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member: jeon jeongguk

category: smut

word count: 2.2k

rating: 21+

warning(s): pwp, fwb, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), oral (f), choking, spanking, creampie, slight degradation, slight use of daddy, mention of safe word but not used, implied second round

note(s): @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this. i forgot to add this when i posted this. ❤️

You don’t know how this happened.

About an hour ago, you came to this party in this obnoxious frat house with some friends, dressed in a skin-tight velvet dress in your favorite color. The hem fell just below your midthigh, the spaghetti straps keeping it in place on your shoulders. The dress emphasized your figure and waist, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You didn't know how many guys tried to sweet-talk you into dancing and joining them in bed.

You stayed sober for your friends’ sakes, to keep them safe, but all that flew out the window when he found you.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching you until his hand found your waist, his lips against your ear, his breath fanning over it while he whispered what he wanted to do to you. He wished to bend you over and rail the shit out of you, your dress bunched at the waist; how he desired to devour you and taste you so badly on his tongue.

Jeon Jeongguk. Heartthrob, wrecker of hearts and pussies.

He was incredibly convincing, and the way he was dressed didn’t help. A white shirt hugged his muscular torso, ridiculous pecs, broad shoulders, and abs. Black skinny jeans clung to his meaty thighs, threatening to burst the seams, his chunky stompers on his feet. Rings sat on his tattooed hand, his veins threading up his arm sleeved in more tattoos. His little kisses on your jaw and behind your ear, his lip ring cold on your skin, his deep, husky voice and playful smirk drove you up the wall.

You couldn’t deny him. You really couldn’t.

So here you are, laying on your back with your dress bundled at the waist as promised, your tits and cunt exposed to the cool air of the borrowed bedroom. Your legs hang over his shoulders, your heeled feet sitting on his back while he buries his face into your pussy. Your hands tangled in his fluffy hair, your wide eyes stare at the ceiling, a moan slipping out of you.

“F-Fuck, Jeongguk,” you croak, throwing your head back when his lips capture your clit, suckling on it like a baby. Your toes curl at his fluttering tongue.

He chuckles, the vibration causing you to jolt. You gasp for air, thighs widening to accommodate his skilled mouth better. You mewl when his tongue prods your entrance, clenching around nothing because of it, and your eyes roll as his attention returns to your sensitive bud of nerves. Sucking in a breath, you peek at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks with your cunt in his face.

Your hips roll and circle on his receiving and ready tongue, trembling at the stimulation. You hear him hum, rapidly lapping away, your jaw dropping. You softly squeal, your back arching.

“J-Jeongguk,” you manage to say, hissing at his harsh suckling. Your pussy throbs, aching for something to fill you up. You buck against his mouth, tugging on his hair.

“Yes?” he rasps, never ceasing, continuing to tease you. He slurps up your juices, the sound incredibly obscene yet erotic.

You pant, your brain scrambling for words. “N-Need you.”

“Oh?” Jeongguk finally parts from your pussy, lips and chin shiny. You blush while he cleans your mess with his tongue, wiping the rest of it off with his hand. He crawls on top of you, piercings glinting in the room's dim light. His hips slot between your legs, his naked cock nestling against your cunt.

“What do you mean?”

You whimper again at his teasing, arms and legs twining around him. Your lips attach to his neck and jaw.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you huffed out.

A contented hum leaves him, his callused touch drifting over your body. As you arch into his hands, spreading you further apart, exposing your pulsing center to him. He reaches down to align with you, and your throat tightens in excitement. He needs to push in.

“Jeongguk,” you huff, impatiently dropping your head on the pillow. You lift your hips, attempting to slip him inside, but he pins you to the bed.

“Be patient, little girl,” Jeongguk murmurs, wickedly smirking. Being the little shit he is, he dips his tip inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and mewl. Then he withdraws a second later. He repeats this a few times, and you grow frustrated with every passing moment.

Whining like a baby, you pout at him, tired of him teasing you. You stick a hand between your legs to rub your clit, but you’re promptly growled at, hand smacked away. Fingers wrap around your neck, rings cold, and you stifle a moan. It’s his right hand, meaning you have a premium view of his tattoos and veins. Your gaze trails up to his face, his eyes burning with fire.

“What did I just say?” he barks, tightening his grip. You close your eyes and press your lips tightly together, your walls squeezing at the lack of air.

“Be patient,” you echo, dazedly lifting your lids.

“Then do it.”

You slowly nod, your attention flickering to his cock, which he finally slips inside you. A groan leaves both of you as Jeongguk carefully pushes in, your cunt eagerly greeting him, taking him for all he’s worth. The stretch burns deliciously. You gaze at each other the entire time, a little squeak escaping you when he’s fully sheathed within you. You exhale while he pants, his body a tight cord of muscle above you, ready to snap in a second.

“You feel so good,” Jeongguk rasps, his expression the one of a man whipped for pussy. “Fuck…”

You lay there in bliss, your breaths labored. You settle into silence, your panting mixing, the atmosphere heavy with sex and desire. He’s so thick and long, touching all those places you’re reminded of, so full, filled to the brim with Jeongguk’s delightful dick. He’s waiting for your signal, just like the last session.

This isn’t the first time you and Jeongguk have fucked. You’d been so drunk the night you let him rail you, and when you woke up in your apartment in the morning, your body still ached with his touch, his kisses, the sensation of his cock stuffed deep inside you. You hadn’t known his name or face, but the next time he found you at another party, you remembered, and you learned his name was Jeongguk.

And he knew you as the girl with the unforgettable pussy.

“I’ve been wondering where you were,” he had told you, a finger trailing along your jaw, his voice smooth and husky. His breath smelled like alcohol, and he smelled like the forest and fresh air, the musk of freshwater, all mixed together.

“I don’t know you,” you replied, already tipsy.

“No, but your body knows me,” he said. And he was right.

And although you’ve been fucking since then, feelings haven’t gotten involved. Not that you know of, anyway. If Jeongguk feels something romantic for you, he’s been doing a good job hiding it. As for you, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t pound harder around him.

“Okay,” you finally say, flopping your arms above your head, elongating your torso. You spot his eyes flickering to your tits for a moment. “Go ahead.”

Jeongguk shifts to his forearms with a grunt, holding steady as he carefully withdraws. A low moan leaves both of you. For you, it’s the emptiness, and for him, the lack of warmth and tightness. Once it’s just his tip remaining, he slowly plunges back in. Your eyes roll, a little whine rippling in your throat. Jeongguk softly hisses, his hands gliding up to yours, twining your fingers together, the action itself sweet.

He keeps this pace for a small while, letting you adjust to his girth. His lips drift over your jaw and neck, his breath hot on your skin.

Soon enough, there’s a mutual agreement between you. You shift beneath him, lifting your hips, and Jeongguk moves to his knees, his hands finding the bed at my sides. He quickens his speed, making you moan. The sound of your skin clapping gently echoes through the room, but it’ll grow louder eventually. Your tits bounce lightly in time with his thrusts, the drag of his veiny cock against your walls so addicting, the ridges heightening the pleasure.

With some struggle, you meet his stare. His jaw clenches, his brows furrowed, teeth nibbling his lip while he rocks into you, back and forth, his balls lightly smacking your second hole. You reach to caress his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. Jeongguk moans, passionately returning your kiss, his tempo growing slightly sensual and deep. This causes his tip to nudge that sweet spot inside you perfectly, and you loudly whine, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Jeongguk,” you pant, your feet planted on the bed, now rolling your hips in time with his. He shakily exhales, his nose nudging yours with each movement. “Fucking me so good.”

“Of course,” he groans in response, supporting me with one arm of his own on my waist. “Pussy was made for me.”

You breathlessly laugh against his lips, your pussy clenching around him. Jeongguk grunts, losing his pace for a second to harshly snap into you. You yelp, but your eyes roll, head falling backwards and hanging. His mouth finds your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to it, teeth nipping here and there.

Both of you are growing desperate. You know each other too well by now to recognize the signs of eagerness brewing between you. Jeongguk slides out, allowing you to scurry to your knees and turn around. You lean forward on your hands, perking your ass for him as he assumes his spot behind you. This is your favorite position. He gets to see your cheeks jiggle, and his tip will hit that spot so perfectly it makes you see stars.

His cock returns inside you without a hiccup. A little moan leaves you, feeling his hard body against your back. His right hand gripping the headboard in front of you, the other on your hip.

“Ready?” he murmurs in your ear. You nod, biting your lip, anticipating the destruction of your cunt. “Know the word?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, wiggling your ass at him, smirking at the grunt you receive for it. You bite your lip with a smile when he spanks you, humming at the lingering sting. “Come on… Hurry.”

He gently hushes you, starting a slow pace again, just to let you adjust to this new angle. You lightly moan, rocking yourself back into him, your pussy throbbing with every thrust. This tender tempo doesn’t last long, though. You squeal the instant he speeds up, his hips rapidly flying like a well-oiled machine. His balls slap against your clit, providing the poor thing with the stimulation it needs.

“O-Oh, fuck!” you moan, your fingers digging into the sheets while Jeongguk grunts and groans, your thighs stinging a bit from the impact of his own. “God, fucking me so good.”

The tattooed hand on the headboard disappears with a metal flash, joining its twin at your hips. He wildly ruts into you, your breasts jolting in unison with him, listening to him moan and hiss behind you. You fall forward, face meeting the pillow, now fully submitting to him. You hear him growl in approval, and you grin a little while he keeps ramming you like an animal. The quick glide of his cock on your walls draws you closer and closer to that edge you love falling over so much, your body singing with joy.

“G-Guk,” you croak, your hand finding his, tightly clutching one of his fingers as a warning.

“You gonna cum for me?” Jeongguk pants, his voice strained with concentration and pleasure. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Be a good girl and make a nice, big mess, yeah?”

“U-Uh-huh!” you wail, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your growing noises. “J-Jeongguk!”

“Cum for me, slut,” he growls, spanking you again.

“Cum for Daddy.”

That title sends you over the edge. You squeal into the pillow, your body stiffening and locking up as Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm. His cock is almost too much, making you sob and squirm. My clenching makes him join you in ultimate euphoria, doubling over and nearly crushing you with his weight. His throaty groan has you shivering, but feeling him dump his warm cum in you satiates you. Just a little.

You lightly hum, slowly relaxing beneath him. You lie there, panting and calming down, and you feel his lips ghost over the spot behind your ear. Goosebumps appear on your skin because of it.

“Such a good cunt,” Jeongguk murmurs. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

You softly snort and shake your head at him, shivering when he slowly withdraws from you completely. Your mixed cum shortly follows, hot and thick as it drips down your thighs. You glance at Jeongguk, finding him greedily staring with a hungry gaze.

“You gonna clean me up?” you tease, shaking your ass at him.

He stifles a moan, and you giggle, watching his softened cock harden. You reach between your legs and pet your used pussy. This earns you a whine, and your hand is replaced with his mouth. His tongue drags through your pussy, occasionally flitting over your clit. You moan gently, letting him swallow the mess you both created. His lapping makes you wet again.

You hear movement. Looking down to... find Jeongguk lying between your thighs?

“Ride my face?” he breathlessly suggests, his lip ring twinkling with his smirk.

Humming, you lower yourself onto his awaiting tongue.

“Of course.”

© babiekaykes 2022

hm....

guys guys reblog with the first song on your upside down playlist i want to know how to save you from vecna

[2:37 PM]

pairing: ot7 x gn!reader

category: crack, fluff

word count: 539

rating: g

warning(s): cursing, reader is a competitive sore loser, namjoon destruction

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks you.

You nod. “Yes.”

Namjoon gazes at you, expression serious. “There’s no backing out.”

“I understand,” you tell him, “but my decision is final.”

“Alright.” Namjoon sighs. “I’m sorry it has to be this way, but…”

You quirk a brow.

He lays down a draw 4. “I pick green.”

“You shithead!” you whine, glaring at him as you take four cards into your ever-growing hand. “I hate you.”

“Now, now, children, let’s watch our mouths,” Seokjin tells you, although he pointedly looks at you.

You sigh, slumping a bit in your spot while Taehyung scans his hand before laying down a green 3. Jimin drops a 7, and Jeongguk tosses a 9.

The order of the circle goes like this, going clockwise from your position: Taehyung, Jimin, Jeongguk, Yoongi, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon. You’re on Namjoon’s receiving hand, which is not a good spot, in your opinion. You have at least 15 cards in your hand while everyone else has less than 10.

You swear this game is rigged, that they’re all teaming up against you.

Yoongi plays his card, a draw 2. Seokjin plops a red one. Hoseok adds another red draw 2, then Namjoon a blue one.

And of course you don’t have one to add so you don’t have to draw.

“Fuck this shit!” you grumble, yet you draw 8 cards anyway. Your competitive nature denies you from backing out, that you still have a chance to win even though the situation is bleak.

Another round passes. Namjoon declares Uno, holding a single card left. You can only hope Hoseok will fuck him up so he doesn’t win, but the likelihood of Namjoon having a wild card is high, knowing his insane luck. You play a yellow 3, practically feeling sweat rolling down your spine. Your tummy grows queasier as each member plays a card, and you feel about ready to vomit when it’s Namjoon’s turn.

Please don’t play a wild card, or a matching color, you internally beg to whoever’s listening upstairs. Please…

Namjoon sighs. “Well, apologies, guys.”

You screech in complete devastation when Namjoon plays a regular wild card. The other members groan in defeat. You smack your cards on the floor and tackle Namjoon, straddling him while punching Namjoon’s chest with a fist.

“You asshole!” you say, so mad you feel like you’ll combust. “You sonavabitch! I hate you!”

Jeongguk has to lift you off Namjoon, who’s grinning at your sore loss. You struggle in Jeongguk’s grip, kicking your feet, wriggling, trying to attack the bastard who destroyed you.

“Lemme at him!” you seethe. “Lemme rip out his throat!”

“Okay, time for timeout,” Seokjin says, sighing and shaking his head. “Jeongguk, take them away.”

“Yes, sir.” Jeongguk lifts you over his shoulder, and you scream in frustration, pounding his back in distaste, yet your hits have no effect on the muscular dude.

You’re limp when Jeongguk dumps you on your bed, pouting like a baby.

“You’re fine,” he tells you, lying beside you with his phone in hand. Out of all the members, you feel closest to Jeongguk, since he’s the same age as you. “Let’s watch some animal vids.”

You huff. “Fine."

© thekaykery 2022

I've never read something so heart wrenching yet sexy and hot at the same time 😭😭 going on my rec list, you are

Swing It! | Handle With Care

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 8.5k

Genre: smut, fluff, pwp

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Candy is back from Australiaafter being gone for two months for work. She's back and well... She has a surprise. But Jeongguk also has a surprise for her.

Warnings: swearing, nipple piercings, sex swing. Lots of spontaneous steamy making out, two whipped suckers. Now the serious ones: nipple sucking, breast worship, masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), soft degradation (female receiving), body worship (male and female receiving), very emotional unprotected sex (kids, be smart about this one). Multiple orgasms. They're whipped for each other an I'm whipped for them. Switch!jk, switch!reader.

A/N: let's see if can still work this magic. Thanking @nervous-moon and @joheunsaram for betaing and checking the overall magic levels. I love you so much babes, I owe you two the most

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Jungkook felt a bit too excited as he watched you drag your suitcase to his car. He was sure that was you. That was your frame, your walk, and those were your shoes and that was your suitcase, the one he had seen by the door the night before you left, before you woke him up at four am for a quick goodbye kiss, forcing him to stay in bed while you got a taxi to the airport. He had wanted to drive you there himself, but you strictly refused.

But now he was here, at the airport, waiting for you, to kiss you and take you home and make love to you because he couldn't stop thinking about feeling your skin sweaty and hot and smelling like him again. He had missed you. And although your communication had improved a lot while you were away, and that it had been nothing — absolutely nothing — compared to how it felt while he was touring, he needed your skin. 

He needed to feel you again. 

“Candy?” he almost whimpered, tears coming to his eyes as he watched you starting to walk faster until you were jogging, leaving your carry-on only a couple steps away, opening your arms right as he opened his and wrapped them tight around you, going for a little swirl, his face in your neck as he sniffed you up. 

“Hello there, bunny.” When he put you down, you lowered his mask just a little, just in time to catch his lip wobble. “Oh, love.”

“I missed you. I love you,” he murmured, voice trembling. 

“I love you too, Kookie.” You dried his eyes, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his nose. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

He nodded, his smile so big your eyes watered a little. 

Once home, you forgot everything about your suitcase and just kissed him like he deserves. In that moment you were sure you could give him the world. Both your masks and his hat were discarded, your need to touch his face just a bit too intense. 

“I’m so happy to have you back,” he whispered, his hands in your hair, stroking it, his eyes glittering with mirth. “Are you tired?”

“Fell asleep on the plane.” You bit your lip before arching an eyebrow. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He cackled at your clumsy, flirty expression as you bit your lip and arched an eyebrow cockily. He loved when you turned into an in-real-life meme. “I might have done something questionable.”

“Did you pierce your nipples too? Oh my god, fucking finally!”

He started laughing uncontrollably. “Nope.” And then he got serious. Ominously so. “Not yet.” 

You rolled your eyes, sucking your lips. “Did your plans involve me shirtless?”

His hands wrapped around your waist, rubbing up and down your sides. “Hopefully, you naked,” he teased, his cheeks blushing. 

“Mh… I'm sort of worried about that questionable thing you did. But I also kind of want to jump your bones.” You wrapped your arms behind his neck, his hands growing brave enough to land on your ass and squeeze it, his smile sheepish as he stared at you. 

“I can show you the potentially questionable thing and then you can choose if you still want to jump my bones,” he argued, rather reasonably. “It’s just a little… improvement, so to say. For our bedroom.”

You turned your head to the side a little, giving him a curious but also intrigued look. “Surprise me.”

He cackled in that cute, precious way of his and reached for your hand, blushing adorably as he led the way. 

You followed him with quick steps, trying to make him go faster, but he kept his own pace. You hadn’t been so excited to make love to him in so long — and although it felt amazing, the anticipation and the pining and the longing and the innocent playfulness of it all, you were starting to grow impatient for the actual act: watching it unfold, see his naked skin and touch it, kiss it, feel his taste in your mouth, the girth of his sex in your hand, your laboured breaths syncing up, his moans echoed by your own, your hips and his pushing and pulling in a tide, the same way the sea plays with the shore in an endless chase of emptying and filling; fighting for air, for space, for— for him. To get more of him, slip underneath his skin, make him yours, wear his body like the best dress for your soul. 

You stopped him in front of the door, pushed his back to the wall and rose to your tiptoes to kiss him. 

You closed your eyes and opened your mouth and prayed for his tongue to slide across your lips to meet your own. You wanted to be tangled in him. 

You wanted to knot yourself with him in a way that would hold the two of you together forever. You had never imagined you would come to crave him in such an all-or-nothing kind of way. It was everything and still nothing could satisfy you. 

“I need you to own me,” you whispered as he still recovered from your hungry kiss. 

Fervour. Jeongguk had never known such a thing in his life until that kiss. “Tell me how,” he licked your neck before giving the gentlest of nibbles. “You know I won’t disappoint.” Fuck his bedroom improvements — you wanted to be owned, you needed it. He would deliver because no fantasy could ever overpower the actual feeling of being united with you. 

“I want to feel you naked. Bare. Inside me, around me, on top of me. I want to be wrapped in you.” As he started to suck at your neck and chest, you combed his hair — a gesture that was led by affection, sure, but also your need to hold on to something as your world started spinning faster, and your need to control him, direct him in his expert unraveling of you. “I want you to be everything around me. I want you to be my whole world.”

Jeongguk offered you his leg to rub against as he moved his arms around you, tightening his hold on your waist. 

“I want you to be everything I can feel, hear, touch, taste, smell… Everything I can think of.”

Jeongguk felt insane at the thought. You wanted him to become your everything. And he would do just that.

He started with your sweater, pulling it over your head. Next your tank top — so soft, and slightly loose. Your naked torso was just underneath that. 

Although he had grown acquainted with the latest additions to your breasts through the screen, it was nothing compared to the actual sight of them. “They look even hotter now that I can touch them and suck them. Fuck…” His eyes stayed glued there for a couple seconds before he turned the tables and pushed you with your back to the wall. “Do they hurt if I touch them?”

You shook your head. “They’re all healed up.” You placed your hands on his. “Do you need me to help?”

He nodded. He wasn’t shy about accepting help anymore. He had learnt it was a double win: he got to pleasure you and you would reach your high. He would feel an accomplished lover, and you would feel thankful, which would usually translate into you returning the favour in an endless give and take that usually took a couple hours for both of you to get too tired to continue. 

He let you lead him, place his hands where you wanted them — specifically, cupping your breasts while his thumbs remained free. 

“Touch them,” you whispered, your breathing laboured. 

He looked you in the eyes as he laid his thumbs on your pierced nipples, twisting the silver barbells back and forth. 

You bumped your head into the wall behind you as pleasure rushed through you, zip lining from your breasts to your core, arousal gushing out, making you feel uncomfortable between your legs. 

He smiled worriedly at your reaction. “Did you hurt your head, baby?”

You shook your head. “I’m in heaven, love.”

He grinned at the nickname. “Great. Do you know what would be heaven to me, right now?”

“Sucking my tits?” You teased knowingly.

He nodded with a similarly knowing smile. “Exactly. You’re damn perfect.” He lowered himself just a little, just enough for his mouth to be at level with your chest. 

And then you felt it — the scorching hotness of his mouth around your tender skin, blood coursing through it as your nipples hardened. Your breasts felt heavy, just for a second before he pushed them up higher and squeezed. 

You felt a shiver, a cascade of fluttery contractions animate the walls of your sex. It made your whole body shiver in return.

“Guk, this… Oh my god, I don’t care if this turns into sex, this is the best you’ve ever made me feel.” You tried to give him something to thank him, your hand reaching between his legs, resting over the waistband of his sweats. “Can I?” You asked, lingering there, waiting for consent. 

“Hold on,” he panted. “If you touch me there I’m gonna cum. Just grab my ass. I want my ass grabbed,” he explained before focusing on your other nipple. 

As an involuntary reaction, you scratched his abdomen with your nails, your fingers clawing in before you could control yourself. You moved your hand to his butt as soon as you remembered his direction, and then you placed your other hand to the crown of his head, grabbing his hair. 

He moaned, and you moaned because his sounds felt good against your sodden breast, your back arched, and he slipped a hand behind you, between your shoulder blades, so he could push you into his mouth. 

He sucked harder, the suction turning mind-blowing as he started pulling, the pressure growing as he moved further away, right before your flesh popped out of his mouth. 

You gasped at that. 

And then you whimpered when his tongue lashed out for your hardened, reddened bud. 

“Jeon— Guk,” you managed to breathe out, your brain trying to deal with too many emotions and sensations. 

“Touch yourself,” he whispered, almost begging. “Wanna hear you cum. I wanna make you feel good.”

“Enough of making myself cum, please— I want you,” you begged. 

He felt it. The need, right there, to feel one with you. 

“Ride my face—” he said, just as you spoke, “Fuck me”. 

He closed his eyes and laughed, throwing his head back before looking at you pressing his forehead to yours. “I want to fuck you, really, but I wanna save it for last.” 

“Who cares first or last, you've got stamina! We can take rounds, doesn't matter,” you whined, complaining so irresistibly that he picked you up and brought you to your room, dumping you on the bed and smirking, pushing your breasts together and diving for the crevasse between them. 

“Remove your sweats, mister. I'd like to have a conversation with your dick,” you ordered. 

Jeongguk stopped before cackling. 

“I'm not joking. Do you know how hard it was to watch you masturbate on a damn screen? Do you know how mind consuming it was not to suck you? Sometimes I zoned out while sketching because I was too busy thinking about your cock in my mouth.” You weren't even exaggerating it. It was all true. 

“Were you that needy? I knew it… I should have visited.” He stood up, took off his sweats and— “Oh, what do you think?” He turned around and you didn't really understand what he meant — it's not like you were too busy studying his ass and thighs and thinking just how much you wanted to bite all those muscles. 

Then you noticed it. “Is it…? Is it what I think it is?” 

He turned to you and nodded. 

“Fuuuck.” You stood up and moved towards it. From up close, it looked more complicated than what it had seemed. 

Jeongguk got rid of his t-shirt too, wearing only his boxers when he moved behind you, back hugging you, his hands laying on the button of your jeans. “Wanna try?” 

“Undress me first,” you told him. 

His hands undid the button. Tugged at the zipper. Pushed the waistband down. 

Meanwhile, his teeth grazed the curve of your shoulder. “I’ve spent nights wondering what we could with it.” As he lowered your jeans, he bent down, pressing kisses down your spine. “My only worry is that I’m not sure I’ll deliver on it. I’m a novice.” He sunk his front teeth into your glute, taking a large bite of it and making you squeal in delight. “But we have time. To try. To learn.” 

He stood up and spun you around, kissing you shallowly but intensely. It was just his lips pressed to yours, his hands pressed to your cheeks, his eyes shut tight as he put all the power of his adoration in that simple, tiny gesture. 

“We're going to learn everything, together,” you reassured him, tipping his head down so you could press your forehead to his. “I want to learn everything with you.” You kissed his jaw, down the column of his neck as you continued, “I want to learn how you feel inside my mouth. Inside my body. Between my breasts.” You kissed his chest “I want to learn how my heart plummets when I hear your voice. When I can smell the scent of you near.” 

Jeongguk wrapped his arms around you. “I like when you talk about how I make you feel.” He had spent weeks expressing his emotions, talking, analysing, deconstructing his feelings brick by brick. And now that he knew the words, that he knew what it means when his heart does an excited tippity-tap when you smile. Or what it means when his palms get sweaty and his chest feels like a set of drums when your hands wrap around his waist. Or when his mind feels like it's drifting on a canoe on a pacific lake in a sunny autumn day, usually when your hand is combing through his hair. 

You had helped him give a name to all the emotions and sensations rushing or lulling through him whenever you were involved. 

Right now he felt like he was bouncing on a trampoline. 

“Come on, get comfy. You go first,” he said, ever the pleaser. He was dying to feel your scorching, liquid need on his tongue. 

You looked at him for half a second, only vaguely distracted, trying to understand what you were going to do. “How should I…?” 

Jeongguk stared at the several straps. “Well, first, you sit on the middle one, I guess.” 

You approached the swing, grabbing the straps in the middle and stabilising the seat before you squatted and managed to safely sit on the soft padding covering the strap. 

Jeongguk nodded. “I guess you put your feet in the stirrups, if you like. And fix the other strap behind your shoulders.” 

You did so tentatively, gingerly leaning back and reaching a bizarre position that reminded you of your yearly ob-gyn checkup. Your legs were spread, knees bent, your back laid relatively unstrained against the two straps. 

“Interesting.” He shortened the feet straps so that your legs were slightly higher. “Now I guess you're too sprawled out for me not to eat you alive, correct?”

You purred, the fresh air of the room reminding you just how needy and wet you were between your legs. 

“I see.”

“Do you think we can sixty-nine on this thing?” you asked, batting your lashes at him while he licked his palm, a string of saliva connecting his tongue to his fingers.

He stopped mid-motion, a deer caught in the headlights. 

“You want that?” 

“I want your dick in my mouth, then your tongue between my legs, possibly together with your naughty fingers, and then when you get hard again because I taste so, so sweet, I want you to fuck me on this…” you tried to find a way to describe the thing you were on, “On this confusing contraption.” 

Jeongguk stared at you some more. “In that precise order, I assume.” 

“It's the perfect order. I've been thinking about it all the flight.” 

He nodded, humming. “It was a very long flight.” 

“Indeed.” 

“We could have joined the Mile high club…” Jeongguk made a pensive pout, one completely dissonant with the raging erection leaking against his lower abdomen. 

You stared at it, tilting your head to the side as you followed its curve with the touchless brush of your glance. He had apparently zoned out. 

“Baby… What are you thinking about?” you found his eyes again. 

“You and I fucking in the cramped space of an airplane restroom.” 

“Amusing. Would you now stop thinking about fucking me and actually perform your task?” You smirked, a blunt and desperate look on your face. 

Jeongguk grinned and grabbed your hips, spreading you before him, grinding against your core. 

“I said, your dick in my mouth first,” you corrected him pettily. 

“I don’t remember you being so choosy.” He brought his thumb to your clit, trying to distract you for long enough to slip in. 

He wanted in. He craved it so badly that he could swear his knees buckled at the faint suggestion of your heat against his shaft. 

“Please, Guk,” you moaned, gripping his slim waist with your hands. 

“Please what, Candy?” He growled in return, gripping his erection and pressing the tip to your entrance. He knew that if he slid in, he would cum in a couple thrusts. 

“Your dick… my mouth…” you mumbled weakly, feeling his free hand venture to your chest, his pointer finger drawing small circles that made your piercing shift deliriously slowly. You felt your nipples harden, even though you would have bet they were fully erect already. 

You could feel blood rush through you, your head growing dizzy as you blinked slowly, the gentle lulling motion of the swing making you even more relaxed. 

Jeongguk lowered his head to kiss your chest. “You really want to blow me.”

“I’ve been missing it so much.” You lowered your hand to his crotch, his hiss announcing that your touch was incredibly stimulating, maybe as much as his hand cradling your breast.

“Do you want to… I don’t know, lay there and I’ll stand by your head and…” Jeongguk blushed faintly in the gentle late-afternoon light. 

“Really? Blushing at me again?” You smiled at him. “You’re so lovely.” It was impossible in the way only real things were. You never thought you would find yourself in a sex swing, in front of a naked and aroused Jeon Jeongguk, blushing at you over how eager he was to fuck you. And yet…

He bent down to kiss you. “You want me to get rough with you?”

You nodded fervently. Your neck almost snapped and your entire body jiggled at the motion — because of your precarious position. 

He smirked in a way that let you know he’d hit a switch. “Okay, Candy.” He slapped your breast out of the blue, to surprise you. 

A grin flashed on your face and you licked your lips, ready to take whatever he wanted to give you. 

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

You grinned some more, nodding ecstatically. You’d been dreaming about this for weeks. 

“I have. So, so much.”

He shook his head with a disappointed tut. He stood up and stepped back, then he moved around you, till he reached your shoulder. “Lay down some more,” he said, his voice a dark caress. 

You shifted your weight tentatively until your head reached more or less his hip. 

“Good girl. Now I want you to open your mouth like a greedy, hungry little thing. Will you do that for me, Candy?”

You had already obeyed before he could finish buttering you up, and he was so pleased with it. He enjoyed how you always gave yourself so willingly, how you always made his wishes come true before he could even express them. 

He thought you had built a direct link to his brain, materialising his every desire.

He grabbed himself with one hand, the other cupping your cheek, pressing your temple to the sweet spot where his leg joined his torso. He stabilised you and then he slipped his cock in your mouth. 

It was soft — rather, smooth. And the head… the head was soft, just as you remembered it, if not softer. It tasted vaguely coppery, salty and… and musky. It was so him, so special to you. You had never enjoyed the taste of it until you had him, and then again, it wasn’t actually enjoying it, it had been more like learning to associate the strange flavour to his pleasured look, his needy gaze, the way his mouth would hang slightly open, his hair growing sweaty as his body got hotter and hotter. 

You started sucking him, trying to cover your teeth as best as you could, but the angle was unusual and a bit uncomfortable. 

He still stared at you, keeping you as still as he could while his knees buckled. He pressed himself to the soft inside of your cheek, rubbing there, finding relief in a slow, gentle motion. “I’ve been missing this mouth,” he moaned, grabbing the rope above his head for stability. “Holy fuck, Candy…”

You sucked him, rubbing your tongue against his shaft, trying to shift your angle so you could take him deeper, until he positioned himself perfectly behind you, your head tipped back so he could slide in. You closed your eyes — so you could focus, and also because the view wasn’t that worth watching — and you took him. You took him deeper. 

Jeongguk shivered and grunted, grabbing both ropes for stability, though only momentarily. He threw his head back, throat exposed majestically. 

Your hands found his thighs, so strong, so hard, and you sank your fingers in, using them for leverage as you pushed yourself away, taking a big breath, a couple more, and then sinking back on him, sheathing him in your throat. He growled, speechless before his hands travelled down the ropes, grabbing your shoulders to help you swing back and forth, swallowing him. You tapped him on the leg energetically when you needed air, and he realised he needed to let you go. 

“Sorry about that,” he whispered, voice hoarse with how hard he had been panting. “Do you think you can keep going like this?”

You nodded weakly. “Just a little. It’s deep. It burns a little.”

He hummed and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “I feel so dirty for liking this. Dirty in a good way, I mean.”

Your smile was warm and reassuring. The Jeongguk you had first slept with would have been too ashamed to confess this. But now you had him talking, confessing, elaborating his feelings, his sensations. “And I’m very pleased to be pleasing you.”

He smirked. “You’re amazing.”

You winked and lolled your tongue out, trying to reach for him as he pulled you closer to his crotch. You managed to lick the base of his shaft, where the skin became so soft around his testicles. 

He exhaled loudly. His hands found your breasts and you whined, tracing the back of his thighs with your nails. 

His thumbs drew circles around your nipples, slow, tantalising. Your body felt electrified by his touch, and he giggled hoarsely as you traced the curves of his glutes. 

“Wait, Candy,” he breathed out before straightening his back, trying to gain at least a sliver of control over himself. “I can’t… I can’t—”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“No, I mean I have to sit. I swear I’m gonna fall to my knees if you keep doing that,” he chuckled and looked at you, tracing your jaw. “I’m not strong enough to handle you right now. I’m… I’m not in the mindset.”

You caressed your hip and used the ropes to help yourself sit up. The padded ledges and stirrups had kept the rope from sinking in your skin and bruising you, still you were grateful for standing up, your balance readjusting to a world that didn’t swing around you. “All yours,” you told Jeongguk, taking a step back from the swing.

He stared at it for a second, then reached your side and sat on the middle ledge, adjusting the back one behind his shoulders before setting his feet on the stirrups. 

His legs automatically spread. 

He was there. Offered to you. 

You literally gawked at him for a second or ten. He was entirely exposed, nothing to hide. HIs abdomen was flexed to keep his balance, his chest was puffed out, his arms stretched above his head, draped around the ropes. And his thighs, flexed, knees bent, and parted. You knelt between his legs. 

It felt right. It felt so damn right, like your body didn’t even need your mind to command it. 

Tracing his quadriceps with your nails, you ventured closer to his crotch, to where his skin became paperthin, so pale and sensitive that even your shyest touch caused his erection to stir, quiver, shift. And there, the trace of what your hands did to him, a perlaceous droplet resting where his tip had laid. 

Ravenous, your mouth flew to him, no noise except for the heavy sigh he emitted, followed by a grunt as you grew more impatient. 

Your forearms wrapped around his legs and you unconsciously started swinging him back and forth, just lightly enough to help him in and out of your mouth. 

It was instinct, all of it. Shifting, rising, falling, his gasps, your moans, the way his hand tightened around the rope, the way he lifted his leg, just barely, unintentionally trying to go deeper. 

You slipped him out of your mouth just for a second. It pleased you to see him so dishevelled, perspiration causing his bangs to stick to his forehead. “Use your hand, mine are busy.”

He smiled slowly, then he grabbed himself and gave his erection a lazy pump. 

You lowered your lips to his balls, simply skimming them softly. “I love your skin here. So smooth.” 

He hummed, too pleased with the way you spoke about him, about his body, about how in love you were with every small detail of him. He'd never felt so adored. 

It made him feel a kind of holy that brought him above shame. 

“Keep talking, please,” he said, his whisper bordering on a slightly hoarse murmur. 

“What do you want me to talk about, love?” 

He hummed at the pet name. “Every thought I give you.” 

You smiled and dragged your face against his inner thigh. “You want to know how you fill my brain?” You chuckled fondly. He knows, he knows, he knows, you told yourself, rejoicing at the fact that he's aware, that he understands and remembers that he's your only thought when you're together. 

“All I think about is you. Your strong, beautiful body. You make me want to sculpt the shape of you in clay. You make me want to use my hands. You make me want to carve you into marble.” 

You didn't know how you managed to be so eloquent while your hands, your face, your body were being so animalistic. You were grabbing and licking and rubbing and…

“If this is how he felt, I know how Michelangelo made those statues. I can feel it.” You abandoned yourself to Jeongguk's touch, his hand caressing your hair, your fingers, your shoulders, your cheek. “This passion… The lust for you… It's not creativity. It's creation.” 

Jeongguk traced the seam of your lips with his thumb, fascinated by your words, the way your mouth formed them. “You're magical,” he whispered in awe. 

You smiled, suddenly shy regardless of the debauchery you'd been indulging in moments earlier. 

“Let me show you bliss,” he spoke gently. “Please.” 

You almost caved before you teased his frenulum with a flick of your tongue, reminding yourself what you wanted most. “You first,” you objected before fixing your stance and taking half of him in the warmth of your mouth. 

His head fell back, a long, strained moan leaving his throat, perfectly exposed in his position. You wished you had two mouths so you could taste the round of his Adam's apple too. 

You bobbed your head slowly at first, then increased your rhythm. Took a quick break, during which he tried to overrule you, but then went back to work, silencing him — but also making him howl in pleasure — with the finest of your techniques. And when he did reach his peak, he stayed there, long and deep. And hot. 

Your eyes were fixed on him, on his head thrown back, on his chest, taut and tense, on his abs, shivering, on his legs, trembling with bliss and effort as he tried to keep himself still. You could bet his toes were curled, but you didn't think about checking those, you simply closed your eyes and slid him out of your throat, as gently as possible, trying to preserve the taste of him on your tongue, memorising how it dipped with the weight of him, the size of him, his shape. 

It was his hand that ventured in your hair tentatively, removing your mouth from him entirely. 

“Love, are you alright? Anything wrong?” Did you forget something? It felt like you did. Maybe you had… Maybe he…

“Hey,” he called gently, getting off the swing to kneel in front of you. He spoke your name with adoration and love and worry on his face, his voice so sweet and perfect, like a flannel shirt on an autumn day. His arms wrapped around you. 

“Candy,” he said simply. He felt your body go loose in his arms. “Yes, love. Relax.” He smiled and closed his eyes, so pleased with himself. “I've got you.” 

“I'm home,” you exhaled, your arms squeezing him. “I am home.” 

“You're home, love.” He kissed the crown of your head, then tipped back just slightly, just enough so he could look into your eyes, and see himself reflected there. See himself through you. “I'm here now. And nothing will ever go wrong.” He pecked your lips with his. “Believe me.” 

“I believe you,” you replied, the faith in your voice so firm that he understood why some people died for their beliefs. 

He didn't need you to tell him: he knew your love for him was like religion. And maybe he was stupid, but he had always believed in you like a god, so it felt electrocuting to be looked at the same way he usually looked at other people. 

He realised how strong he was only once he managed to see his strength in you. 

He sat on his heels and pulled you onto his lap,his kiss getting deeper, stopping only once his knees hurt from being pressed to the hard floor. 

“Get on the swing, sweet cheeks,” he teased before squeezing your butt eloquently. “I believe I promised my tongue to your clit.” 

You were still dizzy from his kisses, so you barely caught the words — 'tongue', 'clit', — enough to send a sex addled smile to your face. 

You helped yourself up and he held the straps for you, helping you sit first, then guiding your feet onto the stirrups. 

“Lay back,” he suggested, noticing how stiff you were on the seat, barely giving him enough room to access your body. 

You fumbled with the back strap, shortening it, adjusting it to your body clumsily after it had held Jeongguk's larger, stronger shoulders. 

You managed to relax just barely. 

He smiled reassuringly. “It's gonna hold you up, just slide your weight to the back.” 

You did as he told you. Your body shifted abruptly, but he had a strong hold of you, keeping you in position and stabilising the straps so that they would hold you safely. 

“There,” he murmured kindly, making eye contact with you and shooting you a grin. “How are you feeling?” 

“Unsteady,” you confessed with a tense expression. 

“I promise you won't notice that once you get used to it. And once I get my mouth on you.” 

You chuckled and exhaled, trying to let go of the funny sensation caused by the swing and the drifting midair. 

The first thing Jeongguk did was grabbing a plush towel from the drawer, laying it on the ground for him to kneel. 

Next he took your left calf and sat beside it, between your legs. 

“Look at that… Why didn't you tell me it hurt, mh?” His tone was almost disappointed as he pressed his lips to your bruising knees. 

“What?” you asked, a bit too caught up in the moment to understand what he was talking about. 

“Your knees on the floor. They're gonna bruise,” he explained, moving his lips to the other knee and peppering kisses there. 

How that could feel erotic, you didn't know, the only thing you could focus on were the currents of pleasure pushing you around like tides. 

“I didn't notice they hurt,” you tried to say before your entire brain would turn to mush. 

“You must have been extremely focused on something else entirely…” he mused with a boyish grin. “I understand. I also get tunnel vision when my beautiful girlfriend is laying right before me… Legs spread… Tits out…” He leaned forward, his hot breath caressing your soaked folds. “Now now, let's see if you taste as sweet as I remember.” 

You were twitching on the swing by then, so awfully impatient — so impatient that the first lick, although mind blowing, was barely satisfactory. 

“Memory doesn't do you justice, my love.” His second lick was outright sinful. “You're so far damn more delicious.” 

He was a hurricane. Unstoppable, unrelenting. A force of nature. He could play you like an instrument, a twist of his tongue and your arms went tense, a flick at your clit and your legs quivered, on plunge inside you had your head thrown back, your hands reaching out, your eyes shutting tight and your breath caught in your lungs. 

He kept his tongue straight, taut, and slipped just an inch inside you, grabbing the seat of the swing to push you back and forth on him. 

The sensation wasn't as mind-blowing as you thought it would be, probably because your clit stayed uninvolved. 

“Guk. Outside, your hands,” you stammered, bringing your own hands to his head, trying to direct him. 

He looked up at you, his chin glistening with your cum. His expression looked confused, as if he hadn't totally processed your words. 

“I need you on my clit,” you said more clearly, your voice still a bit whiny. “I want— YES!” 

Two of his fingers had started curling against your g-spot, while his tongue was flat out, his head moving in a nodding motion, with quick, rough swipes of his tongue. 

“Please, keep going,” you breathed out, feeling his hair underneath your fingers, his moans of pleasure as he dove entirely in your taste. 

His dick was once more hard, once more glistening and dripping. God, he wanted inside… He wanted it so, so bad. 

He wanted to feel your cunt milking him, warm and slippery, with that delicious texture, those trained muscles that always took him so well, squeezing him, then releasing him, on and on with that erotic torture that never failed to drive him insane. 

He had to focus on something else, or he would never last long enough. He simply picked up the pace, hoping that the change in pattern would get you to cum faster. 

“Guk, I… So close.”

He watched you. He watched your chest blush and your mouth open and your hair tumble back. His gaze returned to your nipples, his fingers almost ready to head up and tweak them before he remembered his task. He stayed focused, he kept the pace. And then your entire body locked before it exploded. 

You did not contain a loud, moaning call of his name, which almost made him lose his cool. You tried to say his name again, but the sound died on your tongue as he kept touching you beyond your pleasure, pushing your limits. Your fingers were tugging at his hair, trying to pull him away, but he stayed there, only removing his digits from within you. 

Only when he was happy with your state of dishevel, he detached from you and slipped his fingers in his mouth. Three of them. 

You didn't remember having three inside… 

“Whenever you're ready, flip on your stomach. I know how I wanna do this,” he said, shortly after he popped his fingers out from his mouth with a lewd sucking sound. He was probably savouring every drop of you on his hand. 

“Are you still with me, love?” He asked with a fond look on his face. Goodness, he wanted to lay on top of you. Maybe also do you in missionary, just to refresh the memory of your lost expression whenever he was too good at whatever he was doing. He had been masturbating for weeks while propped on his knees and elbow, a towel laid down below his hips, using his hand as if it could even remotely resemble the feel of you, his eyes closed as he evoked the sound of you, the look of you. The feel of your breasts in his mouth, of your ass cupped in his hand as he tried to lift you up, to shift the angle in that way that always had you exhaling so loud a whimper would escape you. 

“Sweetheart?” he called you again, only to watch you shake your head. 

“I'm too dizzy, I don't want to shift.”

Jeongguk moved a lock of hair that had stuck to your face. “Dizzy? Do you need help? Sugars? Did you skip your meals?” 

“No, I'm just… It's the swinging, I think.” You looked up at him and your face immediately bloomed in a beatific expression. “Hi,” you swooned. 

“Hello,” he replied, equally love-addled. “You've reached Baby Star Candy's voicemail. Jeongguk is currently unavailable, he's lost in his beautiful girlfriend's eyes,” he said, droning like a recorded voice. 

It made you laugh. It made you fall for him ten times harder. “I love you, baby boy.” 

He grinned. His dimples appeared, the scar on his cheek turned into a smiley face too. His eyes glittered with something so pure and unexpected, something sharp and hot that cut through you like a knife, but never hurt. You felt impaled by it. 

“I love you too, ____.” Your name trotted out of his lips like a golden retriever puppy with a fancy, clumsy fall to its oversized paws, perfectly represented by Jeongguk's little lisp. It was adorable. 

It made you want to give him the world. 

You haphazardly stood to your feet, reaching with your arms around his neck to hug him. “If only I could show you how you make me feel,” you mused, a pang of disappointment in your gut due to the fact that he would never feel the circus parade that marched through you everytime you were reminded of your unique bond. 

“I can feel it.”

“I want to show it. Like if I could tear open my chest and let you see what's going on underneath.”

“That's risky.” He kissed your head. “Kinda gross and dangerous too, so please don't. I can feel it, that's enough to me. You show me everyday.” He held you closer, still careful about not squeezing you. Sometimes he was reminded you could take everything he threw your way only metaphorically, and he softened the strength of his hold. His voice sounded a little worried when he spoke again. “What is it, Candy? Are you okay, love?”

“I never thought being far from you would be so painful and so beautiful. I’m so grateful you gave me this chance.” Your voice was pliant, almost supplicant. 

“It wasn’t me conceding you anything. It’s not like you needed my permission.” He held your face and tipped it back so he could look into your eyes. “You earned it, you deserved it. You’re hard-working, and I wouldn’t be a good partner if I tied your wings back and kept you in a golden cage. You need to fly and I need to trust you to come back. I want you to become the best version of yourself, and I need to encourage you on your way to it.”

You kissed him, with tears in your eyes, you kissed him, until your lungs burnt, until he was vibrating with urgency to be inside you. 

“Candy,” he panted out, “Candy, sweetheart, I need you.” His cheeks were red because of the temperature in the room, because of his heart thrumming like a war drum in his chest. He lowered himself and pressed his hands to the back of your knees, picking you up effortlessly, grinning at your breasts right in front of his eyes. He almost wanted to say something but he stretched his neck so he could wrap his mouth around your nipple and suck it. 

He fixed his grip as you threw your head back, humming. “Bed. We can do whatever with the swing another time. Now make it easy, quick and please, make it so good, Guk. Make it as good as you promised me over and over.”

He nodded. Though he wanted you hanging from the swing, so he could just swing you back and forth onto his cock, make you slide on him. “Just try the swing for a minute. Please.” He splashed little pecks all over your breasts. “If you don’t like it, I’ll just fuck you in bed. But give the swing a try first. Please. I’ll eat you out again if I mess up, just give it a chance. Please, Candy,” he supplicated, his voice whiny and imploring.

You nodded, distracted. “Anything you want, baby.” When he used that voice… Those glittering eyes, so innocent no matter the amount of deranged pleasure he gave you, they always managed to win him whatever he wanted from you. 

He asked you to grip the ropes of the swing as he lowered you onto the seat, fixing the height of it so you were perfectly aligned with his pelvis. 

He set his legs a bit wider, then grabbed your hips. He looked down just in time to see you spread open, to hear you purr as he used his shaft on your clit, the hard ridge of it pressed right between your labia, rubbing back and forth. We was quiet, taking in the feeling, the sight. He was focusing, tormented by the thought that he'd been too careless each time he'd made love to you, that in the scorching urge of the moment, when you called each other to get rid of tension, he never managed to recall the details that he could never remember where your hands usually touched him, and where his hands usually stayed. He was— 

“Baby,” you murmured, your voice breaking the spell of his panic. “Just slip inside, baby boy. I'll make you forget it.” 

He pushed in in less than a second, his dick sinking inside you without friction, without resistance. 

You were welcoming him inside you, ready for him. He loved it. Tight felt good, sure. But slippery and warm felt incredibly better, especially when too much tightness could make him lose his mind. He preferred when he made you feel so good you started clenching around him, that way he knew it wasn't pain you were feeling. 

“What were you thinking of, baby boy?” You cooed fondly. “As long as we're okay, it's nothing we're supposed to worry about right now, okay?” 

He nodded and lowered his torso, holding you as best as he could before he kissed your cheek, and let you kiss him in return. He sank deeper and groaned, ready to bottom out. He did so with a final, thorough thrust. “I was just comparing this all to the way I remembered you when we were apart. There are things I never actively noticed I missed until you were away and I was jerking off to the thought of you.” 

He pulled out just a fraction of an inch, but from the way you nodded, completely unfazed by his movement, he realised he had the green light to go. 

He pulled out half of him and pushed in again with a thrust of his hips, plunging inside you again in a way that made your eyes lock with his, your parted lips mirrored by yours, wonder and pleasure resetting both your and his brain. 

“So now I'm trying to notice more actively all the things you do. I want to be able to imagine you as if you were really there with me.” Another thrust, this one ruthless in a way that made your inside shudder with his violence and his devotion, as he spoke: “Not just your body, how it feels, how it moves, but the way you feel on the brain.” 

You stretched your hand, cupping his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned in your touch, finally home. The innocence of him, of his face as he got lost in you, destroyed you. Tears pricked just behind your eyes, ready to spill. He was so perfect, he trusted you so fully, vulnerable, abandoned in your presence alone. 

All, all of his walls crumbled down when you were alone with him. And it pleased you, it enchanted you, it made you feel so powerful, and yet love, love untainted love, made you never claim that power to yourself. 

It was his gift to you. It was him handing you the knife to hold, and you never sinking it in. He had expected it at the beginning, in his fear; he had always been there, wide eyed lamb waiting to be sacrificed, waiting for his heart to be ripped out. 

But you had never. You had never abused the power he was bound to hand over, over and over. And that was the reason why, when his eyes opened, and his lip wobbled, and and he slowed down his thrusts, irises glossy with unshed tears, you tried to sit up, stretching your arms to wrap them behind his neck. It was the reason why he gave in, he caved in and let his torso glue to yours, still rocking his hips slowly, back and forth, oh so slowly.

It robbed you of your breath, of your sanity, of your whole world. There was no world. There was only Jeongguk. 

“Babyboy,” you cooed meekly, all your tenderness like a cocoon to his rabbit heart. “Give me. I can take it.”

His mouth sucked at your neck. His teeth sank in and his movements quickened. He was holding your hips, and started using his arms to pull you on him, the crude slapping sound of flesh on flesh growing cruel, so explicit it almost hurt your ears, but you found something else to focus on. His little grunts, his mouth detaching from your collarbone to glue itself to your lips, sucking, licking, nibbling too. His digits were digging in your flesh and he was lost, so lost in you. His hands felt like they were setting their roots in you, growing inside you. 

It was like he had been living uprooted since you’d left, and now he was finding his home, his habitat. He was grounded again. And he’d never felt so eager to crawl deeper than he’d been before you parted. 

Words had been lost, especially when he was reminded of the little addition to the wonderland of your body. 

His tongue found your nipple, the steel stud piercing through it. He twirled it with his tongue with wide, strong licks, his eyes glued to yours. 

You moaned and he grunted as he slammed you harder on his cock. “Are you close?” he asked, ever the diligent lover. 

“Just cum. I’ll follow,” you said through laboured pants. 

He shook his head. “No. Together,” he objected grunting. 

You stared at him for a moment before a smile spread on your face. You reached down with your hand. “Okay, babyboy.”

He grinned, his bratty, demanding side momentarily subdued. “Quick.”

You arched an eyebrow, expression cocky. “Careful, bunny.”

His lips formed a confused pout, mouth softly agape. He blinked with that cute innocent face of his. “Hold tight,” he said, his hands shifting only a few inches, to cup your butt and lift you up. 

You wrapped your arms around his back while he moved to the bed, sitting down, still sheathed inside you. He lowered his back down, you straddling his lap. 

“Baby?” You asked, both your hands on his face, thumb tracing his lower lip. “What’s with the switch?”

“You called me bunny. With that voice. I thought…” His expression was once more confused, adorably so.

You nodded, lowered yourself to kiss your lips. 

“Tell me you’ve got me,” he said. “Tell me I’m yours. Show me.” He spoke with that light tone he used when he needed to be reassured. 

“Where did your head go, bunny. Of course I’ve got you, Guk. You’ve always got me, baby.” You moved on him with the slowest roll of your hips, so eloquently speaking of love, of tenderness, of safety, of reassurance. “There, bunny.”

He pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, leaving room just enough for your middle finger to draw circles on your clitoris, a warm feeling coiling up in your insides. You squeezed on him and he huffed out a heavy breath. “So… so good. Warm. Good. Snug.”

“You were made to be inside me,” you told him. “We were made for this.” You kissed below his jaw and he purred below you, pushing up and goodness gracious…

“Are you there, Guk? Are you…?”

He grabbed your hips and started moving you on him and it felt so damn right, so stupidly, insanely perfect and you were…

Falling into him. It was like his soul and yours crushed together and your body was obliterating into particles together with his. Collapsing like a supermassive binary system, you were melting into each other. You adhered to each other, atom to atom. 

No distance. No room whatsoever. No light or heat would ever escape you. You were a million suns each. You were a joke to gravity. 

You were hovering far from the Solar system. You were one billion Earths, lands, oceans, mountains, storms, deserts. You were a choir of galaxies and each sang the same song, each sang that answer. 

Own, own, own. 

And belong, belong, belong. 

The next time Jeongguk spoke, you felt it. That Upper Hand that had puppettered you in each other’s life. 

His voice was raspy and exhausted as he started moving again. He wanted everything. And he wanted it again. He made you rise on him like a dawning goddess, and then he said, with awe in his voice: “You said this love is creation. Then create galaxies for me.” 

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member: kim namjoon

Machinery clanking.

The smell of steel and gas.

It’s all familiar. Having grown up with parents who were avid and popular mechanics, machines are like family. Every bolt, every screw and wire… All of it is like a song you never get tired of, one you love so much you could listen to it all day.

You can hear it deep within the ship beneath you, a place where you'll be soon enough, learning all the parts and pieces that make this giant hunk of metal work.

And all the skills and tricks your parents taught you have you here now, standing inside the grandest spaceship of this century. The Ladyslipper, which is commandeered by the smartest crew and the most brilliant and popular commander.

unnamed pirate fic

member: jeon jeongguk

And behind that desk is a man. Not just any man, either.

You lurch into a sitting position, pressing yourself against the wall beside you, your stomach swooping with anxiety. The movement gains his attention, the piercings in his ears, brow and lip glinting.

He smirks. “You’re awake.”

You say nothing.

This man… He’s the most dangerous pirate, the worst, incredibly harsh and unforgiving. It’s impossible to not have heard of him.

Yet his wanted posters do no justice for his handsomeness.

Black hair slicked back away from his face, sharp brows on display, a piercing glittering in the right one. Dark, brown eyes shaped like almonds, a gentle, sloping nose. Defined cheekbones, plush, pink lips, a ring in the lower bottom corner, strong jaw. Several earrings studded through his ears, made of silver and gold.

“Jeon Jeongguk,” you whisper, your pulse thundering.

the creamery

member: park jimin

“You okay?”

You don’t look at Jimin, not wanting to see the expression of pity most likely on his face.

“I don’t wanna go home,” you murmur, your fingers curling into loose fists. “I don’t wanna listen to my mom yell at me some more.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment. “Do you… want to stay at my house for the night?”

Your gaze flies to his, surprise clearly on your face. Your lips part slightly. Did he just offer to let you stay at his place for the night? Uncontrollably, your hand flies to his forehead, feeling his temperature. Warm, but not scorching.

“Are you feeling alright?” you ask him, quirking a brow. “Because I’m pretty sure Park Jimin doesn’t let random girls sleep over.”

He rolls his eyes once again, grasping your wrist and taking your hand away. His touch strangely brings a bolt of electricity with it.

“No, I’m feeling fine,” Jimin says. “I’m trying to be nice.”

“Park Jimin? Nice?”

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