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OLAL Minis: II {M}

as it turns out, flirty presents from old flames make Taehyung a little jealous.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut, fluff words: 2.1k contains: college roommate au, childhood best friend to lovers, explicit sexual content, lingerie/underwear kink a/n: this is a drabble for Of Lace And Lust, but it can definitely be read as a standalone 💕 happy birthday, Tae! 

It starts with a package.

No, like an actual package. Cardboard, tape, your name smack dab on the label. Delivered right to your door by a dude in a neon safety vest. You don’t actually notice when it arrives, because you’re too busy lying on your bed, catching up on the latest episode of Seokjin’s mukbang channel. This week, he eats seven lobsters and spills some juicy gossip (without naming any names, of course, but you can count on at least one story about Jungkook’s wild adventures).

“Babe, there’s something here for you!” Taehyung’s voice cuts through Seokjin’s squeaky laugh. You slam your fingers onto the spacebar and grin at the frozen image of his face caught all scrunched up in mirth. “A box.”

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Studio Dates | myg

Studio Dates

— Nothing beats spending the late hours in your boyfriend’s studio. 

Word Count: 857

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Content/s: FLUFF, established relationship, studio date (duh), MiN YOONGI—affectionate and sOFT Min Yoongi, some wholesome feels, suggestive themes (GASSPPP such sin), it’s implied that you have a hand kink (we all do) but Yoongi doesn’t question it (LmAO)

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A/N: this has been in the drafts for a whileee I haven’t been able to do a lot of writing so here’s all I have (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

ALSO, am i going to be stubborn and consider that anything under 1k words is a drabble when it’s supposed to be called flash-fiction and drabbles are specifically 100 words only??? Yes :DDDD enJOY BOYFRIEND YOONGI!! (this is me and my random 3 AM thoughts admiring Yoongi’s hands stfu)

In silence, you sit with your boyfriend in his studio, the both of you doing idle work and simply basking in each other’s presence. Most days were spent like this, and neither of you mind. 

There’s a comfort, really, in knowing that the other was there. It was this way that you get to spend time with him without feeling like a burden for taking too much of his work time. Yoongi finds the same sentiments in being able to spend time and not feeling like his work is tearing his relationship apart. Fueled by this comfort, you both also tend to have more motivation to get more done (sometimes—other times not really. You both can get very distracting to one another)

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Our First Night | KTH

“Tonight was supposed to be the night; you’d planned every detail. You’d asked Taehyung to come over around eight, dinner already being dished up and wine already poured. You’d invited him to stay the night, as he often had in the last two months of your relationship.

But in those two months, whilst there had been some rather heated make-out sessions… You still hadn’t given yourself to him completely.”

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 4.4k Warnings: Plus size, reader is self-conscious about weight (some theorising about the public reacting poorly to her weight), first time together, reader has pierced nipples, praise kink, teasing, squirting.

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34+35 | knj

SUMMARY why is the song 34+35 so motivating for namjoon to work out to? what gives?

PAIRING namjoon x reader

GENRE smut, pwp, workout!joon, established relationship

RATE 18+

WARNINGS 69 duhh, dom!joon, daddy kink, hickies, thigh riding, spanking, submissive!reader, unprotected sex (practice safe sex yall), orgasm denial, throat fuck, really whiny reader, sweaty joon 🥵, i think thats it???

WC 3.5 k

a/n: please feel free to let me know what you think! feedback is much appreciated <3

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me till the daylight?

34 + 35

Ariana's words blared loudly in your ear as you entered the fitness center looking for your gym rat of a boyfriend. Recently, he'd picked up his workout schedule more than before, resulting in the bigger and better namtiddies you so enjoyed along with buffer everything else. You weren't complaining at all, especially since his new bodybuilding addiction had led to him showing off his higher stamina in bed, insisting on round after round just because he could. Yeah, you were perfectly fine with that.

You found him over by the weights station, sitting on the bench facing the mirror as he worked on his biceps. He was the only one still here, the late hour of the night being his preference for hitting the gym as he enjoyed the peaceful quiet. His face contorted at the effort as he grunted with every lift, sweat dripping on his forehead, his hair wet, body glistening with the exertion.

You didn't want to interrupt, loving seeing him like this. You would've taken out your phone to record a video for your own private archives, just to store away, if he hadn't looked up and caught your eyes in the mirror. His lips curved up into a smile at your expression, dazed with your head tilted, eying him hungrily. "You came for the free show?" He chuckled.

You giggled as you walked over, putting one knee on the bench behind him as you leaned over, embracing his body and feeling his taut muscles under you. "It's not fair, you're too distracting."

"Look who's talking," he snorted, reaching around to pull you into his lap after setting the weight down. "You just walk in and I loose count of how many sets I've done."

"You've two more to go," his trainer's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, returning from putting the other equipment away. Namjoon nodded obediently and picked up the weight again, gesturing for you to get off so he could finish, but you didn't budge. "Can't I stay? I won't impact your training," you pouted. You knew Namjoon could never say no to you. Which is why he sighed defeatedly, a small smile on his lips as he shook his head before looking to his trainor for approval. Once he got the okay, he secured on arm around your waist and the other gripped the weight. You were pressed against his chest closely as he started his second-to-last set.

His trainor counted each one with him, commenting words of encouragement to keep him going. But you could barely hear any of that, only background noise compared to Namjoon's grunting in your ear. His hot breath was on your neck with each exhale, and you could feel his body heating up from the excersise.

The music was the only other thing you could hear aside from Namjoon’s pants, but that's probably because you had a one-track mind at this point, the lyrics capturing exactly what you were thinking.

Baby you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

Imma leave it open like a door come inside it

Even though I'm wifey you could hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick

You couldn't help the heat that flooded to your core at the sound of your boyfriend's exerted grunts in your ear, paired with his arm clutching you tightly around him, making you feel every flex of his muscles. And not to mention, you were sitting on those God-crafted thighs that had your mouth watering before you even thought about his dick. You tried to be subtle about the way you moved in his lap, trying to relieve some tension and the fire on your skin, and get comfortable without disturbing him. He may have not noticed at first, too enraptured in his gains to pay attention to anything else around him, but his dick took full notice. Enough of your wiggling his lap causing his gym shorts growing tighter and tighter around his crotch.

His arm pulled you impossibly close, leveling his mouth with your ear to growl, "What are you playing at, babygirl?"

You shivered at his deep voice, feeling the rich timbre in his chest. "What are you talking about, Daddy?" you whispered, moving again in his lap to brush against his semi-hard cock through his shorts. He let out a low groan at your movement, gripping your waist to keep you still. "I have one more set left. Be a good girl, or you're going to get punished. Understand?" He grunted lowly. You bit your lip, his tone sending another rush of heat to your core, your arousal pooling in your panties.

He switched the weight in his hands, his trainor starting his count again, oblivious to what was going on between you. Namjoon had told you to behave, to be a good girl. But how could you when he was basically making sex noises in your ear and flexing his muscles with you in his lap with a front row seat. Short answer: you couldn't.

You wrapped one arm around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you leaned in to his ear. "Why do you listen to 34 +35 when you work out, Joonie? Is it because you wanna fuck me till the daylight?" You felt him stutter in his set, almost dropping the weight, but quickly regaining his composure. He lowly uttered your name in warning, but you didn't heed it. "Is it because you wanna keep me up? Or so you can prove you can keep it up?" You gestured down to his shorts at the tent forming, becoming more obvious by the second. "Does it motivate you to get all big and strong and make the bed shake so hard the neighbors think there's an earthquake?"

"Yn," he muttered under his breath, his teeth gritted. You could feel his self-control draining as his focus fell to you rather than his workout. And you didn't mean to do it, honestly that wasn't your intention at all when you had walked into the gym. But workout Joon was irresistible, what were you supposed to do? Not rile him up in hopes he would use you as his workout instead?? That's crazy talk.

"C'mon baby," you continued, dragging your nails across his the back of his neck, "Finish your set so you can show me who I belong to." Your sentence ended with a slight whine in your voice as your own desperation showed itself. That gave him his last burst of concentration, just enough to finish the last 10 in his set before he was dropping the weight with a loud clang to the ground and lifting you up, hands on the back of your thighs. He murmured a quick thank you with a small bow to the trainor before he was practically running out of the fitness center and into the elevator that went straight up to the apartment.

"You're seriously such a brat." He growled, voice muffled as his mouth attached to your neck. You whined out his name at how he was marking you, a taste of what was to come later. "Can't be without my cock for one fucking second."

One hand hand was kneading your ass and the other held you up as he slammed you against the elevator wall. His mouth moved from your neck to your mouth, kissing you heatedly. You let out a moan as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, your lips opening submissively for him.

Your frenzied makeout session was interrupted by the ding of the elevator, signaling you had reached your destination. He readjusted you in his arms as he exited and headed for the door. His lips found yours again as he walked the well-known path that was ingrained into his muscle memory. He only stopped to come up for air when he reached the door, pressing you against it while fiddling with the lock.

"Joon," you whined as the rattle of the keys continued while he tried to find the right one. "I'm trying baby, but—" his clumsiness jumped out. You huffed in his ear, throwing a mini fit at not getting what you wanted fast enough. But he was quick to put you in your place, rolling his hips against yours, making you feel his rock hard cock.

"Baby's throwing a fit, huh? You think you're cute?" Unfortunately for him, he did think you were cute. Especially when you got all whiny for his dick. It made the his cock stand right up when you pouted at him with those pretty lips and eyes. He could never deny you when you had that look, and honestly, he never really wanted to deny you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he got the door open, pushing you both inside. He was barely able to set you down on your feet before pulling off his shirt, his chest muscles greeting you, dripping with sweat from his workout. You reached out unconsciously for his tiddies, running your hand down his body in a trance. He chuckled at your awe, and let you have a moment before he was tugging at your shirt and shorts.

"You worked hard, Joon." You panted as he towered over you, walking you backwards to the couch. "Think you got any of that left for me?" You fluttered your eyelashes for good measure to get what you wanted. Namjoon bit his lip at your insinuation, pushing you down onto the couch before hovering over you, chest heaving like the beast he was.

"Careful what you ask for, sweetheart."

Your mouth broke into a cheshire cat grin, playful eyes with a hint of determination. You wanted it all, every inch of this man standing above you right now. You pulled him down to meet your lips, reveling in the feeling of his tongue in your mouth.

He flipped you both over, instead having a seat on the couch and pulling you on top of him. "You wanted to ride my thigh so badly couldn't even wait till we got home, huh?" His voice was muffled in your neck as his hands found your hips, gripping tightly and positioning you. "Well? Show me what got you so riled up, sweetheart." He flexed his thigh under you, and you could feel it in between your legs, your arousal flooding your core. You let out a moan as you lost all sense of your surroundings and moved your hips back and forth on his muscular thighs. Your hands came up to steady themselves on his shoulders, and he leaned back, hands propped up behind his head as he watched you, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Damn, babygirl. I can already feel you soaking through your panties." He was right; your arousal was quick to make an easy slick for you on his thighs, causing you to rut frantically against him in search of stimulation to your clit. You rode his thigh like a pony, your whines and whimpers cutting through the air in symphony with the squelch of your skin. It was filthy, the way you were so desperately grinding yourself down, knot tightening your stomach.

You fell forward, losing your grip on his shoulders, as you caught yourself on his lap. Loud whimpers of his name left your lips as you chased your high, his thigh deliciously rubbing against your folds. You were breathing heavily, sweat beading on your forehead, mouth falling open. Your eyes rolled back as you found your rhythm. Your stomach tightened in anticipation, your orgasm fast-approaching.

He tilted your head up to look him in his eyes, intensely gazing down at you. You felt so dominated in the moment and he hadn't even done a thing. You could just feel your body tingle in anticipation for what you wanted him to do to you, how much you wanted him to stuff you full with his cock—

"Stop." His voice commanded. And if you hadn't been looking at him right that moment, you would've missed it for being so lost in your own pleasure. Loud whines left your throat as you begrudgingly slowed your movements. He smiled at your state—eyes wide, hair messy, lips pouty, overall fucked out. So cute.

"You were a bad girl, baby. You don't get to come yet," he reprimanded you. His tone was soft, but his words made you slump into his embrace, silently begging, big eyes watery from your robbed orgasm. "Nope. That's not gonna work this time," he tsked, but he still had to look away from your face lest he give in. "Lay down on your stomach, ass up."

You obeyed, not wanting to warrant any more punishment than you already had, but not without a bratty pout. You lay yourself across his lap, face in the throw pillow closest to you. You knew what he meant, stroking your ass cheeks so sweetly before landing a hard slap, making you yelp out at the loud smack. "Count," he ordered. You nodded meekly and whimpered out number after number as he spanked you until your ass was bruised with his handprint, relishing in his gruff voice whispering dirty things to you. You were sufficiently wet, to say the least, at this point to take his giant cock without any prep, and you hoped he would give it to you soon. You'd been aching for its stretch ever since you first felt it press against you while you were in his lap.

"Joon—please—," you begged. He tutted and landed another slap to your reddening ass. "That's not my name, sweetheart."

"Daddy, please—," you cried out, tears welling up in your eyes, "Please fuck me—"

Namjoon looked at you in your pitiful state. You looked so desperate, pushing your ass up further into his hand. sounded so desperate to be fucked, whiny moans leaving your pretty lips. Ready to take any punishment he gave you if it meant you'd get his cock. Poor baby, he thought as he rubbed your ass soothingly, you just wanted to be fucked by daddy. He flipped you over on your back, scissoring you open as he moved to hover above, and fucked is what you were going to get.

"Sweetheart, you're already so wet," Namjoon groaned, easily sliding three fingers into your cunt. He watched his fingers thrust into you hungrily, the sight making him painfully hard in his shorts. "Just from riding my thigh? Or, does my baby like getting punished, huh? You like it when I spank you silly? Is that why you were being so bratty?" You let out a high-pitched moan at his words, bucking your hips up. You were already so worked up, and his fingers felt so good inside you you were on the edge. And he was right—him spanking you had sent arousal right to your core, and you would be embarassed, but your pride was at his feet and you couldn't give less of a fuck.

Namjoon seemed to sense how close you were with your walls clenching around his fingers and decided you were ready. He pulled his shorts and underwear off, presenting you with his hard cock, red angry tip leaking with precum. He gave himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance and pushing in.

"Ah fuck—," he grunted in your ear as you moaned at the stretch. He slid in easily, the stretch feeling so damn good. He had to pace himself, remember not to go fucking ham right away, but it was hard because your pussy felt heavenly around him, welcomingly clenching your walls around him. "Yn, baby—," He slowly pulled out and rammed back in, causing you to wrap your arms around his broad back and sink your nails in at the sudden roughness. He continued to thrust into you hard, pulling frantic moans and whimpers of his name from.

Your silk walls felt so good around him he couldn't contain himself, setting a brutal pace. You weren't much better off, clawing at his back, moving your hips up to try and meet his. He leaned over you so closely you could see the sweat glistening off his chest, his freshly worked-out biceps bulging next you as he held himself. You took a moment to appreciate post-workout Joon in all his daunting muscle glory—if he kept going at this rate, he'd be too big to fit in a damn car.

He was rutting into you so hard, putting those muscles to good use, pushing your legs up into positions that made you feel like you were working out. You vaguely made out the sound of the couch scratching against the wood floors as it shook, the coffee table next to you slightly trembling from the tremors as Joon fucked you like he paid for it. It was barely in your realm of consiousness, though, for how fast Joon's fingers were moving against your clit.

"I can feel how tightly your squeezing, baby. You're close, aren't you?" You whimpered a small 'yes' followed by a nod of your head. He chuckled at your response, "My desperate baby. Should I let you come now? Do you think you deserve it?"

You moaned out and bobbed your head quickly, trying to push up against him as you felt your orgasm nearing. He buried his face in your neck, tugging at your earlobe before growling, "Cum for me, yn."

"Fuck—Joon!" The tension in your center broke as your climax washed over you, coating his cock in your arousal. He thrust into your cunt, squelching sounds loud with the new slick you provided, mixing with your moans of pleasure as he let you ride out your high. "Good girl, yn. Cream my cock just like that," he praised, and you revelled in it, giving him everything you had.

Once you had come down from your high, he pulled out and lied back on the other end of the couch. "Cmere, baby." He beckoned. You crawled over on top of him and he pecked your lips before rearranging you both, sitting you on his face as you were now confronted with his engorged cock. You didn't hesitate to put your mouth on it immediately, trying to take in as much as you could at once. You were a bit too ambitious, choking on his huge length, before going back in at a more steady pace, using your hand to pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He was at work behind you, licking you clean of your arousal, tongue lapping at your folds, trying to taste every last drop.

You took him deeper and deeper with every bob of your mouth. It wasn't long before he was groaning behind you, muttering curses under his breath while stroking your ass cheeks. "Keep doing that thing with your tongue, baby. I'm almost there," he grunted. You were spurred on by his words, now warmed up enough to try to take him all the way. You pushed your head down as far as you could, nose centimeters from his base. Namjoon let out a loud Fuck as he jolted his hips upwards, hitting the back of your throat roughly. Tears welled up in your eyes but you kept your mouth on his cock, letting him fuck up into you. He was spilling his seed inside your mouth with a moan of your name. It leaked out of your mouth, and you were taking shorter breaths, but you worked him through his orgasm like a good girl. He praised you after, stroking your gently as you pulled your mouth off his cock.

He moved you around to lay your head on top of his chest, your breaths in sync. You found his namtiddies incredibly cushioning, reaching up to squeeze one with your free hand. He chuckled at your action, kissing your forehead.

"You gave Ariana a run for her money," you mumbled against his chest. He eyes crinkled with his proud smile, pride welling up in his chest. You were a testament to your statement yourself, completely tuckered out from him fucking you, eyes heavy as your muscles finally relaxed.

"But we didn't go all night baby," he teased, strong arm pulling the throw off the back of the couch and settling it over you.

"Mm, next time." You promised, drifting off to sleep. Namjoon let out a small laugh at your determination, knowing next time, you'd have to pump yourself full of coffee before you'd have energy to stay up all night long. He was looking forward to it, though. And, yeah, you were right. He did listen to 34 + 35 purely because he would think of you, and it motivated him to get bulk up so he could fuck you whichever way you wanted it. And what about it?

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Thunder & Lightning | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: fluff, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: it's very very soft, Namjoon has platinum hair, I feel like that's a valid warning

Word Count: 500 on the dot again

Disclaimers: None, other than I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: A sudden thunderstorm and a surprise offer make for an electrifying Saturday.

Prompts: fluff #1 “you look better in my clothes than i do.” & #50 “this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

A/N: Last one! This is for another anon. Sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy this ridiculously fluffy fic. 💜

Thanks to everyone who sent in a request - I had so much fun with these. And a huge THANK YOU to everyone who has ever read, liked, reblogged, commented, sent me messages about my stories - y'all are truly the best. 💜💜💜💜💜

Unbeta'd as usual. Let me know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Thunder rumbles as your boyfriend unlocks his apartment door. You enter behind him, dripping muddy water all over his kitchen tiles. “Ah, sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it,” he calls over his shoulder as he wanders down the hall to his bedroom. “Let me grab you something clean.”

The two of you had been enjoying an invigorating Saturday morning run when a freak thunderstorm suddenly cut things short. Your mad scramble to return to his place before you got struck by lightning took a bad turn when you tripped and slid down a small hill, landing in a nasty mud puddle at the bottom.

Namjoon hands you some clothing before he wraps you up in a big fluffy towel, hugging you, pretending to squeeze all the water out while you giggle. You change in the kitchen, not wanting to track filth everywhere. When he returns from throwing your dirty clothes in the washer, he chuckles softly.

“You look better in my clothes than I do.”

You glance down at yourself. His t-shirt and shorts aren’t quite your style. They fit well enough, but they look much better on his large, muscular frame.

You snort. “Hardly. But… maybe I should keep some spare clothes here? For the future?” you add hesitantly. Although you’ve known each other for years, you’ve only been dating for three months and haven’t had any serious discussions about your relationship yet. Don’t want to jump the gun. “Just in case.”

He rifles through the fridge, handing you a coffee milk. “Or maybe you should just move in.”

“What?” And here you were afraid of getting ahead of yourself.

“I’m just saying. You could keep some clothes here, or you could keep all your stuff here.” He grins. “You practically live with me anyway. When’s the last time you slept in your own bed?”

“Uh…” He’s being a little hyperbolic - you don’t stay over every night. True, it has been a few days. And shuffling back and forth to your apartment to grab things is annoying. But still. Blinking rapidly, you shake your head. “Okay, you’re still on your runner’s high. Euphoria makes people say funny things.”

Namjoon laughs, looping his strong arms around your waist. “It’s not a runner’s high! This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you. Why wait?” His nose nuzzles yours. “I love you. Move in with me.”

This isn’t how you’d imagined your Saturday would go. This is far beyond any of your expectations - or your dreams, honestly. You feel electrified.

Cupping his squishy cheeks in your hands, you practically shout, “I love you too!”

He dips his mouth against yours, and you can’t contain the joyful giggles that bubble up. Neither can he. Your laughter mixes together in a jubilant harmony. “So you’re moving in?”

“I’m moving in,” you confirm, brushing a lock of his platinum hair from his face. He kisses you again, and the storm booming outside is a dull roar compared to the thundering of your heart.

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ONE. HALO

WARNINGS. oral (f receiving), yoongi gets lost in his head, softness <3, cryptocurrency 😑

WORDS. 720

There’s a funny feeling in his chest. It’s tight, it’s warm, it’s almost uncomfortable. But it’s familiar. It’s been this way since the night you told him that you thought of him before you fell asleep. God, what was he? A teenager? Why did that make him smile? It did, anyway. You mentioned it off-handedly, just as you were about to doze off into slumber with your fanatical dreams that leave him concerned for your wellbeing. But much to your obliviousness, Yoongi couldn’t sleep that night.

You thought of him. He thought of you. It felt nice. To know that there was someone out there that could potentially relate to the waves of emotions that he feels whenever your face pops up in the back of his mind; all pretty and perfect. Objectively, he knew that no one was perfect. But you were his—so he’s allowed to think that.

You look different. Good different. Yoongi isn’t religious, but he thinks angels exist. Why would he not? Especially when you’re wrapped in his arms, cheeks squished against his chest while you mutter your live commentary on the film you were watching. Something about cryptocurrency and Tesla—you and your nerdy ways insisted on it. Yoongi’s barely picking up on anything the narrator says because you’re so soft. So pretty.

So his.

“Let me eat you out,” he briefly catches what the narrator says—something about blockchains and mining; and that’s probably why your head shoots up with a scandalised expression.

“Were you not paying attention?” You whine, clutching at his shirt in annoyance. Yoongi’s brain has far surpassed the likes of documentaries and cryptocurrency. It was all you.

“Mm,” he hums noncommittally, already halfway there when he manhandles you out of his arms so that you’re pressed underneath him, flustered and squirming when he presses the first kiss to your jaw. You smell so nice.

“I want to watch,” you demand petulantly, trying your best to shove him off you. But Yoongi knows your attempt is half-hearted at best when you tilt your head upwards to give him more access to the delicious expanse of your neck.

“Then watch,” he retorts, “Let me do my thing.”

He doesn’t see it, but he knows you’re rolling your eyes. It’s a common occurrence, especially when he ventures off into his own horny dreamland while you rave about your geeky stuff. You tend to dive into new interests and hobbies every week, so Yoongi knows the obsession with the volatility of Bitcoin would fade out.

All he hears is your huffs when he drags his mouth across your cheek, your nose, your temple—which makes you giggle—and finally your lips. A place he comfortably calls home. The tight feeling is back, when you giggle into his kiss, pushing his head away and towards where he promised to return to.

“Hurry. It’s getting interesting.”

Yoongi ignores you and settles between your legs. Your meaty thighs surround him, your heady smell envelopes his senses and he’s ready. Always has been—for you.

He licks and sucks your clit like he’s starved, messy in the way you like. He’s unabashed when he spreads your legs apart, never relenting when they quiver around his head as he eats your pussy with reckless determination. Your breathless whines and sobs are enough for him to dive deeper—further—exploring the succulent fruit he’s grown addicted to.

You tug at his hair, rough and uncoordinated. The documentary is long forgotten. Your hips buck and Yoongi wrestles his tongue with your folds. He feels his cock twitch, but it’s mostly to do with how pretty you are. Red cheeks and sweaty forehead—he could do this all day.

You cum loudly with gasps for air, your body falling limp in his arms while you stare at the ceiling. Yoongi crawls up, chin and cheeks stained with your cum and a dopey grin on his face. He leans in to kiss you just because he wants to. You don’t push him away. Instead, you tug him closer, allowing his head to rest on your boobs while he sighs in contentment.

“Thank you,” you say, mindlessly twirling your fingers around the strands of his hair.

He looks up to press a kiss to your chest.

Was the halo always there?

THREE. GREEN-EYED MONSTER

WARNINGS. the big A (angst) but it's still soft, insecurity, smut, oral (f receiving), cum-eating lol, the L-word <3

WORDS. 1, 698

“This is Kieun.”

The first thing you think of is: pretty. Not even just that, but so fucking pretty. Was she a model? You bet she was. There was no way someone that looked like that wouldn’t capitalise on her luck in the birth lottery.

The second thing, though, comes after Yoongi’s voice scratches as she stops by your table. You don’t think too much of it. The restaurant you were at was popular enough that it isn’t off the table to bump into someone familiar. But Kieun wasn’t familiar to you. Not Yoongi.

“You must be his girlfriend,” she smiles kindly, bowing her head ever so slightly.

You flush. No matter how many times you’ve introduced yourself as Yoongi’s girlfriend, or were introduced as Yoongi’s girlfriend—the label never fails to make your stomach flutter.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you return softly before you peer over to look at Yoongi. His face is blank, and you can tell he’s restless with the way his knees shake. You frown to yourself but place a gentle hand over his knee, squeezing his thigh as you catch his attention.

He looks over at you, and you shoot him a reassuring smile. He returns one, though it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Are you free for coffee?” She asks.

You don’t wait for Yoongi’s response and nod.

The second thing is; Kieun isn’t just pretty. Or outstandingly smart. Or nice.

She’s Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend.

You find out halfway through a scone, as she so casually mentions it as passing when she speaks of her old life here before she moved to the states. You recover quickly enough, and to your suspicion, Yoongi avoids your gaze.

She speaks vividly and with passion twinkling behind her eyes. Her stories of the life she’s built for herself is admirable, and you think she looks so cool when she narrates her encounters with bigots and how she put them in their place.

But your mind travels elsewhere. It starts asking the hard questions, ones that you don’t know if you’re ready to hear the answer to. According to her, they’ve been together for over a year. Apparently, they were really in love. You don’t have the guts to ask her why she was telling you this—the current girlfriend.

You wonder why Yoongi hadn’t told you either.

When times up, she bids Yoongi farewell with a tight hug that lingers much longer than you’d anticipated it to be. If you were any less observant, you’d probably not notice the way it held unresolved emotions. You look away when he returns it.

The ride to Yoongi’s apartment is quiet. You have half the mind to ask him to drop you home, but you’d have to speak, and you weren’t sure if your voice wouldn’t shake. So, you remain silent and mull over your thoughts. You notice, though, the looks he sends you every once in a while as the car stops at a red light. You just don’t look back.

You’re slipping off your jacket when he breaks the tense silence.

“Are you okay?”

You nod your head. You had no reason to not be okay. Kieun was a part of his life way before he knew who you were. But your throat still clamps up.

As you’re about to mumble an excuse to head to the bathroom, you feel his large palms press against your waist to spin you around to face him. His expression is torn and apologetic, and he sees your unsureness.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“Why are you apologising?” You shake your head, leaning your head into his chest.

He releases a sigh of relief when he feels you relax into his hold.

“Kieun,” is his simple response. You ignore the way your heart pangs again.

“Don’t be silly,” you huff, “You don’t need to tell me anything.”

He frowns at the way you brush it off, opting to shrug his arms off you as you turn your back to him. You suck in your breath, frustrated at the way tears pool at your waterline. Why were you crying? He didn’t owe you an explanation. You were fresh, a relatively new person in his life.

But you were scared. You were terrified if you were the only one that felt this way. The overwhelming urge to keep him close, to always want to see him, to feel his touch. Everything. You thought—what if you were just … a rebound?

“Look at me,” he begs, voice soft. You stay still because a damned tear escape. You didn’t want him to see you that way.

When you don’t respond, he tugs you by your arm into his chest. He spots the tears even when you duck your head. He doesn’t point it out and you’re thankful. All he does is tilt your chin up, looks at you with earnest eyes that have your heart melting—and kisses you.

He kisses you with a purpose, to map out each crease on your lips with a story to tell you. What started out as an apology traced with his tongue begins to escalate into a fire that erupts in the heat of the moment. Your teeth clash against one another, especially when he navigates your bodies into his bedroom.

When he lays you down and stares down at your body with hungry eyes, you don’t shy away, even if your eyes are red and lips are puffy and you feel your heart clench at every thought of Kieun that lingers.

And as if Yoongi senses this, he makes you forget. He takes you so ardently and desperately, fucking into you with every fibre of his being. His hips slap against your thighs while he holds your knees to your chest and all you can do is moan in pleasure. It’s delirious; the way he gets you so close so quickly.

When he leans close, his necklace dangles in front of your face with a purpose. His eyes force you to look at him even if they threaten to roll back.

“You see this?” He grunts, “This. This is yours.”

He’s referring to your gift. The one he never took off the moment you bashfully dropped it in his palm one day.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whimper, arms wrapped around his shoulders while he grinds his pelvis into your clit. He reaches a hand to grab your cheeks to force you to look at him again when your eyes flutter shut.

“I’m yours,” he tells you, “You’re the only one for me.”

You gasp when he angles his hips upwards to fuck you harder.

“Mine?” You whimper pathetically, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“Yours,” he growls, “Don’t wanna be anyone else’s.”

His words are purposeful when he leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You’re breathing heavily into his mouth, desperately keeping him close until your chests are pressed together. You’re still sobbing in pleasure and in the remnants of your rumination, but Yoongi is there to make you forget.

“Love you,” you gasp, “I-I love you so much.” You cry.

Yoongi’s hips stutter in response but he pushes through—fucking you harder as you feel the squelches of your pussy get louder in response. You’re both so close, so near the edge. So when he intertwine your fingers with his and fucks you impossibly deeper, you’re tipped over.

You cum with a cry of his name, his breath locked into your neck while he sucks and bites on your skin. He cums as well, shooting spurts of his hot love into your cunt as you whimper in pleasure.

But Yoongi doesn’t stop there. He pushes your legs apart and dips his head between your thighs as he flicks his tongue vigorously over your clit.

“T-Too m-much,” you clamp his head between your thighs as your back arches, “Yoongi!”

He doesn’t listen to you. Instead, he growls and pushes his head deeper, determined to get you off again even if your body falls slack in his hold.

“O-Oh, oh,” you squeal when he sucks hard, flattening his tongue across your clit as your thighs shake.

“Don’t deserve you,” he growls into your pussy.

Your head shakes, clutching at his hair, “N-No,” the tears are freely falling at this point. Your chest is heaving while he looks up with his onyx eyes.

“Best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmurs.

Your heart soars, tugging pathetically in your chest as you whine. Your pussy quivers uncontrollably as you gasp, feeling the coil come so close to snapping.

You cum again, wet and splotchy as it paints his face and chest with your essence. You’re absolutely breathless, and your tears still wet your face. Your post-orgasm clarity makes you cower in embarrassment at the vulnerability that you displayed. You cover your face, but Yoongi tugs your hands away and forces you to look at him for the third time that evening.

“Do you mean it?” He asks softly.

You blush, eyes darting away as he nudges your cheek with his nose.

“Baby, look at me,” he pleads, “Please.”

You look up, and you see his face.

You don’t see someone who’d toss you aside or someone who’d regard your heart as nothing. You see Yoongi. The person who has entered your life unexpectedly and changed it into a plethora of vibrant colours. He’s in front of you, and that’s all that matters.

“I do,” you whisper, “I really do.”

Yoongi smiles. The small grin that gradually appears on his features, sweat accompanying his breathless expression. You see his gums, the crinkle by his eyes—and you feel so whole.

“I love you,” he says, “You.”

You whine, covering your face even if you’re trying to manage your smile. Yoongi laughs, homey and earnest as he wraps his arms around you. You’re both sweaty and satiated, the cum between your thighs begins to get uncomfortable, but Yoongi’s pressing kisses to your face that you don’t care. You forget about her. Because you aren’t her. You’ll never be her.

Because you know that Yoongi loves you.

new parent syndrome

— kim namjoon x (f) reader

SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.) WARNINGS dilf!joon, dreamy husband joon, loving parents au, jimin is also a dad, bathtub sexy times, exhibitionism 😳 kinda sorta, tiny praise kink, joon calls her wifey TT, fingering, cunninglingus, doggy style, it’s kinda cheesy n romantic /.\, unprotected sex, …. impreg kink RATINGS m (18+) WC 9.5k 

NOTES writing parent fics is harder than i thought :/ i had this idea last week n was like yes, lets write this fic that absolutely no one asked for… except me! <3 so here we are, fantasizing about dreamy dad joon…. as always i have to thank rumu ( @kigurumu​ ) who is kind enough to edit these n b like that don’t make no sense -_- anyway lemme know what u think !! enjoy !!

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4-7-8; series masterlist

pairing: jungkook x reader

glimpse: you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.

alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

warnings: semi-heavy angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), emotional constipation, no cheating happens here btw (neither physical nor emotional), self-loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex, intense yearning + specified tags in each installment!

notes: thank you so much for all the love for 478 ♡ i rlly love reading all your feedback and thoughts!! send them in here :)

cross-posted on ao3.

— PHASE ONE CHAPTERS

01: part one 

02: intermission

03: part two

04: intermission 02

05: part three; finale

phase one drabbles:

the first meeting

the wedding band habit

miso meets yoongi

the hickeys

the jealousy

tiny bowls for tiny babies

the one with the doubt

maybe physical affection isn’t so bad

the everyday risk

the groveling

the anniversary (derogatory)

phase two drabbles:

the baby blue couch sex

the babymaking

jungkook’s birthday

couvade syndrome

the argument

jk fights with miso (real)

the comeback of slideshows

the false alarm

the nesting period

hwayoung_debut

yoongi’s visit

hwayoung’s first 100 days

jungkook and hwayoung’s bad day

Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) || Series Masterlist

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Word count: 42k

Rating: M, 18+

Warnings: 8-year age gap, professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), lots of family drama, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, therapy, sexual content, flashbacks + more specific warnings per chapter

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, Heaven+

A/N: Ummm so I don't ever do series but....I can't help it this time :) big thing– jk is not a complete butt. This is not a "jk finally coming around after treating oc like garbage for wanting a kid". It's more of a we'll figure it out together kind thing, though there will be bumps in the road. Pls enjoy and lmk what you think 🥰 

Chapters

༓ ch. I – "This eternal night with no end in sight" (4.1k)

༓ ch. II – "Just hold me silently like you did that day, that time" (5k)

༓ ch. III – “I could make it better” (3.3k)

༓ ch. IV – “I could hold you tighter” (4.1k)

༓ ch. V – “I can make it right” (3.3k)

༓ ch. VI – “Its you who gifted me the morning” (6.1k)

༓ ch. VII – “Can I now hold that hand?” (6.6k)

༓ ch. VIII – “Oh you're the light” (8.6k)

⤷ three month check-in

༓ epilogue

Drabbles

↪ Surprising each other with gifts on the same day (requested)

↪ Jungkook proposing after two years of dating (requested)

↪ Happy Birthday, My Love - recreating Love 911 kiss scene (requested)

note: if you would like to request a drabble lmk ☺💗

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

bitchin’ rides: the sequel | jjk

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader

genre: racer!au, smut, angst (kinda), jealousy, fluff

warnings: another wild ride (lol get it?), racing, dangerous driving, street racing, jealous, sex, angry sex, choking, face slapping, blood choking (he’s like really jealous lol), unprotected sex (stay safe), creampies (yes multiple), cockwarming, creaming, cum eating (sigh), cum play (lol), cum drinking (yes, again), spanking, hair pulling, oral (remale and male receiving), bondage, overstimulation, forced/multiple orgasms, dirty talk. 

summary: you and Jungkook have known each other for 8 months, and have been dating for 6 1/2 months. he’s still racing and you’re still in college, close to earning your associate’s degree. problems arise, however, when his racer buddies show up at your front door; his jealousy.

Turning over and yawning, you wince slightly at the annoying alarm going off on your boyfriend’s cellphone, causing you to groan, pressing snooze. Noticing Jungkook is still sound asleep, you untangle his arm from around your waist, rolling out of the bed, yawning and then stretching. Slipping into his, quite large, white t-shirt, you head downstairs to cook breakfast for the both of you. 

Flipping the pancake in the pan, you exhale as you feel a pair of cool hands lift up your (his) shirt and begin to leave a trail of goosebumps as they travel up your thighs and to your hips, exposing your upper thighs and lower belly. You feel his lips press against the quickly heating skin of your neck. He begins sucking over a bruise he placed there last night, darkening it. You begin to feel yourself getting slick, your panties sticking to your center uncomfortably. You whine when he squeezes your hips. “Jungkook, what about breakfast”, you huff out. He presses his erection into your ass, smirking against your skin, “I want you for breakfast, baby”.

He flips you around turning the stove off and lifting you onto the counter. Dropping the spatula, you open your legs and he steps between them, placing kisses against your temple. Wrapping your bare thighs around his waist, you kiss up his jawline, sucking your own version of dark marks into his unblemished skin. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips at the whimper that graces his skin, forced out of your mouth at his unexpected fingers plucking at your nipples. “You’re so beautiful”, he murmurs, twisting your hardened buds in his gentle yet firm grip. You whine, enjoying how easily he can draw this submissive side out of you. You just loved how he could get you there so quickly.

A knock at the front door causes him to halt, your eyes fluttering open in confusion; you didn’t hear a thing. Of course, until a deep male voice called out, “Jeon”, and your boyfriend let out a slightly irritated sigh, lifting his head from the crevice in your neck. His jaw ticks as he finally catches your gaze, “Go get dressed”, and to avoid your upcoming protests, he places four quick pecks to your lips. He attempts to pull away, but you whine, tightening your thighs around his waist, “Daddy”, and he sighs, already beginning to feel his cock stiffening, “Baby, please don’t do this right now”, and they knock again. You stare, pouting for a moment, before ultimately releasing his waist. He flashes his bunny teeth at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, cheonsa”, he whispers against your skin before rushing off to answer the door, and as he does, you hop off the counter and head upstairs to get dressed in something a bit more appropriate.

Changing in the bedroom, you hear your front door open and soft voices from behind the closed door. Doing the basics, you hurry to finish getting dressed before you’re exiting the shared bedroom and out to the living room, six different men standing around and Jungkook in the middle. 

You stand in the doorway for a while longer before Jungkook turns his head and sends you a soft smile, motioning you over to come sit on his lap. Doing so, he wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, half interested in what his ‘friends’ are saying. Half of his attention is on you, his lips rubbing against the shell of your ear before he ultimately turns his attention back to the men speaking. 

It seems like you’ve caught the end of the conversation, however, because by the time you actually tune into listening, they seem like they’re waiting for your boyfriend’s response. 

Clearing his throat, Jungkook speaks up, “Well, if they want a race, then we’ll give them one. What’s their bet”, he hums, his hand dropping down to your lower back. They all send each other a look before the leader of the group seems to let out a heavy sigh, sending a glance your way. 

“Well, if you lose, they want Y/n..”, he mutters, trying to gauge how violent Jungkook’s reaction would be. Surprisingly, he stays silent, but what gives him away is the grip at your lower waist, tightening and making you shift in his lap. “You don’t have to take up the bet, of course, but Jungkook you’re our best racer and we need this territory. You’ve never lost a race, this time wouldn’t be any different, just what’s at stake.”

The guy has a point and instead of being afraid, you turn to Jungkook and grab his arm, squeezing it before kissing the bridge of his nose and he looks at you. “They have a point”, you start, your voice soothing the fire in his eyes, “We both know you wouldn’t lose me. Just do it”, and his eyes widen. He looks at you for a few seconds before nodding, his eyes darting back to his friends.

“Fine, when’s the race?”

“Tonight.”

Pulling up to the starting line, you rest your hand on Jungkook’s thigh, feeling the way his muscles tense in anxiety. Tracing a pattern on his jeans, you look up at him and find his eyes staring straight at you, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “You don’t need to do this”, he murmurs under his breath, his hand dropping to squeeze yours.

“I know, but I want to. I believe in you, baby”, you whisper, leaning across the arm rest to kiss his lips, “You won’t let them win”, you murmur against his plush skin. Jungkook kisses you back with fervor, his hand coming to cup the back of your neck possessively. 

Climbing out of the car, you watch as Jungkook makes his way over to his crew, waving at them while he leaves you resting against the hood of his car. Your eyes follow him before your friend Natasha steps into view, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. “Y/n! I’ve missed you”, she mumbles into your shoulder, rubbing your back before pulling away and smiling at you. 

“Hey Natts, what’re you doing here”, you ask her, scooting over to make room against the car. She leans back with you and eyes her own lover, Taehyung. “Came to support Tae, you know we’ve been dating now”, she chuckles. You laugh, rolling your eyes, “No shit? Really”, you sarcastically remark before giggling along with your friend. 

Suddenly, though, Nat stops laughing before arching her eyebrow. “What the fuck is she doing”, she mutters, nodding her head towards the guys. Looking over, you catch Jungkook’s ex girlfriend Carly, her hands wrapped around her bicep as she laughs at something that no one else found funny. Jungkook seems uneasy but nevertheless, laughs along with her. 

A fire of jealousy burns in your belly as you push off from the car, making your way around dancing bodies until you’re standing behind Carly. Clearing your throat, she turns around and immediately stops grinning. Jungkook does the same, shrugging her hands off and fixing his eyes on your face, trying to figure out your reaction. You do nothing but step around her and tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side, his hand coming to securely wrap around your waist. 

“Hey there, Carrie”, you mutter, purposely fucking up her name, “How’ve you been?”. She rolls her eyes before crossing her arms, “It’s Carly-”, you cut her off. “I don’t fucking care. Keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll break them off”, you hiss, and Jungkook whips his head down to look at you, his eyes widened slightly. 

She huffs before stomping off, her flimsy skirt swaying behind her. Jungkook turns to you before biting his lip, “Someone’s a bit jealous, aren’t they”, he chuckles, pulling you closer by your hips. You chuckle before twisting out his grip, “Yeah, whatever”, and sulk back over to your bestfriend. Jungkook watches with a smirk on his face, shaking his head before turning to finish going over the plan with his crew. 

Once you’re in front of your bestfriend, you’re about to inform her about what happened but someone’s hands wrap around your waist instead, and you have the split thought it’s your boyfriend. But a different voice proves you wrong.

Jungkook should’ve been paying more attention to you, especially considering how you were dressed. That thought hits him when his eyes find you struggling to get one of his racing opponents off you.

What the fuck?

You don’t know what you expected Jungkook to do once he saw the guy harassing you, but you knew it probably wasn’t going to be gentle. What you didn’t expect was for Jungkook to snatch him off you and deliver a firm punch to the guy’s mouth. He swears at the undoubtedly hard hit, blood pooling in his mouth as he speaks, “What the fuck was that for, Jeon”, and Jungkook’s jaw ticks, anger swimming in his eyes. “Keep your hands off my girl”, he all but growls. 

Grabbing your elbow, he pulls you away from the crowd and back towards the starting line. Walking up to the passenger side of his car, he opens the door and nudges you toward it, “Get in the car, Y/n”, and before you reply, he presses his lips to yours hard, his eyes open and staring into your own; there was a burning jealousy in his gaze, mixed with anger, love and adoration all at once. Guilt consumes you and you obediently slide into the seat once he breaks the kiss, the door slamming shut behind you. 

A few minutes later, he’s sitting next to you on the driver’s side, checking his car and testing god knows what without even sparing you a glance. You decide to use the uncomfortable silence as a chance to actually speak up, “Jungkook, I can explain-”, and his head whips to look at you. “Stop talking, Y/n”, and your mouth shuts instantly. “I don’t feel like talking about the fact I can’t trust my girlfriend alone”, he mutters carelessly as if that one sentence didn’t just cause your heart to stutter in your chest. Jungkook could be cruel when he was upset, but it still didn’t stop the gasp that left your lips and his head turned to actually look at you. The obvious hurt on your face and the tears pooling in your eyes caused his mouth to open, but before he could speak, knuckles knock at the driver side window.

Turning your head as tears fall down your cheeks, you listen as your face reflects on the window. “Are you ready”, the referee asks, and Jungkook sighs before nodding, rolling his window back up and starting his engine. He looks over at you and rubs your thigh, sighing quietly before leaning over to kiss your cheek; an apology. “Baby, put your seat belt on.”

A few minutes pass and the referee is counting down. Nervousness pools in your gut, but you notice Jungkook is calm so you try to relax and give off good vibes to keep the atmosphere steady. The last thing you need is for Jungkook to lose because of your nerves. Nodding at the ref, Jungkook revs his engine and the opponent revs back. You watch the racers standing at the edges to cheer for your boyfriend. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as the referee drops the flag and Jungkook’s foot slams down on the gas pedal, the car racing forward. 

Jungkook’s knuckles turn white with the strength of his grip on the steering wheel, his other hand shifting to grip the gear stick. Coming up on a turn, Jungkook doesn’t hit the corner fast enough, his opponent jumping the curb and snatching that small width of space and pulling ahead. You hear your boyfriend swear, his jaw tight with irritation at the action. You grab his hand on the gear stick, squeezing it reassuringly. His head snaps to you, forgetting you were there, and then his gaze drops to your hand and back to the road. He needed more.

In a short burst of courage, you let his hand go and scoff, “Cmon Kook, are you really about to let this fucker win”, you ask rhetorically, “Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe he’ll actually please me”, you snap, wanting to give life to the possessiveness living inside him. Lucky for you both, it works, the idea of losing you getting under his skin. Just as the finish line is approaching, Jungkook turns on his nitro boost and his car jets past the other, crossing the finish line first. 

He yanks the steering wheel, halting the car and getting out, the opponent pulling past and stopping as well. Watching, you see Jungkook shake his hand, his eyes still dark. You also watch as his crew member and friend, Jimin, approaches him and asks your boyfriend what time he’s coming to the victory party. But to your surprise,Jungkook shakes his head and heads back towards you and the car. Opening his car door, he slides in next to you, closing the door and pulling out his phone. You watch as he orders something and then slips it back into his pocket, starting the engine and heading in the opposite direction. 

“Kook, why aren’t you going to your victory party-”, but he shushes you, stopping at a red light. He peeks over at you before tilting his head, “I’ll be too busy teaching my girl how to watch her mouth”.

Stopping in front of your apartment complex, Jungkook parks at the curb and tells you to get out as he does the same, locking the doors. Before you can begin walking to the door, Jungkook scoops you up into his arms, throwing your smaller body over his shoulder. You yelp as he delivers a firm spank to your ass, no doubt leaving a mark. Chuckling darkly, he opens your front door and sets you down on your feet, a smirk on his face.

Before you even get the chance to speak, Jungkook’s hand comes up and grasps your throat tightly, cutting off a sliver of oxygen. You don’t fight back, letting him back you up against the door and pressing you to it. His eyes glow with lust and that familiar fire; jealousy. He gives you a sinister smile, squeezing to the point where your mouth drops open in a gasp, drool pooling on your tongue. Jungkook takes the chance to spit into your mouth, gripping your jaw with his other hand and forcing it closed. “Swallow”, he growls. You do. 

Your eyes close when he begins to lean forward, instead of pressing a kiss to your lips, he sucks your bottom flesh between his teeth, gnawing at the soft, plush lip and enjoying the whimper that creeps up your throat. He swallows it down, his hand tightening around your throat more. Your eyes begin to roll and you stomp your foot, the lack of oxygen causing your head to swim in arousal and adrenaline. 

He latches his lips over yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth, stepping forward to press his body against yours. In a fit of brattiness, you playfully nip at his tongue causing him to grunt in irritation. He pulls away, slapping your cheek slightly and you let out a whine. To shut you up, Jungkook drops his hands from your figure, instead reaching down to remove his belt. You know what’s coming next, instinctively holding out your wrists. 

The corners of his mouth lift up into an approving grin, beginning to wrap the belt around your wrists, effectively tying you up. Looking into his eyes, you see that gentleness fade, his gaze now holding the darkness it did before. 

Excited, he pushes you down by your shoulder to your knees, looking down at you expectantly. Without breaking eye contact, he continues to unbuckle his jeans, pulling them down his thighs and his dark boxers following. You notice he’s wearing the boxers you bought him, and your heart flutters at the small thought of it. He sees the smile spreading in your eyes and chuckles, that dominant side faltering slightly as his hand drops to your cheek, stroking the heated skin.

Just as quickly as it appeared, you cause it to wither, “Now show me how to watch my mouth, Sir”, and that dark look is back, a snarl gracing his lips. “I plan to, now open up, slut”.

Obediently opening your mouth, your gaze drops to his awaiting cock, the sight causing a breath to stutter in your lungs before you inhale sharply. You could never get over his size; the sheer length and thickness of him caused your mouth to water. Sticking your tongue out, Jungkook watched as drool dripped off the tip of it. He grips the heavy weight of his cock, rubbing his tip against your tongue, the salty precum causing your saliva glands to produce more at the tangy taste.

Deciding to bypass all the bullshit, you envelope his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his slit. The action gives you the exact reaction you want. He moans loudly, his head tossing back, “Fuck, darling”, it comes out as a broken whine which soaks your panties further. Jungkook loses his patience, pushing his hips forward and causing you to gag. He grabs your head, thrusting shallowly into the back of your throat, hitting it and causing tears to fall down your cheeks and onto his fingers. 

Jungkook’s head is tossed back when you look up at him through your eyelashes, his throat bobbing in pleasure. He swears, the next time he thrusts his hips, you lift your head and instead of him hitting the back of your throat, he goes down it. 

You swallow around him and he whines, “Shit, baby, do that again”, he moans, cupping your cheek. You obey, swallowing around his cock and he fists your hair, cumming down your throat. Swallowing gulps of it down, he pulls out of your mouth once you’ve finished, his cock still very much hard. 

He pulls you up, turning you around and walking you toward the dining room table, his lips pressing into the heated skin of your neck, sucking dark marks into the unblemished skin. Your cheeks darken, heating up at the gush of wetness that rushes out of your cunt, your knees trembling when he grips your ass.

Bending you over the dining table, he reaches around the front of your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, leaving your soaked panties to stick to your cunt. He drops down to his knees, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a yelp when you feel his teeth sink into the curve of your ass cheek, your back arching. One hand crawls up and presses into the dip in your spine, holding you to the table.

His lips work their way up to the covered cunt in front of him, panties soaked with wetness. He buries his nose into your cunt, inhaling before kissing your labia, ghosting his lips down over your clit. You stomp your foot, and Jungkook slaps your ass in warning. “Behave”, he growls out, yet you whine in protest.

Listening to your pleas, finally, Jungkook pulls your panties to the side, sticking his tongue out to prod at your leaking entrance. You moan out his name, your forehead dropping against the polished wood of your dining room table. In a new burst of motivation, he latches his soft lips over your flit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Bringing his hand up, his index finger pokes at your entrance, pushing in and settling against your tight, warm walls. The teasing lasts a minute before he takes pity and adds a second finger, pulling them both out until your glistening juices are sticking to his fingertips, a few lines connecting him to you. He only finds this more attractive, a gush of precum dripping out of his tip and running down his length. 

Still eye level with your cunt, he unlaces your shoes, lifting your body with one arm and uses his unoccupied hand to pull them off. Once he’s tossed them to the side, he pulls your bottoms and underwear off, sliding them off and nudging them to the side. 

He stands, still palming your bent over ass, and he aims the fat head of his cock to your quivering hole, the veins in his arms straining against his skin as he eases into you. You whine as you feel the thick head of him stretch you open, the feeling of your quivering wet walls causing him to push forward abruptly. You whimper once he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, your eyes watering as drool pools in your mouth. 

Jungkook holds his bearing, feeling his balls tighten, he sighs when he cums inside of you, his hot cum splashing against your walls. However, he doesn’t pull out, instead he holds himself steady, rearing his hips back before slamming into you again, his balls pressing against your slit and getting drenched along with the rest of him.

Your cries are loud, almost positive that the neighbors can hear you getting your back blown out. He must be thinking the same because he grunts before stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth, his knuckles already glistening with your spit. “Mm I’m sure the neighbors can hear me fucking you brainless, hm”, and you moan, tears staining your cheeks.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so your throat is visible, eyes staring straight into his, “Say my name, bitch, let them know who’s fucking this perfect cunt”, he growls. His thrusts grow more animalistic as your cries echo off the walls. “Jungkook”, you say breathlessly. He slaps your ass, “Louder, baby. I can’t fucking hear you”, he snarls, and his hand drops down to toy at your clit, forcing your eyes back into your skull. “Jungkook!”, you cry, drool leaking down your chin and neck.

Dropping his hand down to wrap around your neck, he pulls you up, your back flush against his bare chest. Bending over to mold himself to you, his teeth grazing your ear as he whispers into your ear, “Gonna cum baby? Hm? Gonna cream on my fat cock”, and the deep growl of his voice causes you to lose it, the hand wrapped around your throat intensifying your orgasm all the more. He follows not too far behind, emptying inside you for the second time, making a mess of the floors once he pulls out. 

After you both clean yourselves and the dining room up, you’re lounging on the couch in your boyfriend’s arms, watching another Marvel movie. After a while, Jungkook turns to you and grabs your hand, locking your gaze. 

“Y/n, do you want to race?”

boxes of clementines | w. herondale

will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kvohru

‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines

Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.

Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.

Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)

And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.

You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.

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It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.

He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.

He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.

It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.

“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.

“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.

The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.

The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.

Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.

You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.

Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.

It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.

“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.

And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.

“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”

You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—

“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.

He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.

“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.

You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?

He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”

“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?

“Just because.”

“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.

“Not the only big thing I can—”

You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”

You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.

“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.

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A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.

why didn’t you tell me?

pairing: minghao x gn!reader genre: (some) angst, fluff, drabble, idol!minghao, established relationship warning(s): none word count: 0.8k

summary: minghao sends you some alarming texts in the middle of the night, and you’re left to speculate the abundance of reasons why he would have sent them.

a/n: inspired by 21:20 of this video with minghao and park myungsoo! the ‘mala story’ segment really fueled my delusions omg

xu baobei ♡ [21:23]: We need to talk.

xu baobei ♡ [21:24]: Call me when you see this.

Those two text messages glare at you every time you pick up your phone, waves of dread coursing through your body as you start speculating the reason as to why your boyfriend had sent the texts so out of the blue.

Is he angry at you? For what reason? Is he going to break up with you? For what reason? You don’t think you’ve done anything to upset him lately, so what could be the issue?

Countless thoughts are flooding your mind as you pace around the living room of your apartment, debating whether to call him or not. If he really wanted to break up with you, wouldn’t you be sending yourself to death’s door by calling him?

Sighing, you bite your lip and decide to text him instead.

you [22:12]: talk about what?

Almost immediately, your ringtone blares through the speakers of your phone, and you nearly drop the phone in shock. Sure enough, the caller ID reads your boyfriend’s contact name, and you sigh in dread, taking a seat on the couch and mentally preparing yourself for what’s about to come.

“Hello?” you say as soon as you pick up, your heart rate picking up.

“y/n,” Minghao replies, his voice stern yet soft, like he can’t bring himself to be fully angry at you.

There’s silence for a short while, and you feel like you’re going to explode any second.

“Are you…” you break the silence, nearly trembling, “are you breaking up with me?”

On the other end of the line, you hear something drop. “What? No, y/n, I’m not breaking up with you. What made you think that way?”

“You- you sounded really scary in your texts,” you mumble, internally relieved that your boyfriend isn’t planning on breaking up with you.

“Text messages don’t carry tone in them, silly,” Minghao chuckles.

“I heard you went to the hospital. From Mingyu,” Minghao pipes up after a moment of silence, and everything clicks in your head.

You had indeed been to the hospital the day before upon suddenly passing out while hanging out with Mingyu’s sister, who’d sent you to the emergency room immediately out of fear that something serious had happened to you. Thankfully, the reason why you’d passed out had been due to fatigue, and you subsequently begged her not to tell anyone about it, despite her objections.

You’re guessing that she had told Mingyu about it, which you don’t blame her for, and that’s how you’ve ended up in this situation now.

“I did,” you reply simply, looking down at your feet.

“Are you feeling better now? What happened?” Minghao asks immediately after your reply.

“I’m okay now, it wasn’t serious,” you assure your boyfriend, “The doctor said it was due to fatigue.”

“Are you not eating and sleeping well?” Minghao replies with yet another question, worry laced in his voice. “Should I move back in?”

You start to panic a little at the idea of Minghao coming back to live in your shared home, seeing as to how he had moved to the dorm temporarily to prepare for their upcoming comeback, quickly refuting, “It’s okay, Hao, I’m okay! I think I just skipped a few meals because of work, I’ll make sure to have my meals regularly!”

Minghao pauses, then hums in response, seemingly not satisfied with your answer.

“Why… didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there,” Minghao’s voice becomes softer, and you sense a bit of hurt in his tone, breaking your heart a little.

“I— I didn’t want to worry you, Hao,” you began, eyes downturned, “You have a concert and a comeback coming up that’s more important.”

“Nothing’s more important than you, y/n.” Minghao replies without missing a beat, catching you by surprise. “I’m your boyfriend, y/n, you can talk to me if anything happens. What if- what if something serious had happened, and I wasn’t there?”

Minghao’s vulnerable tone breaks your heart, and you frown at his words. Throughout your relationship, such a situation had never happened before, and thinking in his perspective, you completely understand why he’s upset, making you all the more upset at your actions.

“I know, Hao, I- I would want you to let me know if anything happened to you, too. I’m really sorry.” you apologise, wishing he were physically beside you so you could hug him.

Minghao sighs, clearly not wanting to escalate the issue for no reason. “It’s okay, darling, just let me know in the future, hm? I love you.”

“I will, Hao. I love you too,” you reply like it’s second nature, because it is.

A comfortable silence ensues for a while, the two of you at ease knowing that your hearts beat for each other despite the physical distance.

“Also, I’m moving back in. Comeback preparations are more or less done, anyway, and I believe making sure a certain someone eats regularly is much more important,” Minghao jests, and you hear some rustling in the background. “I’m on the way.”

You chuckle. You really don’t know what you did to deserve this man, but you know you won’t be letting him go anytime soon.

a/n 2: i’ve come to a realisation that i’m an absolute horror at writing endings LOL

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and what if subby!taehyung having tears in his eyes because you refused to kiss him (both of you played a game where you’ll kiss him but he’s not allowed to kiss back and if he kisses you back, he’ll lose and won’t be allowed to kiss you for 2 weeks and ofc, he refused but you used your puppy eyes to him so he can’t say no to that BUTTT yeah when you two started the game, he immediately lose bcs on how you’re kissing him so lovingly so he pouts bcs he wasn’t allowed to kiss you and pouted in his sleep so that night, you woke him up and you let him eat you out sleepily) anyways #subbytaehyungontop

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⋆౨ৎ WAKE UP - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: two weeks without you was far too long, only one way to start to make up for lost time…

notes: thanks for the request!! just a quick disclaimer that i wont do it exactly as it was written, but i’ll be taking inspiration from it!

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut

pairing: taehyung x f!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW!, sub!taehyung, needy taehyung, whiny taehyung, established relationship, both taehyung and reader are touch deprived, sloppy mushy i miss you sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breast play, lowkey sloppy head.., taehyung gives toe curling head, praising (like one sentence), post cotial sleeping, not proof read

it was no one’s fault really. but still, it was dreadful.

it had been two weeks now. two weeks you had been busy. two weeks that he hadn’t been able to see you durning the day. two weeks he hadn’t eaten dinner with you. two weeks with one or two short kisses a day if he was lucky. two weeks he had fallen asleep without you. two weeks no sex.

two weeks, and no time together.

and when he had seen you and tried to initiate anything, you were too tired after a long day and you went to sleep almost immediately.

the most he had ever seen you in these past two weeks was yesterday, when he had stayed up later than usual to talk to you about what was going on.

he told you with teary eyes that he missed you, feeling reassured when you told you you missed him too, and that this will all be over soon. that you won’t be as busy anymore. you two didn’t talk for long about it. it was clear that you were both too tired for a bigger conversation. but if he was completely honest, the conversation left him disappointed.

he doesn’t know exactly what he expected to come out of it, and he knew you were tired, but he expected more. he wanted more. needed more. he needed to feel you again. but when he had slipped under the covers, you were asleep within minutes, unintentionally leaving him alone and pouting.

today looked the same as every other day. lonely. missing something. missing someone. missing you. and by the time he was in bed, falling asleep, no one was by his side. you weren’t there to talk to him. to kiss him. to touch him. love him. and for him to kiss you. touch you. love you… he missed you so much; you were the only thing on his mind. he just wanted, no, needed you.

little did he know that you felt the exact same. which is why, when you came back home today, you had a plan.

after slipping of your shoes and coat and putting them away, you made your way through the long hallway of your house and into your shared bedroom. he was already fast asleep and you felt your heart break a little at the sight, but you knew all would be okay soon.

you took a shower, took off your makeup, and got changed into comfy pyjamas, all of those things being incredibly relieving after such a long day.

after stepping out of the en suit, you stare at his figure momentarily. he’s buried under the warm covers all by him self. the sight is inviting to say the least. it’s like he’s begging you to join him without even being awake.

finally, you slip under the covers, the warmth and comfort of your bed engulfing you. as you turn to face him, your eyes land on his face. he’s lying with his face smushed into the pillow, hair messy and lips in a pout. cute..

too bad you have to wake him up..

your hand travels to run your fingers through his hair, earning a sleepy groan from him. you smile to yourself at his reaction, before leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. no reaction.

so you try again.

this time you kiss his neck. it’s more purposeful this time, and it pulls a sigh from his lips as he starts to stir. your kisses don’t stop, becoming sloppy and needy.

“tae..” you whisper against his skin, “taehyung..” you repeat, though, it comes out as more of a moan this time as you plead for him to wake up.

he hums in confusion, groggy from sleep and surprised by your actions. but as he starts to wake up and process what’s going on, he realised that he’s woken up to be immediately thrown into your love and affection.

he couldn’t think of a better way to wake up, especially after missing your touch for so long. he says your name with a sleep laced voice and upon realising that he’s awake, you stop your ministrations and look up at him with pleading eyes.

without hesitation, you lean in to press your lips against his. the kiss is lazy and slow, but passionate nonetheless. neither of you needed to use words to express your need for each other when you kissed like this.

“taehyung.. i need you” you whisper against his lips after breaking the kiss for air. your words cause his eyes to widen slightly. he pulls back to cup your face, making you look at him before speaking with a sympathetic look on his face and a sleepy voice,

“but.. aren’t you too tired..?”

your heart broke upon hearing those words. it suddenly hit you how much this had affected him too.

“..i don’t care about that.. i miss you too much..” you tell him in a whisper, and you hear as he breathes a sigh of relief.

he finally has you back.

his lips find yours again in a tired kiss, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, practically begging for more. your tongues dance lazily until you both break apart for air, and he calls your name before speaking through heavy breaths,

“please.. let me touch you..”

with the way he looks up at you with his half lidded, sleep laced gaze, you could tell that he’d do anything to have you right now..

his lips move to your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over, “please..” they then travel down to your collarbone as you feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively throw one leg over to rest on his hip and he continued to leave messy kisses on your skin “please..”

your brain was slightly foggy with sleep, fighting how tired you were. you didn’t want to let him slip from your grasp again. you close your eyes as he moves the both of you so he’s hovering over you and lifts up your shirt to reveal you stomach to him.

he doesn’t hesitate to place both hands on your waist and burry his face in your tummy, continuing with his sleepy pecks. he moans against your skin “please..”

you look down at him as he pleads for you, his hairs a complete mess and his eyebrows are furrowed with desperation for you. his eyes are closed partially because he’s focused on kissing you and partially because he still hasn’t woken up properly.

as his lips travel down, leaving a wet trail of his saliva all over your stomach, causing you to feel butterflies and a familiar tingling feeling deeper in your body. he breaks apart to look up at you with tired eyes and swollen glossy lips.

he looks back down as he hooks his fingers around both your sweatpants and underwear, desperate to have you bare beneath him, and slides the material off to throw it somewhere off the bed.

finally, he’s where he has wanted to be for the past two weeks. situated between your open legs, letting him taste you.

your breath hitches as you feel him place a kiss on your clit, feeling the pleasure course through you body.

you can just barely hear him as he shakily whispers against your sensitive pearl, “thank you..”

he doesn’t hesitate to collect you slick with his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking it with his tongue.

with all the stress on your mind you hadn’t realised how sensitive you had become over the past two weeks of being deprived of his touch. now, it was obvious, with the way you gasped and moaned as he worked his tongue.

he was clearly in need of this too, and that was clear with the way he moaned around your clit, sending vibrations through your body as he did so.

you felt as he wrapped his hands around you thighs, pulling you closer to his working mouth, pulling a moan from you, before his right hand travelled up your shirt to slowly massage your breast.

just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t increase, he brought his left hand to your sopping wet hole, sliding two fingers in and moving them in and out of you.

he reeled in the fact that your body was against his again, which was apparent in the way he kept whining as teased your sensitive clit and buried his fingers in your soaked folds. right now, nothing gave him more pleasure than to pleasure you.

and you knew that. you could feel it with how desperately he flicked his tongue and kissed your skin. with how the pace of his fingers increased. or with the way he focused on multitasking, his hand continuing to massage your breast. and of course with the sounds of his moans filling the room.

but he wasn’t the only one moaning. he knew your body inside and out (literally). he knew what to do and he was insanely good at doing it. as he continued to please you, he pulled moan after moan from your lips. you spilled praises from your lips as he worked on pleasuring you.

“f-fuck tae.. i missed you so much…” you spoke though gasps and moans.

your words clearly had an impact on him as his whines increased and his tongue sped up, this time his actions making you moan.

you were completely soaked; your thighs and his face coated in your slick, and wet sounds filling the room alongside your needy voices.

all he wanted was to make you feel good. right now, he felt like that’s what he was made for. he just wanted to pleasure you and nothing else mattered.

so with his fingers fucking your sopping hole, his tongue flicking your clit, and his hand continuing to massage your breast, you feel the pleasure rise and reach down to rake your fingers through his hair.

finally, your climax hits intensely and your whole body tenses as you moan out his name. upon hearing your say his name with such need and desperation, he continues to lick you sloppily.

he takes you though your release with his fingers still inside you and his tongue around your clit, until you finally come down from your high.

after disconnecting his lips he brings both hands back around your thighs, panting as he catches his breath.

you’re beneath him doing the same, with your chest heaving up and down. you feel as the post cotial sleep starts to mix with the tiredness you already felt before, and your eyes start to feel even heavier.

he feels it too; having woken up not long before and feeling exhausted from what you two just did. he manages to pick his body up and flop down next to you.

you know you’ll fall asleep soon, but you push through and roll over to face him, running your fingers through his messy bed head, before moving your hand to the nape of his neck to lean in and place a soft and sleepy kiss on his lips.

you feel his arms wrap around you as you kiss him, pulling you closer to him. when you pull away, you look into his eyes and whisper the gentle words, “i love you..”

without hesitation, he replies, “i love you too..”

with that you smile before your eyes shut to give you your well deserved rest beside the person who matters to you most. as you fall asleep, you think to yourself how happy you are to be back, and he can’t help but think the same; he’s happy to have you back.

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taehyung x idol!/celeb! reader pleaseee

doesn’t even have to be smut just something FLUFFY

also ur so talented at writing !

⋆౨ৎ HOME AT LAST - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last

notes: thank you so much! i’ve been meaning to write some pure fluff recently and this really helped me come up with something. so sorry that it took a few days, i hope you enjoy nonetheless :) this can be read as a fluffy prologue to drunk in love but can also be read by itself. it wasn’t my intention to make it a prologue but i think it could work as one. also, i feel like i can’t write fluff but whatever. happy valentine’s day!

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: taehyung x idol!reader

warnings/tags: idol!au, established relationship, domestic fluff, movie nights, very sweet and fluffy, reader is HEAD OVER HEELS for taehyung, (and he is for reader 🤭), mention of sex, not proofread…🧍‍♀️

it had been far too long since you and taehyung had seen each other. you were both busy with your comebacks; writing, recording, filming music videos, performing at music shows. not only the preparation took months but so did all the stuff that came after, so with your busy schedules, you hadn’t spent a full day together in weeks. until today.

finally, both your schedules allowed you a few days off from all the chaos, and you couldn’t wait to spend those days with him after only being able to see him at award shows or events.

so you’re at his door. you knock and almost immediately, the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend with the biggest boxy smile on his (beautiful) face, dressed in an old shirt and some sweatpants. he’s been at home for a few hours but you’re coming straight from an interview so you still have your makeup done and you’re not in the most comfortable clothes, so you can’t wait to get changed and spend some time with him.

his smile is contagious, so you can’t help when you match his expression as a warm, fuzzy feeling engulfs you. you can’t wait a second longer, so when he lets you in and closes the door, smile never faltering, you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and closing your eyes.

he hugs you back without hesitation, one of his hands resting on your waist, and the other finding purchase in your hair. he kisses your head before mumbling “hi” and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you lift your head up and open your eyes to look at him and you almost get lost in his eyes. they were captivating. their colour resembles black coffee, but the way light reflects onto them mimics how stars look in the night sky. a galaxy that you could stare at forever.

what pulled you in further was how each eye had something different to explore. his left eye was big and round, eyelid forming a small crease which completely contrasted his right eye. with one double eyelid and one mono lid you found his eyes unique and interesting. not to mention the perfectly placed mole which sat on his right eye.

in a way his eyes reflected each side of him. they were wide and curious, reminding you of how he looked up at you with puppy eyes. you could never say no to him when he looked at you like that. or sometimes he’d just watch you with those same wide eyes, fascinated and in love. you sometimes wondered how he could love you so much if he himself is the most lovable person you know.

his eyes could also switch in a split second. they could change into something sensual. something filled with desire and yearning. when he looked at like that it was the complete opposite to the wide puppy eyes he gave you. when he looked at you like that he pulled you in. he trapped you in his gaze before kissing you. touching you. loving you. giving you the pleasure he knew you deserved.

but right now, he wasn’t looking at you with either of those looks. he was looking at you with love. just like you were captivated by him, he was by you. and you would’ve gotten completely lost in his eyes if it wasn’t for the thought of his, arguably, even more enticing lips breaking you out of your trance.

at the idea of his lips, your eyes flicker down. you study them; smooth and glossy from where he probably licked them (a habit of his you found rather endearing), his heart shaped cupids bow, and a mole decorating his lower lip. so perfect. so kissable. you don’t think you could possibly resist any longer.

your hands travel up to cup his cheeks and pull him down towards you. your lips capture his in a loving kiss. you can feel him smiling on your lips and you reciprocate. you hadn’t realised how much you missed this. how much you missed him. when you pull away your eyes find his again, before you mumble a “hi” back, your smile also evident in your voice.

he places another quick peck to your lips before his hands make their way from your waist to the zip of your coat. he pulls it down and moves behind you to remove your coat and hang it up for you (a small yet meaningful gesture he always insists on doing).

after turning back around he notices your attire and upon realising that you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore for your interview, he speaks, “let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?”

you nod and exhale a sigh of relief as he takes your hand to lead you to his room to lend you some clothes and makeup remover. he hands you one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you left at his house from your last visit, leaving you to get changed and wash your face after informing you that he’ll be waiting on the sofa for you, and when you get there, you’re pleasantly surprised.

the lights are off, the living room only being lit by a few candles and the light radiating off the television. the blinds are open displaying the romantic view of the moonlit sky above the vast han river. the sofa is covered with blankets and you can spot two wine glasses and some of your favourite snacks on the coffee table (which after dieting for your comeback is one of the greatest sights to see)

you stop in shock upon seeing what he had done for you, jaw ajar and the hand, which was previously holding your phone to your face, dropping down to your side. you were speechless. and, after not being able to spend any time with him for so long, you were overwhelmed with emotions. a wave of relief, happiness, and love for him washed over you as you finally looked over to him standing by the sofa with a shy smile and tv remote in his hand.

with you still in shock and staring at him with wide eyes, he asks shyly with a slight raise of his eyebrows, “movie night..?”

you practically beam. tears prick your eyes and not out of sadness. no. out of pure appreciation and love for him. you knew you missed him but in this moment it’s like it all hit you at once. you didn’t even realise how much you missed him up until now. so you waste no time and rush into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder and engulfing him in a hug, to which he immediately hugged you back.

you move your head to look up at him and you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have him. and suddenly your lost in those eyes again. you always are. you gaze at the vast galaxies in his eyes and then, almost routinely, you glance at his lips again; smooth and glossy, wearing a heart shaped cupids bow, and decorated with a perfectly placed mole. you’ll never get tired of them.

so of course, you lean up to kiss him, lips melting together and dancing in a slow and steady rhythm. he kisses you back with just as much love, pulling you in closer by your waist before his fingers start to trace patterns up and down your clothes back.

you both break apart for air, smiling contentedly, before you speak, only a few inches from his lips,

“i missed you”

his smile widens, “i missed you too”

he takes both your hands in his and leads you round to the sofa. you both flop down, immediately being engulfed by the soft cushions and blankets which he laid down for the two of you. he grabs the aforementioned blanket and covers both of you with it, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

using the remote, he skims through the options on netflix, the two of you settling on a film you both considered a favourite. one you had watched many times together. one you had watched on your very first movie night with him.

you thought back to that night. you were in his arms just like you were now, though, back then, it was all new. you were only just beginning to get used to the feeling of having his arms around you. you weren’t as familiar with the way he kisses you. you had only explored the stars in his eyes a few times and were nervous to let yours flicker to his lips.

now, you were used to his arms around you. in fact, that’s where they usually were when the two of you got some alone time together. now, you were familiar with the way he kisses you. when the two of you kissed, your lips moved with harmony and understanding. and now, you had explored the stars in his eyes countless times and found yours flickering to his lips no matter how hard you tried not to let them.

though, admittedly, even though you’ve grown to know and understand every part of him, what hasn’t changed was how your chest still felt warm and fuzzy when he engulfed you in a hug. how your heart still races when his lips capture yours in a kiss. how you still get lost in the galaxies which are reflected in his eyes, and how yours still look down at his lips each time you’re captured by those familiar stars.

no matter how much time passes and now matter how well you know him, he never fails to have an effect on you. he never stops wrapping his arms around you, kissing you with love, making you get lost in his eyes before yours travel to his lips. never stops giving you the comfort you need after a long day. never fails to make you laugh. never disappoints with the pleasure he gives you. never stops doing the little things that make a big difference. never stops caring about you. never stops loving you.

he never stops being a home that you can come back to. screw the four walls and the furniture. the house didn’t matter. he was your home. and after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last.

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The dominant one (Doflamingo X Taller! Male! Reader + NSFW)

A/N : headcanon of @trashytoastboi (thank you for your work if you see this scenario). This scenario could also be adapted to a neutral gender Reader

Warning : graphic violence, death, dirty talk (sort of),

It was a victory again. You raised your weapon to the sky. As if you were threatening the gods themselves. The shining blade was dripping with blood. A wicked yet proud smile, your eyes flashing of rage. It seemed a beast stole your features, and no humanity was any longer present in your body. Only reigned in you the devil himself. You lowered your gaze towards your enemy, your foot applying pressure all over his ribcage, choking him. The crowds around you were roaring without pity, demanding that you end your opponent's life. The guy was already severely injured, you would provide him a service by doing so.

It was sad. The gladiator wasn't a true enemy. And he wasn't an ally either. He fell facing a real monster, beloved by a demon. Was there anything else to say? The excess of time he achieved to get for himself was making the ordeal tougher, but his bravery remained admirable. You lifted your foot from the man's body, getting him to loudly cough due to the blood in his mouth he spat.

"Look at me" you ordered with a low voice.

The guy raised his head, staring more carefully at your soul than just your eyes.

"Riku is the rightful king of Dressrosa. This charade of yours will end soon." your opponent prophesied with a gentle tone and a smile crossing his dry and bloody lips.

"I'd like to see that" you ended up before sinking your blade in the man's heart.

During a short second, you could have sworn you noticed a glitter of hope shining like a star in your enemy's eyes before the dreadful void of death froze his body for eternity. Then, you left his body fall backwards with your blade still crossing your victim's body. In reaction, the crowds went completely mad of happiness over the man's death. Even though it was all finished, you leant and reached out the man's face. A lot of people thought at the moment that you were going to take your opponent's head by separating it from his body and offering it to your king.

Although, you just closed the man's eyes, turning dead silent people, which were watching carefully each of your moves.

"In this arena, all men are on the same level. Only being brave or a coward matters."you state, severely glaring at the audience.

You grasp the pommel of your sword then retire it from the dead body lying in front of you. The disgusting sound of shredded human meat was only heard. Eventually, with a frank gesture to the side, the blood flew to the sandy ground below your feet then you sheathed your blade without any more words. You raise your gaze towards Doflamingo who was enjoying fully the show.

"I victory of today, I dedicate to my king" you state powerfully to the people around you adding a graceful bow to your declaration.

This final sentence drove the crowds to madness again. Rumors of you being the most faithful, strongest, more devoted of any soldier or servant in the kingdom to the current king were being spread between all the latter's subjects.

With a satisfied smile, Doflamingo stood up and, with a smile and a move of his feathery coat, he raised his arms then made a small reverence in front of all the people gathered that day in the Coliseum. The reciprocate screams echoed a long time between the walls of the majestic building. It meant the end of the show until next time.

Behind you the harrow was now down. You spared a quick glance to the dead body of the man you have just killed in the arena lying on a stretcher, a sheet covering his cold body. You sighed lankily, and remind the wound left on your right leg. You had to get it treated if you didn't want it to be worse. During a time which seemed endless, you managed to arrive at your private quarters. Not only the small trip to your chambers was long because of some people who seemed to crave to meet you, but it was also due to the absolute mess reigning in the palace after servants got their mind in a right way after the collective madness which is taking over all the subjects of the kingdom present is the Coliseum.

The familiar scent of a bubbly bath relaxed you instantly. However, the adrenaline rushing within your veins hadn't come back to normal after the fight. The mix within your skin made you almost collapse on the ground. You managed to hold still since the real hardship didn't show its face. You moved forward within your quarters to find Doflamingo lying on your bed, his arms crossed behind his head, waiting patiently. You spontaneously knew what it was about. Without being able to help yourself, a small grin stretches your features and you laugh lightly. Warned of your presence, Doflamingo got up and walked towards you, apparently satisfied.

He was smaller than you, barely reaching your chest. You always thought that it was adorable, even though the man was for some people a monster. "Everything that is small is cute" they say... Doflamingo had probably no idea of the image he wore in your eyes, or maybe not a full or a clear one. The dichotomy between your point of view and the world's may dwell in this mere gap of height. In the mean time, Doflamingo made his way towards you then stared at you from below.

"What are you waiting for?" Doflamingo asked, half threateningly.

"His Lordship demands a kiss I see..."you uttered with a certain appreciation, clearly intending to mess up a little with your king. "Come and get it"

Your disdainful provocation worked perfectly. Yet, only Doflamingo's brows furrowed, he didn't even move. You could say he was highly tempted to use his strings. But, the small restraint he was applying over himself was room for more taunt. Hence, you leant towards him, as if you were going to kiss him on the lips. Although, you drifted away and left a peck on the man's forehead.

If being dumbfounded had a face, Doflamingo would probably be the perfect archetype. The small flame he was feeling due to this kiss in his guts was being swallowed by the audacity you have just demonstrated to him. His face turned to stone within less than a second. You DARED ignore one of his direct orders ?! You couldn't help but snicker behind Doflamingo's back. Killing a man got you sassy apparently.

"Later for all the romantic thing your Highness, I have some tasks that need my attention" you utter, hiding badly this little joy of yours.

"Y/N" Doflamingo called coldly, without a trace of kindness in his voice.

"I know I know. You want to get to the nasty right away while I'm still in a wild beast mode, poisoned by adrenaline. Trust me, I do want the same, my Lord. However, my wounds won't get treated by themselves. This divine skin of yours cannot be tainted with the blood of a sinner, right? "

Doflamingo was reaching the end of his patience. How did you dare acting smug with your king? This insolent smile of yours, he will make you erase it from your features. He would be going to tear you apart, fucking you senseless to get your submission out of your mouth by the most delightful torture. You would beg for deliverance, moaning and screaming your pleasure. You would be his plaything, your sturdy body forced to endure your master's relentlessness.

Yet, this delicious idea had to wait a little. You were getting your body rid of the pieces of metal you were wearing as an armor in the arena. Even though, most of your skin was exposed. Some servants would clean all of it later, some would stay to help you wash your body under Doflamingo's scrutinizing glare. The dummy was almost falling due to the weight of your equipment. Naked, your back facing the eyes of your beloved king, you moved until a seat where some medicines were spread next to.

A woman disinfected the wound on your leg. She was madly flustered, trying to act quickly and properly. You leant towards her and took her face in the palm of your hand, a smile on your face.

"Take your time my dear. No demon will run after you." You playfully state before sitting more comfortably in your seat and sparing a glance at Doflamingo.

The latter was angry. His grin disapeared as soon as he saw you with this damn smile of yours. But you didn't belong to him, therefore he had no right to claim you as his. You may be a gladiator, a one night stand who remained, a powerful warrior, but these were the mere bond you shared.

The woman properly applied a bandage on your leg before getting to heal the small cuts on your chest.

"I ask you to clean and change all of this as frequently as possible and..." The nurse said before turning as red as a tomato.

"Yes dear ? I'm listening" you said, trying to foster her to talk to you with all of her heart.

"Please... Be careful Y/N-sama" She whispered before caressing absentmindedly your jaw, just above a small injury.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Thank you for your concern my dear. It goes straight to my hear to know that you care about me" You declared with a genuine grateful tone.

"Leave us" Interrupted Doflamingo with a threatening voice.

You turned your gaze towards your king.

"Go" you only ordered to the woman who rushed to the door and left without any more talking.

You got up and decided to stare directly into the man's eyes.

"Something's bothering you my Lord ? " you inquired rhetorically, your steely gaze entrenched within Doflamingo's.

The latter didn't allow you to feel the faintest pleasure of him being hypothetically taken aback while you were staring at him from above. No. Doflamingo is never taken aback by anything.

"I fear you forgot you're my fuckboy, my personal hole, you whore. It's my dick you have to suck" the king spat, a winning smile stretching his features.

"Well let me say this, my Lord. Your personal hole has a lot of dicks that penetrate it. And these are rarely your own" you replied without even a spark of doubt in your lie.

It would be very confident of people to say that you were the one dominated, with such a massive body as the one you had. Within less than a second, a smack echoed in the room. A light pain lingered for a short minute on your jaw.

"Know your place, little bug" your king spat again, his jaws firmly clenched.

"Says the one that is smaller than me" you snapped back with a poorly suppressed snarky laugh.

The red mark of the slap remained for some time on your cheek. Although, leaping like a tiger, you grasped Doflamingo's neck and bend over him, aiming to stare at him with your eyes on the same level.

"Release me." your king ordered coldly.

"Then, why don't you use your strings ?" you asked him half genuinely, trying to figure out why he didn't do so earlier.

This situation was not a rare one. It had happened already more than once actually. Doflamingo has always refused to use his devil fruit power against you. As if it was a personal challenge for him to leash you and he was going to take pride in it. However, you didn't make the task easy at all, always refusing what he wanted, getting only a carnal relationship. Your untameness was ultimaltely annoying and so refreshing. You were the only one who got him in a bottom position.

"Why don't we find out who has the biggest one, my Lord ?" you proposed to your king with no intention of him refusing you.

Your strong hand went to grasp your king's neck. You felt Doflamingo's muscles tensing up, making you smile. You pushed your king towards the bed and climbed over him, getting him prisoner of your legs.

"What do you think you're doing ?" the man spat in his submitted position.

"And you ? What did you think you were going to provoke by slaping and insulting me ?"

A flash or disdain sparked in your eyes when you were staring at Doflamingo from above.

"I don't suck for free, as well as I don't fuck with anyone. I dominate, not the contrary." You uttered before getting up and walking towards the large bathroom.

Eventually, you went in the pool. Your tiredness vanishing as well as the dust and the scarlet red blood tainting your skin. With a relieved sigh, you surrender to the warmth of the water. You bent over backwards, reaching the edge. You heard footsteps coming close to you.

"What do you want?" you inquire, half upset half curious.

You thought this argument was enough for the moment. You were wrong apparently. Doflamingo took a towel not far away from you and left it behind you. The king lied down, staring at you patiently.

"Do you come here to apologize?" you asked him half-heartedly.

The man did nothing but laugh loudly.

"Yeah. It sounded stupid to me too" you state with a monotonous voice.

"You're such a brat. I'll merely concede that" Doflamingo admitted with a half smile.

You reached out to grasp at your king's neck. But carefully this time. You kissed him, experiencing, tasting. Even the scent of Doflamingo's skin was totally endearing. Although, you wouldn't admit it this way. You changed your position, trying to face Doflamingo. He was still lying down on his towel, fully dressed but he was looking for your lips with his own.

Doflamingo was still slow, trying, also tasting just as you were doing. He liked you for your tall body, your strength and almost everything else except that untamed behavior. Then, the kisses got more and more passionate. It was hard to breathe, hard to resist while you were starting to lower your guard. You drew Doflamingo's body closer to the huge pool. His head so close of the edge of the bath. But you were only thinking about kissing those thin divine lips.

You felt your cock getting harder.

"Kissing makes you all hot and flustered like a dog in heat?" Doflamingo whispered while he was snickering.

"Well... That makes two of us, my Lord" you replied on the same tone, drawing the man's attention on his own hard shaft.

"Brat" your king added before going back on your lips.

"That also makes two of us" you add with a smile.

Upset by the slowness of all this, you put your arms on the edge of the pool and climbed up again over your king's body, riding him. You immediately thought about how much more comfortable it was to have this domination over the celestial asshole named Doflamingo. Yet, it was delusional, wrong. None of you had a spark of idea about who was in charge, as well as none of you knew who was going to be submitted. Doflamingo would never agree and you wouldn't either.

"Enjoy the moment while you can, Y/N"

"Shut your mouth for once and suck my tongue as if you were giving me a blow job"

Doflamingo chuckled with irony but didn't respond anything. Your hand was rubbing his abs, lightly, skillfully, just to arouse him a little bit more. Just to make it unbearable. Your king's cock went hard against your thigh. As you notice, you want to say it out loud and mock your divine partner about his sinning behavior. You moved your fingers a little bit lower, trying to caress the stiff shaft you were staring at shamelessly. Doflamingo's breath sped up but he was as if he remained undisturbed and all the attention over him was nothing more than a puppy messing around a sleepy tiger.

Your smirk said it all about the hurt your ego went through at the moment. Your hand's speed increased and the stroke turned out to be more effective on your dirty king. But the tiger didn't remain sleepy for long. He raised his arm and his own fingers tensed up like a puppeteer playing with a doll. You frowned instantly when you felt the strings tightening around your body to the point of almost entering within your skin.

"Get your fucking strings off of me my Lord or I'll be really mad" you warn, your eyes turning black with lust and anger.

"Is it a threat Y/N? Better for your sake that it is not one"

You can't help but chuckle. Doflamingo doesn't even have time to ask you why. You opened your mouth with disdain towards your partner.

"This is why you can't get rid of me. Nor wound me gravely. Because you need me. You need someone who's ready to worship you entirely. Because you need to swell your ego, your self-confidence and your body with praise. And I'm not silly enough to give you fully what you want. And what I give you is more than anything. After all, all the pleasure of hunt is to track your prey, right your Highness? " you declared while your body was laid down by Doflamingo and he got what he thought as his righful place.

"My sluts are rarely this talkative."The king stated before sliding his pants on his thighs.

You watched him with big eyes when he came to bury himself in your unprepared back hole. Sheathed like a sword in your ass, you couldn't even move out of his grasp. You swore internally when he started to thrust like crazy in you. Even with your height and your physical strength it hurt badly to feel the king's cock tearing you apart.

"Fuck you Doflamingo!" you utter while your breath was cut by light cry of pain.

"Doffy" the man corrected while he was stealing from now on moans of pleasure from you.

"The hell with it, asshole!"

"And yet yours is the one being pounded"

You closed your eyes long ago. Doflamingo have been using his strings for several hours, thrusting inside of you. It was like a punishment to endure every moans that echoed in the bathroom and then, in the sheets. The king's hot erected cock came and went inside of you. The strings were maintaining you under the man's painful attention.

"Consider it as your reward for every of your words" Doflamingo repeated several times in your ear.

Your whole body was covered of scratches due to these strings or various marks. The man used you as a sex doll. Your skin was a long-term reminder of Doflamingo's internal wrath during these hours of fucking. The acute memories of the latter's lips and hands roaming your whole body made you shiver. And then, the hard shaft within you.

Once Doflamingo was done with you, he laid down into the mattress and a satisfied grin stretching his features. You wondered if it was the same with everyone else. Though it didn't matter. You were a regular sex partner to Doflamingo and nothing else needed to be said. Your king might appreciate your body and the way you react to his strokes. However, you didn't love him and your body wasn't his, even though Doflamingo wanted to make you state the contrary.

Then, after the hours of brutal sexual relationship, you got up and strode towards your closet and withdrew clothes, scrutinizing them with great attention.

"What are you doing?" inquired your king chilling in your messed up bed.

"Mind your business, my Lord" you replied with an empty tone.

"Did I hurt your ego so much that you are going to fuck someone else to relieve you from this humiliation?" Doflamingo teased half-threateningly

"Come on, don't compare me to you. I have never slaughtered the whole family of someone who had the bad idea to scowl me" you viciously retorted. "Who I meet and who I fuck is none of your business if my memories are right, your Highness. I've applied for being a gladiator, not to be the king's personal slut."

"Let's say that I'm not a king. Would you tell me what are you going to do?" The man assumed.

Although, you both knew that Doflamingo doesn't hypothesize. It was a trap you were willing to outwit.

"Now you're just being ridiculous. If you weren't my king, I'd say my vocabulary would tend to make a spectacular decrease in terms of quality."

"Y/N, you should answer this question if you don't want to be crucifixed for treason" your king threatened.

"I'd like to see you try to punish the fuckboy who gives you this incredible feeling of domination" you chuckled while spitting this mugging challenging sentences to Doflamingo whose smile disappeared.

"I want an answer Y/N. I'll have it"

"Mind your business." you ended here without any more words.

You were dressed in an elegant suit, you staring into your reflection. You felt some satisfaction lingering in your heart. The mere image of your king lying in your bed was the sole blur here. You turned your back and then wak towards the door.

"Diamante will have to fight tomorrow. See you soon, your Highness"

"Y/N" the man called but you were already gone and the door was already closed.

Miss Allsunday was waiting for you in the restaurant, a file left next to her. An artificial smile remained on her features.

"It has been a long time miss Alsunday since I've seen you. How have you been?" you greeted kindly.

"Assisting Sir Crocodile is not an easy task to attend to. But I'm not here to complain. Here is the contract" Robin replied.

"Contract? I'd like to ask what kind of contract but we both know what is it about. But even though I like intimate relashionship, I am a fighter first" you stated calmly, staring at the lady right in the eyes.

"I understand. And you will be considered this way, I can guarantee it. As long as you stay by Sir Crocodile's side."

"Well... If you agree to allow me to think about more thoroughly..."you inquired rhetorically.

"Of course. I look forward to receive your answer Y/N."

"I thank you Miss Allsunday" you ended while reaching out the file handed towards you. "Now let's eat, I'm hungry and slightly upset"

You took it and grinned slightly. The dinner was nice and Robin was a fine company for it. You appreciated the woman but you didn't sleep with her. Crocodile was offering you to stay by his side. You had to fight for him and your price would be his. Eventually, you accepted to leave Doflamingo for Crocodile. It sounded like a melodramatic love story of a man shared between two others fighting over the latter. But you would be paid the price you want with a very easy contract and you could also get Crocodile himself as a reward sometimes, because yeah he had a sort of soft spot on you. And, since you slept with each other several times, and spent a tremendous amount of time together, you could say you felt better with the latter than Doflamingo.

The attached contract Robin left you was agreeable at almost every points. And you weren't even forced to stay emotionally involved with Crocodile, to the contrary in Doflamingo's case since he always tried to enslave you to him. No. Crocodile was only adamant on you fighting for him, the way he wanted it to be done and the reward he would give you. You sent back the answer to the contract, announcing a positive response. Nearly two weeks after and the first of your numerous victories by his side, you were sharing a glass of alcohol and a delighful night of pleasure with Crocodile.

Far from Alabasta, Doflamingo was going crazy. He beheaded a dozen of what he would call 'useless servants'. Diamante returned in the Coliseum and had to fight while a new high-leveled gladiator would be either hired or trained to fill the space left by your sudden and silent departure.

Can someone make me a Derek Morgan x Reid! reader or something where like Penelope Garcia and Reader are at the BAU while the others are on a case and Derek calls Garcia and reader answers and says something smartass-like or something… I will give you all my money and my whole soul.

I Love You

A song inspired story. I imaged UFsans when I wrote it but any other one of the skeletons could fit in.  Warning this is a dark piece read the tags before you keep reading. Enjoy and be safe.

The air is still in this moment. Your eyes wide open, breath still caught in your lungs as twinkling shards dance all around you. The bite of pain can’t reach you yet neither the chill of your damp cheeks. Still you can taste the subtle salty twang of copper. Thoughts that normally race around your mind are replaced with this meditative calm. It will only last this moment but that is all that you will need. Your lips quiver. Eyes shining back over once more as your breath is let out in an almost silent sigh. Your eyes flutter shut as if not seeing him will make it all stop.

A shaky breath in and you find your feet. They push up the stairs. Arms coming to guide you when your eyes can not. Your thoughts burst back screaming in your head to block out the poison his voice forms. It cries how it came to this. How you let every rule be broken. Your soul throbs back, a painful pull of heartstrings that tells you exactly how it came to this. Your lungs seize at the sound of his voice just as scared and broken as you. Your mind shrieks for you to RUN the same way your soul calls for you to Stay.

Your body crashes into the door, you fall into the roll scrambling across the floor on all fours for the bag in the closet. Your bug out bag; in case of civilian unrest. Now it will be used for another kind of unrest. You can feel the strings pulling you back as your finger tips bleed against the window lock. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, your own voice vibrating in your ears as he steps ever closer.

Your heart reminds you how futile it is to struggle. Your mind begs you to be free. The bone of his fingertips is almost gentle as he guides your hands away from the lock. His body even drops with yours cradling you to his chest. His voice is only there to guide your mind back with its sweet words tinged with sorrow & fear. His soul already has yours settled back in its embrace. You still weep as he so carefully removes your bag. Turning you so that you face his skull. His phalanges trace the bursts of blue, purple, & black along your face. His palm covers the damage & he whispers about your beauty. The strength you carry. The love he holds for you. But the worst is the love you hold for him. The feeling of your soul pulsing with his. It brings all new quite tears that he wipes away with the bright bites of pain. Fading tell the only evidence is the taste of copper & salt.

He uses your words against you as he picks you back up. Settling you on the bed as he climbs back on top. No matter how many times you try to run. You know, deep down, you will never truly leave. He is slow almost gentle in the way his teeth scrap against your sensitive skin. You love him too much. After all, he is your soulmate.

“The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”

                                              Cherry Wine-Hozier

CW; established relationship; poor mental health implications; unprotected sex; pnv; creampie; drooling; just will being messy; grinding; no pronouns used; breasts mentioned; afab.

     Will was hunched at his desk, cut and tired fingers working to finish one of his hooks. You peek out from your and his room, eyebrows furrowed. He notices, and he knows you're upset, so before any words leave your mouth, he is up at returning to the bedroom.

     He lies down, pulling you flush against him. He sighs onto your neck, hands moving to play with the hem of your shirt. His intentions became obvious. "Really?" You ask. He nods. "Please?" He whispers. You pause, then nod.

     He lets out a sigh of relief as his hips shift against your back. Will rubs his hips against your back for a moment, before finally moving above you. "I hope you don't mind," he mumbles, lifting your nightgown until he could pull your underwear to your knees, forcing your legs up.

     He swiped one finger between your lips, then smeared your slick on the inside of your thigh. Freeing himself from his boxers, he pushes inside you, finally. Will groans, hand gripping onto your thigh hard enough to leave red marks, and likely bruises, too.

     Soon, he's forcing your legs over his shoulders, with your underwear keeping your legs up. His forces his face into your neck, nose nudging against your pulse as he rocks his hips, forcing out moans and whines as your tight heat takes him deeper.

     "Can I cum inside? I can cum inside, right? Please?" He groans, and you nod. He gasps and stutters out a groan. You hum, hands sliding up past his shoulders to his hair, brushing it with your fingers. Will leans into it, before his eyes grow wide and his pupils dialate, his stomach tightening and tending as his cum begins spilling into you. He continues to fuck you through it, riding out your and his highs, while he fucks his seed deeper. He looks down at you, forcing your titty into his mouth, drool spilling around the mound.

     He pulls out, watching his cum leak from you. He collapses beside you. "I'll clean in a minute," he mutters, catching his breath.

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!

@miskatonicuniversityprometheus it is I, your Steter Secret Santa, here to delivery the gift of Peter and Stiles having some naughty Christmas fun.

Title: Santa Daddy.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing(s): Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski/Chris Argent(flashback).

Rating: Explicit.

Warning: Contains sex.

Chapter: 1/1.

Summary: It’s that wonderful time of year, that time of year when Stiles Stilinski-Hale comes home to find that being on Santa’s naughty list isn’t such a bad thing after all.