attention span for this shit I swear. Every time he speaks I automatically zone out,” you groan. He giggles and shakes his head.

“I’ll help you study, don’t worry,” Your dorm building comes into view as you keep your pace on the sidewalk.

“Great! My roommate won’t be home for another couple of hours so we can get started at mine.” you smile.

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