Oh god, I imagine tiny!Derek holding tinier!Stiles' hand after asking the sheriff for Stiles' hand in marriage to tell his mom that he already proposed to Stiles and the sheriff said yes so he would take responsibility, Derek even had toy ring too! Talia facepalmed and hid her laughter so Derek wouldn't think that he's being laughed at while whatever Hale was present at that time recorded them with a camera phone and vowed to broadcast this on their wedding day.
“Boys,” John says as Derek Hale walks into the bullpen, tugging Stiles by the hand. Stiles is only three, but he’s no pushover. If Derek Hale is dragging him around, it’s only because Stiles demanded it.
Stiles grins at him. “Daddy! Hi, Daddy!”
“Hi, kiddo,” John says. He leans back on the edge of his desk and folds his arms across his chest. “What’s going on? Aren’t you two supposed to be in the park?”
John’s stuck at work, sure, but Claudia and Stiles were going to meet the Hale pack in the park for a picnic. Claudia is the Hale pack emissary, after all.
Derek’s eyebrows tug together. He’s a serious looking kid. Eight years old, and he can worry like a world champion. “Deputy Stilinski,” he says, and since when has he been this formal? He edges closer, still holding Stiles’s hand. He juts his chin out stubbornly, and the rest of his words come out in a breathy rush: “In ‘cordance with pack law I am stating my intentions to marry your son. Will you negotiate?”
John looks around the bullpen. Derek’s little speech (and he almost got the words right) has gotten the attention of his colleagues. Madison looks like he’s about to drop his armful of paperwork and coo at Derek, and John narrows his eyes in warning. No. One does not coo at a werewolf, even if he is only eight years old and totally fucking adorable right now. Derek is clearly trying to be a Grown Up.
“I will,” John says, because what? He’s not going to break the kid’s heart in front of an audience. “What do you offer in exchange for my consent?”
Derek unpeels Stiles’s sticky hand from his own and digs around in his pockets. He shuffles up to John’s desk and sets down all his worldly possessions: three slightly soggy cheetos and a dented Matchbox car. Then he pushes his shoulders back and stares up at John, stubborn and hopeful all at once.
“Oh my god,” Madison whispers under his breath.
“Oooh!” Stiles says, and reaches out for the car.
Drek grabs his chubby wrist. “No! That’s for your dad. So we can play together all the time, even when we’re big.”
“Oh.” Stiles turns his big brown eyes toward John beseechingly.
“Beta Hale,” John says solemnly. “I accept. You have my consent to marry Stiles.”
Derek sags with relief.
Stiles tries to grab one of the cheetos.
“No!” Derek says again.
Stiles scowls at him. “I want cheetos!”
“Don’t eat your bride price, son,” John says. “Why don’t you two head back to the park? I’ll bet the picnic is set up by now. Mom packed you peanut butter cups, Stiles.”
“Oooh! Yummy!” Stiles is already heading for the door. “Bye, Daddy!”
Derek Hale rushes after him.
Madison comes over to inspect the Matchbox car. “You know you just promised your three year old son in marriage, right, John?”
“Huh.” John shrugs. “They’re kids. They’ll forget about it by tomorrow.”
Twenty years later the Matchbox car is in the pocket of John’s suit as he gives Stiles away at the altar.
It’s literally nothing you haven’t seen before. It’s just a video on Youtube Camile sent me that involves Dylan and kissing and he makes these REALLY sexy noises when he’s kissing and holy shit he’s such a vocal lover. And we can’t get over it. And meeting him in the future is gonna be amazing and I will have to resist kissing him.
Pairing: Dean/Cas Length: 2.5k Tags: Fluff, Mild Angst, Pining, First Kiss, Canon Divergent Read on AO3
A special thank you to @braezenkitty for being my awesome beta <3
“You just gotta get laid,” Dean said, reseating the burger beside the pile of fries on his plate, this time with a big bite missing. “Or a decent kiss, at least.”
He crumbled a napkin between greasy fingers, tossed it to the middle of the table. Shoved his shirtsleeves up one more time as he tucked his black fed tie under the table ledge and away from the plate. “It’d loosen you up, buddy. And maybe you’d quit tryna live vicariously through horny eighteen-year-olds.”
This was because of the door-to-door canvas. The couple at the park who’d been all over each other, that Castiel hadn’t been able to stop looking at—even after the old, blue-haired lady at 512 Bakersfield Court had made a comment. “Your partner likes to stare…” like she’d never in her seventy-five years of life seen someone curious about such a thing.
“If only that was the first time I heard it, too,” Dean’d smiled back from her stoop, the sharp sun cooking them both in the stuffy Tennessee heat. A marked jab to Cas’ ribs, and a walk to the nearest pub later, and Dean was bringing it up again, because, of course he was. Why talk about the case?
“I only glanced at the couple in the park,” Cas sighed. “It’s not a recurring issue. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Dean laughed, lipped his beer bottle, and took a stout drink. “Sure,” he said. “Glanced at them. Glanced at those girls holding hands last week—though, I’ll give ya that one. I gave ‘em a couple once-overs too.”
“Point is, it ain’t the first time, and you’re a damn liar.”
Cas rolled his eyes. “My being, or not being with people has nothing to do with anything—”
“Has everything to do with everything when you’re touch-starved.”
“I’m not starved. I’ve been… touched.”
Dean scoffed, swirled his beer bottle. “Sure, if you wanna count Reaper-Fools-Day.”
“I’ve kissed more people than April,” Cas bristled back. “How about we talk about what you know of touch starved instead?”
Dean snapped shut, cocked his head as a follow-up comment seemed to slip from his mouth quick. He replaced the words with a couple fries and averted eyes. “Fine,” he relented around the bite. “And?”
He looked back up, eyebrows jumping. “Were they any good?”
“Who? The people?”
“The kissing, idiot. Was the kissing any good?”
Cas’ heart flopped. He slipped a hand down his beer bottle, and then back up again nervously. The motion pulled Dean’s attention in a glance, so Cas tucked the rogue thing back onto his lap instead. Fingers lacing together under the shelter of the slick waxed top where no one could see. “I don’t know. Yes?” he offered carefully.
“Are you tellin’ me, or askin’ me right now?”
“No—I mean… ” Cas cleared his throat, shifted in his chair, and listened to the wood slats groan. “They were fine. They were… wet.”
“Wet?” Dean repeated. “Cas, wet is how you describe a swimming pool… Oregon in the winter, maybe… Not a kiss. Never a good kiss.”
“Then how should I describe it?”
“No, I mean… if they were wet, then they were wet—”
“No, please. You tell me.”
Dean’s face suddenly fell wide in mock innocence. “What? You want me to describe a good kiss to you right now? In the middle of a restaurant.”
“If wet is insufficient—”
“Oh, yeah. It’s like, miles of not-sufficient-ness, dude.”
Cas chewed a smile down and gestured Dean’s way. Crossed his arms, and sat back. He watched Dean waffle before finally sliding back in his chair to think. He splayed wide, elbows up on the armrests and knees hugging the corners. His face caught the dim overhead lights, and the sun-kissed healthy pink of his skin shone back like warm earth.
He had white in the creases beside his eyes where his smile lines had shaded him from the harsh afternoon sun. A little cut of tan at the bridge of his nose where his sunglasses sat after he’d gotten sick of squinting through the reflections of every bright midday door.
“Okay, it’s like this,” he said finally, tapping an erratic finger on the neck of his bottle, and pausing to worry his lip. “A kiss is a kiss is a kiss, til it ain’t. If you’re with the right person, then the tension between you’s gonna be thick enough to cut. It’s gonna feel like you’ve got a firecracker in your gut, and that other person’s just flicking the Bic. The minute the two of you kiss, the fuse lights. That bastard explosive rips up through your chest, and pops behind your eyes, and I’m talking—screw seeing colorsat that point—you’ll be so wrecked, you’ll know what they sound like.”
Castiel smiled as Dean came back in with a languid look, and a tongue tip between his teeth. He peeled forward, hovering over the table, so much closer than before, that there was only the dragging smell of his burger all tangled up in his woody cologne for Cas to breathe.
“That’s a good kiss,” he said slowly, and maybe it was Castiel’s imagination, but the sun kiss on Dean’s cheeks had spread to his ears now. “Sounds good, don’t it?”
“It sounds very good,” Castiel agreed. “Very surreal.”
Dean let a long, animated sigh into the room and it mixed happy with the gentle murmur of the busy forks and glasses around them. “Oh, it’s very real,” he said. “Just not very common.”
He poked absently at the pile of cooling fries, and sucked the salt from the end of his finger. The gorgeous smacking sound it made curled red ribbons in Cas’ stomach. “Still, you find someone who’ll give you that, and it’s the kinda thing that’ll right some wrongs. Know what I mean?”
Cas took a long drink, smile falling as the carbonation from his beer prickled reality back into his tongue. “Sure,” he said quietly. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”
Dean’s mouth thinned, and his eyes ping-ponged away uneasy. He tailed and tacked down the waitress, kept locked on her as she floated behind the counter poking something into the mounted LED screen beside the register. “Doesn’t that rub you, though?” he asked, “not knowing for yourself. Don’t you… want that with somebody?”
Cas puffed surprised, and his mouth went dry. Try as he might, the beer wouldn’t wet it. “I mean, yes…” he said earnestly, and the admission ate holes in his stomach.
“Then… how come you ignore all the waitresses I send your way? You’re never gonna get it if you don’t even try.”
Cas was suddenly, and shamefully aware of his attention at Dean’s lips, and when Dean snagged a glance at him, Cas tore his eyes away, shoved them onto the table instead. Focused everything he had on the bleed of condensation below the cool, brown bottle to his left.
“Those people wouldn’t change anything,” he said to the ring. “Colors were never meant to make sounds for some.”
Dean fidgeted the fries again, finally pushed them aside, and brushed the salt off his hand this time instead of eating it. “I guess we better head out,” he said, flagging the waitress. “Sam’s waiting.”
They paid, and headed back out into the melty summer heat. It was sunset, but the air was still laying in the city thick as a wool blanket. Shadows stretched through the streets like plastic-capped Halloween fingers, crowding up in the alleyways and turns, painting the dingy brick walls black.
Cas flared his coat to check his back pocket for his wallet as they passed a couple people with hungry eyes, but just as quickly remembered that he’d dropped his last twenty for the meal, and let the impulse to feed them drift out. Still, he welcomed the brief breeze it gave him, and he wondered if maybe it was getting time to rethink the coat. Grace or not, he seemed to be touchier to the temperatures these days, and it was starting to seem like wardrobe was becoming more important—practically speaking.
Dean shed his own suit coat as if he’d just read Castiel’s mind, and slung it over his shoulder with a hooked finger. His shirtsleeves were still shoved up to his elbows under the blazer, as if he’d put it on after dinner, distracted. “Nothing fancy,” he murmured to his feet.
“Hmm—?” He looked over quick, eyes wide, before blinking them back down. “What?”
“I just didn’t catch what you said.”
Dean shook his head. “I didn’t—” But when Cas frowned, opened his mouth to contest, Dean relented. “Oh, you mean the, uh, thing I said out loud…” He cleared his throat, added “apparently” under his breath, and slowed down for some oncoming foot traffic.
“I was just thinking about the, uh, Nichols’ story,” he said, temporarily falling in line behind Cas as a group of people passed. He touched the small of Cas’ back out of nowhere, and kept his hand there. Cas’ chest snagged. “The alibi Brent was peddling didn’t feel right.” His voice was soft in Cas’ ear, almost breathy—but brief, and when he pulled up beside Cas again, sidewalk clear, Cas grabbed a shaky glance, but Dean wasn’t watching.
“You, uh, think they have something to do with the black magic we’re seeing?” Cas asked, and his voice managed to pour out level, despite his stomach coming off that quick rollercoaster dip.
“I mean, the house was a little much for a twenty-hour a week gas-slinging gig at the local area Gas n’ Sip, don’t you think?”
It was the most they’d talked about the case all day.
“Fancy,” Cas reiterated, then, “I certainly never would’ve been able to afford that place when I worked there.” For some reason, the comment pulled Dean tight at the joints. “But I couldn’t even afford hourly motels.”
“Well… the hourlies charge more.”
Cas frowned again, started to ask why when Dean squirmed past it. “But, you’re right,” he said. “Doesn’t add up no matter how you flip the numbers.”
“So, do you suspect they’re the source of the black magic, or victims of it?”
They hopped down the curb, checking the way for traffic, and ended up on the grassy side of Spring Street, just down from their motel. Dean popped a piece of gum in his mouth, balled the wrapper, and stuck it back in his pocket instead of tossing it away.
“I suspect there’s something screwy going on,” he said, “and that’s as far as I’ve got.”
He plucked the gum from his mouth a moment later, and flicked it to the bushes, ran a hand down his face. “Sam’s doing backgrounds as we speak. Here’s hoping there’s a smoking gun in there somewhere. But, ‘til we get that, we’re pulling straws.”
The streetlamps kicked on, buzzing like fireflies in the thick night, the light falling on the street in goldweave strings as they hustled past a defunct sporting goods store—hollow bones brick and mortar now. No one missing what used to be inside.
Dean scanned the streets, watched another few strings of dusk foot traffic pass on the left while he chewed his cheeks.
“Did Sam find anything at the morgue?” Cas pressed, because the silence seemed oddly unnerving.
“No—I mean, uh, I don’t know. Haven’t talked to him.”
“I thought we were meeting him.”
Dean’s attention caught up in a little alcove at the end of the street and he gripped his jacket tighter, tucked his chin and let a heavy breath out. “We are,” he said quietly.
“Not at the morgue?”
“Um, no, he’s at the motel,” Dean said, and he sounded nervous. “Waiting to take us.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll find a hex bag, or—”
Dean suddenly shoved Cas’ sideways, off the street and into the alcove, shadows tangling up in the corners of it, all those long witch fingers bleeding to flat black. Castiel grunted, surprised. “What’re you—” and his throat went dry as Dean pushed him into the stuccoed brick backside of a closed Chinese restaurant, hands curling up on both sides of Cas’ jaw, but fingers combing a soft arc “—doing?”
“Nothin’, if you don’t want me to,” Dean whispered, conviction skippy at best. His body was hot against Cas. Heavy and hard. Nothing like April’s… Meg’s… Hannah’s…
The question—and it was a question—coiled in Cas’ belly like a fever dream, but an answer never had a chance of bubbling back out. Because a response would’ve been moot before it ever left his lips. Castiel’s pause was too long to be a no, and his fingers had already found their way to Dean’s waist. They were making note of the way his blue button down clung to his sides, like the tee underneath had been soaking in all that sudden, nervous heat since before they’d ever even left the bar.
And so, Dean brushed their lips together, not a hesitation so much as dipping a toe, and a rush of butterflies went right to Cas’ head without mercy. Cas whimpered without meaning to, and Dean landed the meat of the kiss, hands falling down Cas’ neck and dragging that unruly sensation through. His lips were soft and his cheeks, five o’clock gritty. He worked Cas’ mouth open with a roll of his jaw, and a flirty burst of mint graced Cas with the pass of Dean’s tongue.
Castiel melted into it, fingers curling around the back of Dean’s head as he tried desperately to get a handhold on something. Their hips rolled together. Cas stole himself a handful of Dean’s ass. Felt Dean hard against him as he moved against Cas’ thigh.
Dean’s breath went rocky, like he was fighting some kind of tightrope walk of heavy and thin, and the sound he made was dirty enough to sin. Castiel nosed him, combed fingers through his hair as Dean pulled back. His eyes fell hot on Cas’ mouth. The shadows ate the flush from his face, but not the burning heat of it.
“Now tell me again,” he whispered, voice licking at Cas ear and coming out like gravy. “Tell me again what a kiss feels like.”
Castiel huffed, tried to catch his running brain. He couldn’t help himself, hands still at Dean’s waist, he held him there. The both of them were hard, and neither of them were in a hurry to do anything about it. “I would say… green makes a helluva sound,” he whispered back.
He watched a wicked smile crawl through Dean’s face. “There it is,” Dean hummed, dragging a chill with his thumb from the skin he’d bared at Cas’ side, and chasing it to Cas’ neck with a soft breath, a kiss. “An’ I’m just getting started too.”
Then, he pulled away, the absence of his sticky heat leaving Cas bare. The gravel chewed under Dean’s heels as he headed for the street, pausing only to stoop for the jacket he’d shed at some point on the way. He shook it off, straightened his tie. “Let’s go! We’re late!”
Castiel swallowed, hand to his stomach, and peeled himself from the brick.
I’ve seen a lot of really sad posts about the IPRE crew dying early in the year, who dies and what a difference it makes, all tearjerkers of course. What if one year on the last day, Magnus was like “yknow I’ve always wanted to try something.”
While they’re running from the hunger and the ship is blasting away from the planet say, somewhere near the 20 year range, Magnus is nowhere to be found on the ship. They cleared the hunger and they know they’ll be at the next year turn soon, so everything will reset in about 60 seconds.
20 seconds left, Magnus runs into the control room holding a cactus with a pot and needle-like spines, picked up on the crazy plant-currency based world or something, and gets everyone’s attention. He says, “I’ve always wanted to try this,” and just fuckin,, grabs the whole damn thing, bare ass hands right into it.
Magnus jumps in pain- but it’s cut short as the whole crew resets. No needles in his hand and a black eye, he starts to giggle in triumph. The whole crew is just, staring at him in awe and weird fascination, Taako just snickers in the corner already knowing what the fuck is up.
“Magnus what the FUCK was that?” Lup asks with this crazy, breathy sort of laugh having just watched her friend do something so fuckin whack that she was impressed. He managed to find a way around his impulse control, learning how to dodge pain but still get his questions answered.
After that, it’s just new quest after new impulse at the end of every year. After Magnus in his second year of this decided to swallow a really big rock, Lup went next. She fired off a powerful fireball at her left hand, searing the flesh and leaving a bad smell only seconds later for it to reset in the new plane. She claims now she knows how it is on the receiving end, & that fools don’t play with that shit.
Eventually, the rest of the crew are doing some dumb shit while Davenport steers the ship away. Merle always wanted to be choked out by a vine (‘kinky’ Taako whispers to Lup), Lucretia wanted to stab her hand with a pen before she accidentally did it on a mission, Taako decided to cut his long hair off (how would a pixie look LuLu?) and Barry wanted to drink a flask full of acid. They get really disappointed if they die before the years end impulse-party, where they have to hold off on that thing that may/ may not kill them for another whole year.
Eventually, after having been through so many situations of either joy, annoyance, agony, terror, or happiness, they know exactly which form of death would be the least pleasant, as tailored by their own experiences and worst fears. Some of them are easy, Barry is afraid of drowning, Magnus is terrified of being pulled apart slowly, Lucretia is scared of dying alone in the dark. Merle doesn’t gain a ‘preference’, as he ends up dying at the hands of John most of the time. Taako is claustrophobic and Lup hates heights and falling deaths, though she gets over that when she gains her lich form. Davenport fears failure, but the whole team already knew that despite him never having done a single end of year impulse test.
wow the way that matt when he’s surprised lets out that lil gasp like “ah!” and his eyes get really big and how he always looks confused but in an adorable way and how when he gets excited his new york accent gets really thick and his voice gets all squeaky and how he talks with his hands and he gets all flushed and caught off guard when people compliment him and how he always is so polite with fans and introduces himself and how he gets so nervous when fans ask him for his signature for tattoos cause he doesn’t want to mess it up and how he knows random historical facts and cares so much about this show and alec and malec and wow i just really really love every little thing about matthew quincy daddario
Brown sugar was a smell that had grown to make your heart swell, the familiar scent one that lingered in the air of Chanyeol’s apartment every time you stepped inside. The feeling of the plush carpet of his bedroom floor was now your favorite thing to feel in the morning, second only to his lips on your skin. Hearing his groggy morning voice was your preferred alarm, closely followed by the humming he’d do while he brushed his teeth. Everything about him had grown along you, for a month straight Chanyeol had tightened his grip around your heart more with each word that left his lips. He was unsure and slow, not taking any steps too big to backtrack from should he need to. You knew to anyone else you’d probably seem stupid, staying with someone who couldn’t promise you more than what you were now, a non-relationship relationship with a non-committal boy who got anxious even saying the word boyfriend.
Summary: A one night stand turns into more of a problem when you realise that your professor is your one night stand.
Warnings: mentions of smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal and in mid-twenties!!!), age difference, professor x student relationship
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: im kinda getting my groove back let’s hope it lasts during the week because uni is already making me wanna die (((:
also my cause of death is the second gif GOODBYE
“Just one more shot!” Seemed to be the motto of your night as you insisted you and your friends needed to go partying on one last Friday night before you start for your masters degree.
You weren’t ever the party girl, never really big on drinking, but that all changed when you saw your schedule for the semester. You were going to be cooped up in your room for the next eight months, no doubt about it.
So why not have a little fun while you still can? It can’t hurt, right?
Six tequila shots in and you were quite possibly the happiest person in the club, no, on the Earth. Not a single care in your mind, everything was all about the moment and whatever you laid eyes on in that very moment.
That just so happened to be the exact moment your eyes met a gorgeous pair of cool grey ones. It might’ve been your intoxicated state, but you could’ve sworn that you knew those eyes, that you’ve seen them before.
Your thoughts were pushed aside when the man walked even closer to you, offering to buy you a drink, to which you declined because quite frankly, you didn’t want to yack in front of the gorgeous man in front of you.
His face fell when you denied his offer, but quickly made up for it when you grabbed his hand, pulling him to the crowded (makeshift) dance floor, immediately grinding yourself against him.
His hands were large and warm, splayed against your waist as they moved your body against his, small and breathy moans leaving his mouth every once in a while as his head fell in the crook of your neck.
A few songs later and the next thing you knew you were outside in the alley behind the bar against the wall making out with the handsome stranger you had yet to learn the name of.
“Fuck,” you gasped when his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, undoubtedly working on leaving some type of mark on you, “Sebastian,” you heard him mumble, confusing you.
“What?” You asked, still panting against his face, your arms still laced around his neck, “my name,” he said, “it’s Sebastian,” he repeated as you smirked, crashing your lips against his, “take me home, Sebastian” you whispered in a sultry tone before he grabbed your hand and flagging a cab down.
The cab ride to his place was filled with not-so-subtle touches as you both looked out of your respective windows, trying not to draw any attention to your states, which clearly didn’t work.
Sebastian nearly dragged you out of the cab, quickly paying the driver before bolting into his building to the stairs, “it’s only the second floor,” he assured as you nodded but all you could focus was how broad his shoulders were.
“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, doll,” he growled against your ear the second he had the door closed causing shivers to erupt on your skin as you followed him into the bedroom.
Your head was pounding and every muscle in your body seemed to scream stop when you tried to sit or stand up. When you finally managed to muster up the strength to sit up and open your eyes you realised you were not, in fact, in your own bed.
You gasped when you saw a man beside you, cursing when you couldn’t remember his name, even though it was right on the tip of your tongue. You checked your phone and found that it had thirty percent and you nearly cheered out loud.
Quickly pulling on your clothes you took one last look at the very handsome sleeping man before walking out of his apartment, and making the walk to yours.
Monday came sooner than you wanted it to, but your weekend was eventful and you couldn’t be happier at making the choice to go out on Friday. Your friends had pried every single detail from your night when you got home. You told them everything you could remember, but leaving out some of the more graphic details.
You still couldn’t remember his name, you tried looking through your contacts to see if he maybe added his number, but nothing. It was still on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your mind, but you just couldn’t get it out.
Either way, you knew you had to push the man out of your thoughts as you rushed to get ready for your first class. You hit snooze just one too many times and you were running behind. Figuring you’d have to skip on breakfast you grabbed a granola bar before rushing out of your apartment.
You lived practically right beside campus, thankfully, so when you stepped on campus and saw your building you were relieved, it was the first day of classes as well, it shouldn’t be a problem if you’re a little late, right?
It was weird being on campus and in your mid-twenties surrounded by young eighteen year olds scurrying to find their classes, you almost laughed remembering your own panic when you had to find your classes as a freshman.
Walking into the large building you quickly descended the stairs and into the basement before walking down to the end of the hall finally reaching the lecture hall and pulling the doors open, stumbling in.
The room was quite, so quite as you clumsily stumbled in. Every single pair of eyes was on you as you made your way to the only seemingly empty seat at the front of the hall, slumping down in your seat.
“As I was saying,” a male voice caught your attention, “my name is Dr. Stan, but you can call me Sebastian,” your heart dropped to your stomach as you slowly lifted your head to meet the same blue eyes, both your jaws tensing.
“Let’s begin,” Sebastian said, his eyes lingering on yours for a second longer before turning to grab the textbook.
“You slept with your professor!” Nat screeched, howling laughter continuing as you buried your head into the couch cushion as she continued laughing at your misery, “it’s not funny, we could both get in serious trouble,” you told her, sitting up as she raised a brow.
“And why should anyone find out?” She questioned as you sighed, “I don’t know…” you trailed off realising just how paranoid you were being, “you’re both adults and you slept with him before you even knew he was gonna be teaching you,” she said, reassuring you as you nodded your head, slumping back against the couch.
“I can’t even look at him without turning into a tomato,” you groaned as Nat let out another loud laugh, “you have leverage now,” she grinned mischievously as you rolled her eyes, “you’re ridiculous,” you laughed as she shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink.
Your first class with Dr. Stan, or Sebastian as he preferred, was awkward nonetheless. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, barely making any notes as your mind screamed you’ve seen him naked! over and over again.
It’s true though, whatever he was doing, you could picture him doing it naked, as gross, disturbing, and wrong as that sounded you just couldn’t help yourself. You knew he must’ve been uncomfortable as well because he would cough or stumble on his words every time his eyes landed on yours.
Thankfully you didn’t have another one of his lectures until Thursday, hopefully you’d be able to push aside what happened and be professional. You’d just have to wait and see.
You stood at his desk looking everywhere and anywhere other than him his words ringing in your mind, “Miss. [Y/L/N], may I have a word with you?” His voice just kept replaying in your mind, psyching yourself out for what he was going to say.
You heard the door close as the last student was finally out, leaving just you and Sebastian, “so,” he said, clearing his throat as you finally looked up at him, almost out of reflex.
God he was gorgeous. Dark brown locks brushed neatly behind his ears, his piercing blue eyes looking directly at you, his tailed suit hugging every curve of his body, no wonder you slept with him in the first place.
“I just wanted to talk to you about, well,” he chuckled nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he looked at his feet. He was just as nervous about this as you, possibly more.
“It’s okay,” you said quietly, his head shooting up at the sound of your voice, “neither of us knew you’d be teaching me and we were both a little intoxicated,” you assured him with a small smile he mimicked.
“Right,” he spoke, “it doesn’t have to be weird at all,” even you knew that was a lie. Neither of you could look at each other without being flustered and neither of you were good at covering up your emotions.
“It’s probably gonna be a little weird,” you laughed as he laughed as well, tipping his head to the side as he admired you, “that was a great night,” he whispered as both your laughter died down.
Your breath hitched as he said that, a wave of arousal flowing through you as you remembered what you both did that night, “it’s illegal,” you warned, although you didn’t sound too convincing, “it wasn’t on that night,” he smirked as you straightened up, gaining some confidence.
“Well, Dr. Stan,” you spoke in a fake preppy tone, “I must warn you that you’re venturing into some very dangerous waters,” now your tone was much more sultry than anything. You watched as he took a few steps towards you, his eyes much darker than when you first started talking to them.
“Careful, Miss [Y/L/N], you don’t wanna start something you can’t finish,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your face, “who says I can’t finish it?” You smirked as he bit his lip, trying his hardest not to take you right then and there.
The sound of voices outside the lecture hall made both you and Sebastian jump back just in time for the door to open and a new group of students came pouring in, “see you on Monday, Sebastian,” you smiled, returning to your normal voice before spinning on the heels of your feet and walking out of the hall.
The second you were outside you let out a large sigh, you were in deep and there was no way anyone was coming out of this unscathed. Fuck.
A/N: this is gonna be a mini-series so there’s gonna be more parts I promise!!
There may have been fourteen players on the field but Draco only had eyes
for one. Fast, lean, focused, Potter was like a bullet the way he shot across
the Quidditch pitch. The other seeker didn’t stand a chance.
“No wonder you didn’t want me to come,” Blaise
said from beside Draco, breaking him from his trance.
It was true –
he didn’t want Blaise to come. Some of the eighth years had set up their own
Quidditch club. Draco wasn’t a part of it, of course, but that didn’t mean he
didn’t wake up ridiculously early every morning so he could watch them, well, Potter, play.
Draco, of course – he had the worst luck, made the
mistake of stepping on that creaking
floorboard by Blaise’s bed – he usually avoided it but the early starts had
started to make his brain a little foggy.
Blaise hadn’t been too happy at being awoken before
the sun itself, but the more Draco pushed for him to go back to sleep, the more
curious he had become. In the end, he insisted Draco take him with him.
Draco forced his eyes to land on another player before
replying. "What do you mean by that?“
Draco kept his face straight ahead, avoiding Blaise’s
knowing eyes. “I enjoy Quidditch.”
“Maybe you enjoy it a little too much.”
Draco averted his eyes as Potter flew into his line of
vision. That was hardly his fault. He turned to Blaise. “I don’t know what
Blaise smirked. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” Blaise jerked
his head out to the field. “Heads up, lover boy.”
Draco turned back to find Potter hurtling towards
them, the snitch at the edge of the pitch where they sat in the stands. With
his Quidditch robes flying behind him and a fierce determination in his eyes,
Potter looked like a dream. In fact, Draco had had this very dream, maybe with
a few minor adjustments to the rest of Potter’s clothing. (What clothing?)
Potter’s hand closed around the snitch – close enough that Draco could
have leaned forward and snatched it up himself – and a low hissing sound
escaped his mouth. Draco felt the sound in his entire body.
Potter twisted his broom with ease, avoiding impact with the stand, and
flew back to his team, his hand raised high, showing off his win.
Draco slumped back – he had somehow found himself at
the very tip of his seat, leaning into the pitch. His heart pounded against his
chest, as if it wished to escape.
“What was that?”
Draco waved a hand dismissively, focusing on calming
his heartbeat. “It’s parseltongue. Potter use to – does speak it.”
“That’s not what I –“ Blaise paused. His voice
grew mocking. “Oh no.”
Draco looked over to Blaise, alarmed. “What?”
Blaise smiled – it stretched over his face slowly. “You
liked that, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t!” Draco crossed his legs nervously. He
immediately regretted it when Blaise’s eyes were drawn to the action, widening
at the implication.
“You did!” Blaise clapped his hands together. He was
enjoying this. “You pervert! Potter’s snake tongue has got you all hot and
“You’re being ridiculous,” Draco insisted. “Why would –
“ Draco spotted Potter flying back up to the stand and his voice faltered. The
snitch was nowhere to be seen.
Blaise leaned into Draco to whisper: “Better keep your
Draco blushed. “I AM NOT HA - Potter!” Draco yelled as
Potter approached. “Good catch.” Great
form. Amazing body.
Potter dismounted his broom, considerably less gracefully
then he flew. “Thanks, Malfoy” he said, one hand coming up to rub the back of
his neck. “I didn’t know you were - I mean, did you want to play? Is that why
you’re here? Because I can – “
“I’m fine,” Draco interrupted. He didn’t fancy making
a fool of himself.
“Draco prefers to watch,” Blaise added. Draco shot him
a murderous look. Blaise. Was. Dead.
Luckily, Potter didn’t catch on to the meaning. He
shuffled on the spot. “Oh, okay then. If you change your mind, let – “
“Why do you - when you - why do you do that?” Draco
blurted out before Potter could leave.
Potter tilted his head, staring at Draco intently with
puckered eyebrows, confusion clear on his face.
“He means why do you speaks parseltongue when you
catch the snitch,” Blaise translated.
Potter’s face relaxed; he laughed sheepishly. “You
heard that? It’s just something that happens when I’m not concentrating on what
I’m saying.” Potter paused to think about it. “You know, when I’m reacting
“Reacting instinctively hmm?” Blaise repeated, his
whole face alight. “That must happen quite a bit huh, Potter?” Blaise said with
a painfully obvious wink, nudging Draco as he did.
“Yeah, actually, it’s – “ Blaise’s implication must
have hit Potter a second too late. He fumbled over his words. “What are you -
Oh I didn’t mean - that’s not - I mean, you don’t need to - um.” Potter closed
his mouth firmly, a blush creeping over his cheeks. Draco could see the cogs in
Potter’s mind working overtime, trying to find an escape. Draco felt quite the
same way. Blaise was worse than dead.
“I should get back to the team,” Potter said, after a
telling pause, mounting his broom.
“Bye, Potter,” Blaise said sweetly. “Draco looks
forward to the opportunity to hear your parseltongue once more.”
Potter hissed again, low and breathy. Draco didn’t
require a translation to know Potter was swearing.
“He means during Quidditch,” Draco quickly covered up,
crossing his legs tighter and internally vowing to destroy Blaise for the most
mortifying experience of his life.
“No I – “
Draco clapped a hand over Blaise’s mouth before he
could ruin Draco’s day further. Draco tried to smile at Potter, his face
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Potter said, his face
just as aflame as Draco’s. “Our next Quidditch meet,” he explained when Draco
Draco nodded a little too enthusiastically once he
understood Potter’s meaning, already anticipating the next time he might hear
Potter make that hissing sound again. “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Potter.”
request:“Hey I loved your Tom smut I was wondering if you would write something
where the reader accidentally calls him Peter during sex and is super
embarrassed but he’s kind of into it” (requested by anon)
short summary: ^^
length: 1.3k words (sorry it’s kinda shorter than i envisioned tbh :/)
warnings: none it’s p straightforward
A/N: i’m ngl i laughed as I was writing this like this whole concept just busts my chops lol enjoy (also i kept listening to what’s my name as i wrote this hah shoutout to rihanna my queen)
The time that you’d been spending with Tom in New York was everything you dreamed of and more. Having never been to the city before, it was quite the adventure and you were always happy to be with your boyfriend before one of you had to jet off for work or school.
A/N: And here it is! Finally, part two of Ignored Warnings. This is the final part and I won’t be adding more. :) As always, it’s full of filth and nothing but. I hope you enjoy~
“Have we learned our lesson?” Slowly, you opened your eyes to look up at him. His thumb was still deep in your mouth, fucking slowly in and out as you wrapped your tongue and lips around him. You pulled back slowly, dragging your teeth against the digit lightly till he was free, letting him pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger again while he waited for you to answer.
“What lesson would that be… oppa?”
Silence fell upon the two of you at your question, the sheer cheekiness of it making Jungkook pause to figure out if you were truly wanting to go down the path that was laid before you.
“Wanna try that one more time?”
“I don’t think I stuttered, Sir…”
Any further words were cut off as Jungkook was suddenly moving, ripping his headphone set from his ears to slam down roughly on his keyboard, pushing himself out of his chair as he grabbed you firmly by the neck to pull you to your feet. Your hands flew up to grab his wrist, breath once again being choked out of you by the grip he had around your throat. You winced at the pressure, lifting your gaze up to meet his. Head tilted back, he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you tried to swallow, his lips slowly lifting into an amused smirk. His treatment of you was rough, but fuck did you love it. Your whine was delicious, at once both a plea for breath and for him to use your body. He pulled you closer to him, leaning down till your noses touched and he could look you straight in the eyes as he laid a feathery soft kiss on your lips.
“I see you’ve chosen the difficult route tonight, sweetheart. That’s fine with me. You’ll need to be sure to call in to work tomorrow, though.”
You were given all of two seconds before he had released his grip on you, instead slipping his hands under your arms and into your armpits to toss you back onto the bed, quickly reaching out for your waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees once you had finished bouncing from the force of his throw. He pushed your head down into the mattress, leaving your ass sticking up and into the air. You’d worn simple leggings tonight and he took full advantage of that, pulling them down your ass and over your thighs, taking your underwear with it.
“You asked for this. Safe word?” he asked, nodding once as you whispered out “Catfish” before you felt the first slap on your cheeks, the sting of his hit immediately blossoming over your skin as your nerves cried out. He pulled his hand back to smack you again and again, alternating his hits on either cheek, the slaps ringing out loudly in his room. Your moans were louder though, muffled as they were into the bed with his hand still keeping you pushed down. He rubbed the hand that had been smacking you onto your red skin, fingers gripping the flesh tightly to give it a considering shake before he let it go, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs.
“Fuck, your skin is so pretty when it’s all covered in red.”
“Yes, Sir,” you moaned in agreement, fingers digging into the fabric of his comforter as Jungkook continued to soothe your smarting skin.
“Is that why you decided to be a disobedient little slut tonight?” He emphasized his question with a new set of smacks, the force of them bringing tears to your eyes as you gasped with each hit.
“No? Then why did you decide to keep going?”
“Because…” you trailed off, losing your train of thought as he purposefully ran the tips of his fingers over your skin till they were ever so slightly tracing the wet slick of your folds. Your failure to respond had him tsking, landing a heavy slap on your pussy lips.
“Pay attention, sweetheart, or I’ll be making this worse than it’s already become due to your fucking around.” You pouted into the comforter, nodding your understanding. “Start over.”
“Yes, Sir.” You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he returned to his teasing of your lips.
“Tell Sir why you’re being a disobedient slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” you said, adopting a more meek tone. He approved of your submission, fingers dipping down to slide through your folds along your slit. “I’ve been a disobedient slut because I was bored.”
“Hmm, I already knew that. That’s why I gave your mouth something to do, no?”
“Yes, Sir, but I knew that you’d go right back to your game if I didn’t keep disobeying you.”
“Are you that needy, sweetheart?” He sounded disappointed and it left you feeling an odd mix of shame and annoyance. The annoyance won though, making you squirm from under his controlling hand to glare at him as best you could.
“You were gone for weeks! And then when you come home, you don’t even pay attention to me! All I wanted–” Jungkook silenced your complaining with a sharp pinch to your inner thigh, making you gasp and whine at the pain.
“You’re quite the mouthy little bitch tonight, aren’t you?” Your pout returned in full force, your eyes telling Jungkook quite loudly how displeased you were even though you kept silent. He couldn’t quite help the chuckle that left him at your expression, choosing to answer your accusations by slipping a finger inside of you, making you squirm at the sudden intrusion. “I am sorry, sweetheart, that I had to be gone so long, but is that any excuse to act like a child?” Your senses were all tuned towards his finger that was slowly sinking into you, his hand rocking in and out of your hole in a steady rhythm. Your lack of immediate response had him sliding his fingers through your hair to grip it harshly, giving it a rough shake as he pulled his finger from you to swat your cunt again, pulling a loud yelp from you at the arousing pain. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
“It’s not okay for me to act like a child, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, nodding his approval that you spotted from the corner of your eye as he pushed your head back down into the bed. His fingers returned to your pussy, this time sliding two of them into your dripping center, making you moan in contentment at feeling a bit more full. You desperately wanted more, but you knew the wait was going to be the best part of your night. Your ass wiggled subconsciously, trying to push back onto his fingers that he was keeping still inside of you.
“Sweetheart,” he warned, shoving his hand into you hard enough to make you gasp, “Are you really trying to cum? Don’t you think you deserve to be punished for your misbehavior?” You opened your eyes to look at him as best you could, vision slightly obscured his veiny forearm that was keeping your head still against the bed. He was looking at your ass and pussy, watching how your juices dribbled out of your lips and onto his fingers from where he was still thrusting them into you. Your silence had him flicking his gaze over to you, meeting your slightly glazed eyes with a quirked brow and an impatient look.
“I thought…,” you began, voice muffled into the covers and breathy as he purposefully curled his fingers inside of you, the pads of them rubbing teasingly against your G-spot. You took a deep breath, eyes rolling as pleasure shot through you when he pressed harder against the nerves. “I thought I was already being punished, Sir?”
He chuckled at you, pulling his hand loose from your pussy to push your thighs apart further, opening you completely. He wasted no time as he sunk his fingers back into your dripping hole, this time using three as they slipped in to the knuckle with absolutely zero resistance from how wet you had become. He kept them still for a few seconds, relishing how you gasped and coughed at the increased intrusion, a broken moan leaving you as your back unconsciously arched, pushing your ass against his hand to try to get his fingers deeper again. He began to scissor his fingers, enjoying the wall your walls clenched tightly around him, body already quivering under the pleasure you were feeling. Slowly, he began to thrust the digits into you, withdrawing them only enough for you to feel the impact of them entering you each time. It was just enough to drive you crazy, his fingers just lightly brushing over your spot with each thrust. You were quickly losing yourself, hips beginning to rock back into his hand again, your moans spilling out of you faster than you could try to keep them quiet.
“Oh no,” Jungkook said, pulling you back to reality, as he gave a particularly rough thrust of his hand, strong enough to push your body up the bed a few inches. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He didn’t elaborate further, instead choosing to slip a fourth finger into your sopping cunt, the thrusting motions of his hand sounding lewdly wet in your ears. He focused his attention on your body, keeping track of how your walls began to contract around his fingers more tightly and more often, your climax steadily approaching even without any attention to your clit. He decided to tease you further, swiping his thumb over your engorged clit, making you whine loudly. He kept up the occasional swipes, your whimpers and whines getting louder with each swipe till you were practically crying, the edge so dangerously near but out of your reach at his hands.
“I need to cum!” He chuckled down at you, pressing his thumb harshly onto your clit and holding it there, making you gasp before you tried to buck your hips into the pressure. He pulled back quickly, removing his touch from you while his fingers kept pumping into you. Your moan of frustration was loud but did nothing to make him give you pity.
“You want to cum, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir!” you cried, nodding under the hand that had been keeping you pinned the whole time. He hummed consideringly, making you tense up as you waited for his decision. You felt only disappointment, however, as he gave a firm “no” before he was pressing against your clit again, the pressure driving you crazy.
“You don’t get to cum till I say. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” You pouted but agreed to listen to your Sir’s orders, pulling all your thoughts away from the thumb that was rubbing rough circles into your clit, trying to focus on anything else other than the pleasure that was making your body sing and crawl ever closer to release. You fought against the need of your body, fingers digging into the bed as you began to shake, nerves twitching. There was silence between the two of you, broken only by your gasped moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy being worked by his fingers as you continued to fight off your climax, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle. Jungkook could feel you getting tighter around him and he sped up his hand in response, pressing his thumb more insistently into your clit as he rubbed tight circles over it.
“Don’t you cum yet, sweetheart. I can feel you getting closer.”
“I’m trying!” you cried, tears beginning to leak down your cheeks, your emotions and body at war.
“I’ll be so disappointed if you cum….” Jungkook’s tone was bordering on sad, and although you knew he was putting it on just to push you more, you felt a new resolve fill you, forcefully shoving your high back down, feeling the tendrils of pleasure lessen slightly. Your determination was admirable, but Jungkook had other plans and they depended on you failing.
With the hand that held a tight grip on your hair, he finally released the pressure keeping you pinned to the mattress, instead pulling on the locks roughly, bringing you to quickly plant your hands under you to keep your weight up. He kept his hold on you tight, like a pair of reins, to keep you still for him as he leaned towards you. Your eyes were shut as you panted hard, your bottom lip being worried harshly between your teeth as you continued to deny your body the release it was begging for. He watched you for a few moments, enjoying the way sweat had formed on your skin, mixing with the tears that were running down your cheeks in steady streams now. He leaned in closer, licking a wide line up the side of your cheek, catching your sweat and tears on his tongue before he began to pepper your cheek with wet kisses. You gasped, eyes flying open to look at him out of your peripheral, seeing the cheeky grin he was sporting. He didn’t give you time to protest, maneuvering around the arm that was keeping you still to bite hard onto your shoulder before he nipped his way up to your ear, pulling the lobe between his ears, hot and heavy breaths hitting your skin and making you shiver.
“Sir!” you moaned, trying to pull your head away from his lips, but the grip on your hair tightened, shaking you once roughly to remind you to be still. “But, Sir! I’ll cum if you do that!”
“So, don’t cum.” Such a simple thing, really, and Jungkook delivered it to you as such, muffled against your skin as he busied himself with marking it in conjunction with the hand that was still thrusting into your throbbing core. The added sensations were too much. You shook your head, whining pitifully as you tried to stop your orgasm. And then his thrusts into your pussy were suddenly coming too fast and he whipped your head towards him so he could latch his mouth onto yours, his tongue fucking your mouth as the band inside you gave up, your climax hitting you like a tidal wave. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, as your body shook under the force of your orgasm, limbs twitching erratically. He didn’t let up, keeping you pressed against his lips as his hand continued to rub your now over-sensitive clit, ignoring your muffled pleas for him to stop. Your tears began afresh, your body too sensitive to handle his continued ministrations, and you latched onto his arm, nails digging into his skin to make him stop. He ignored the pain on his arm, choosing to instead grab you by the throat to pull you back for him to watch you, his fingers still thrusting wildly into you, your clit being continuously rubbed by his palm.
Your tears had turned to sobs as your body twitched and shook under the ministrations of his fingers, your mouth hung open as your eyes began to roll from the sensitivity and lack of airflow from his hand on your neck. Finally, finally, he stopped the hand that was thrusting into your swollen pussy and pulled away from you, letting his grip on you go so you could collapse to the bed, hard sobs leaving you in panting gasps.
“Hmm. You came, sweetheart. Even though I told you not to.” He slowly extracted his hand from your still twitching core, holding his hand up so he could see how utterly drenched and covered it had become in your juices. Your legs shook once before they slowly slid down, leaving you lying flat on your stomach, head turned towards Jungkook so you could see him inspecting his hand. He looked away from it with a sigh, looking down at you with a frown. “You’ve disappointed me.” You could only nod, a soundless ‘sorry’ on your lips as you continued to try to get your breath back, the inhales shaky from the sobs still leaving you. Wordlessly, he brought his messy hand down to your level, his order unspoken yet crystal clear. You opened your mouth wide, pulling the four of his fingers into your mouth as best you could, tongue wrapping around them to suck your juices off of the digits.
“I’m going to have to punish you more now. You’re practically begging for me to ruin you tonight.” You nodded, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers as you kept your eyes locked on him. You were prepared for the slap that landed on your ass the next second, taking care not to bite down on the fingers in your mouth as your body jumped at the new pain. He continued swatting your ass, no less intense from having to use his opposite hand and making you groan with each slap. You could feel yourself getting ready again, so ready for him to finally just fuck you, but when your Sir wanted to waste time, he was extremely good at it.
Besides, he was absolutely right. You needed to be ruined by him now.
He pulled his hand free from your mouth and moved away, moving to the other side of the bed so he could grab two handfuls of your leggings and underwear, roughly pulling them down the rest of your legs and over to the side. He delivered another slap to your ass, using both hands to smack your skin before he grabbed both cheeks firmly, fingers digging in as he pulled them apart to look at pussy and asshole. He grinned at how red and inflamed the skin was, shaking the flesh in his hands to enjoy how your ass jiggled in his grip. He gave another slap before his hands were on your legs, flipping them over and using the momentum to help twist your upper body, too. When you were on your back he tugged on your shirt.
You moved quickly but shakily, pushing yourself up onto to your ass, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You paused at the lacy bra you’d worn, looking up at Jungkook for direction. He was stood at the bed, hand slowly palming himself through his sweats as he waited for you. At your silent question he cocked his head, looking over your body from head to toe before he motioned for you to take the bra off, too. As soon as you’d unhooked the underwear and tossed it to the side, he was moving, pushing you back down onto the bed.
“Hands under your bottom. Now.” You slid your hands close to your body, lifting your ass enough to slide your hands directly under it, palms up so that you were holding your own stinging cheeks as you let your weight fall back down. When you’d settled into a pleasing position, Jungkook moved, pulling off his sweats and the undershirt he’d been wearing with it, getting onto the bed, swinging his leg over you to straddle your chest. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the sight of his freshly engorged cock, seeing a bead of precum beginning to form at the slit on his head. You flicked your eyes up to his face, sniffing through your slowing tears as you waited to know what to do next.
“Open that whore mouth of yours, sweetheart.” You spread wide your mouth eagerly, opening your lips as far as you could as you kept your eyes locked on his. Your Sir loved to simply watch you when he had you in such a position, enjoying the way saliva would pool in your mouth but like a good girl, you refused to swallow, letting the drool escape to run down your face. It made for an easier time in taking him deep into your throat as well, an added bonus that you saw and experienced the benefit of many times before. Your throat was already raw from him fucking it earlier, but you were practically vibrating at the chance to have him on your tongue again.
This time was no different, Jungkook taking his time to drink in the sight of you lying so submissively under him, mouth literally drooling for his cock. As the spit began to pool, he dipped his fingers into your mouth, letting them rest on your tongue. He pressed down on your tongue once before he pushed them deeper and down into your throat, making you gag once around them as he triggered the reflex. He repeated the motion, beginning to thrust his digits in and out of your mouth in imitation of what was to come again.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth again, sweetheart. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me. Understood?” He waited for you to nod before he pulled his fingers from your mouth, wrapping them around his dick to get it wet. He wiped the excess off on your cheek, dipping a thumb back into your mouth quickly to get more to rub into the skin. “Such a pretty sight,” he sighed happily, giving your wet cheek several firm pats before grabbing his dick in his hand to line it up with your mouth, pushing his hips forward.
His dick was immediately heavy on your tongue, the taste of him lighting up your senses as you couldn’t help but groan when he gave you no time to get used to his girth, pushing deep into your already sore throat. Your muscles contracted around him, choked gags escaping you as his dick triggered your gagging reflex again. He held himself there, watching as you pushed yourself into a state of calm, breath held as he blocked your airways. He gently ran a hand over your hair, praising you silently for being such a good cock slut for him. He leaned forward, holding himself as he positioned his knees better around your shoulders as he began to rock his hips down, starting slowly before picking up his speed.
You could do nothing but lay there, your mouth and throat full of your Sir’s dick as he thrust into you. Your breath was inaccessible under his command, your eyes watering with fresh tears at the pain in your throat and the constriction of your chest. His eyes were locked on your face, watching as his dick disappeared down your obedient throat over and over again, the sweat beginning to form on his own skin from the exertion. You kept your eyes on him as best you could, wincing and moaning, but trying so desperately to please him. You felt you were doing a pretty good job of it, too, as his moans began to increase with each thrust, his eyes beginning to slip shut as he lost himself to the sensation of your throat clenching around him.
Breath soon became too big of an issue though, your eyes beginning to roll as you disobeyed his orders to reach a hand up to dig into the muscle of his ass. His eyes snapped open at the sharp pain of your nails, his hips immediately stilling before he pulled back completely, his dick leaving your gaping mouth with a thick trail of saliva still connected to it. Your breaths returned, choked and heaving as you coughed and tried to suck in as much as possible. Jungkook’s own breaths were heavier, his eyes heavily lidded with this lust as he both made sure you were okay and enjoyed the way you were an absolute mess from his fucking your mouth.
He scooted back to allow your head room to move, gently running the tips of his fingers over your spit-wet cheeks before he was patting you roughly. He smiled down at you as he did, making you smile back in return, even as the sharp, little swats to your cheeks had your eyes wincing shut. He leaned down, curving his back so he could rest his forehead on yours, your heavy breaths mingling as the two of you tried to gain a bit of composure.
“T-thank you, Sir,” you managed to gasp out when your sore throats allowed you to. Jungkook pulled back just far enough for you to see his smirk before he leaned back in, settling his mouth against your ear.
“Punishment’s not over, sweetheart.”
You knew this would be the case, but you still pouted once before he was reaching down to grab you by the throat again, pulling up on you as he swung his leg back over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees as he spread your legs wide enough till he was pleased. He climbed back behind you, settling on his knees as his hands smoothed over the skin of your ass contemplatively. You braced yourself for the heavy, painful swats you knew were coming, biting your lip hard as your Sir landed the first of multiple open-handed smacks on your now bruising skin.
Sitting would be an issue for a good few days. God, how you loved that.
Your moans picked up in frequency as your arms grew weak, your elbows shaking as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your strength left you when his hand landed on your pussy next, making you yelp, your arms buckling as you dove face first into his comforter to muffle the loud moan that spilled from your lips.
“Nuh-uh. Up, sweetheart. Now.” Jungkook’s tone was sharp, his left hand sliding up your back to wind your messy locks around his fingers, tugging sharply to pull you back up onto your hands, his hand holding you still like reigns on a wild horse as you bucked and tried to escape the dual pain of the tugging on your scalp and his palm on your ass.
You were crying from the pain when Jungkook finally stopped, your moans having turned to pleas and whines for him to have mercy on your abused skin. Your safe word never passed your lips, though, reassuring Jungkook that you were enjoying the punishment he was unleashing on your stubborn ass. He sighed, leaning back on his heels as he forced your back to arch with the grip he kept on your hair. He listened to your sobs for several seconds, gathering himself before he pushed back up to his knees, leaning down enough to let you feel his breath on your shoulders.
“Time for me to fuck you, sweetheart. Your disobedient pussy obviously needs a complete lesson tonight, hmm?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you whispered out, widening your legs just a slight bit more to open yourself for the heavy dick you felt pressed against your stinging and hot flesh. You felt Jungkook’s free hand slide up the length of your pussy, sinking all four of his fingers in to get his hand wet before pulling out, wrapping his slick covered hand over his dick, mixing your juices with the precum that spilled from his head. He gripped himself steadily, gently rubbing his dick up and down your wet, dripping lips, making your body shiver when he pressed against your aching clit.
When he finally slid in, it was with little time for you to process being suddenly filled, his hips thrusting into you hard, the sound of your skin hitting his sounding out loudly in his room. Your moan was immediate, though quickly hushed as he pulled his hips back to thrust back into you again in a hard and rough shove, your breath skipping at the force. His hand in your hair tightened its grip, pulling your head further back as Jungkook began to pick up the speed of his thrusts, doing his best to keep his force the same.
His dick ramming into you was an interesting mix of pain and pleasure, the drag of him against your walls making you shiver before he was hitting too deep. Your tears began to spring fresh, whines all that you could manage as your Sir used your pussy, fucking you hard enough to make you begin regretting being such a brat. But the painful pleasure of it all sated your needs just perfectly, your eyes rolling as your body constantly readjusted itself to keep stable under the force of his hips ramming into yours.
You could feel your second orgasm approaching, but you knew you’d need attention to your clit to cum. You chanced reaching a hand between your legs, but Jungkook’s hand in your hair reared you back further, shaking you in rebuke as he landed another heavy slap onto your bruised ass.
“You’ll cum when I say you can cum, sweetheart. If you cum too early again, I’ll leave you like this the whole night.”
“I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll be good; I promise!”
He didn’t respond to your words, instead shaking you a second time before he was pushing down on the middle of your back, forcing you down onto your face as he got up to his feet, keeping crouched low enough to keep his dick in your pussy. The new position had him reaching even further into you, the stretch against your walls making your moans grow louder again as he began to thrust back into you again. Your body was his to control, his hands grabbing you firmly by the hips as he kept you where he wanted, pulling you back when you’d been moved forward from the rock of his hips.
You needed to cum. You knew your Sir could tell from the way hisses were leaving his mouth, his focus narrowing in on the way your walls were contracting more and more steadily on his dick. He undoubtedly needed to cum, too, but the stubbornness that thrived between the two of you always made him want to draw things out as long as possible. Your whines mixed with sobs were all that you could hear, your hearing starting to turn into a high pitched ringing as Jungkook forced your body closer and closer to your high, leaving you wanting as he refused to allow you the relief you so desperately needed on your clit.
“Do you need to cum, sweetheart?” he asked between his thrusts, grunting loudly when you flexed your walls tightly, making his hips stutter slightly.
“You know what to do.”
If there was one aspect of this relationship you’d not expected, it would be how much Jungkook loved to hear you beg. Your pleas weren’t just simple things but were full of the dirtiest promises and wishes, your words always working to push him closer to his own climax, making him feel generous enough to let you have relief. It was all about stroking his ego, something you’d mastered in your time with him. You prepared yourself now, inhaling deeply before you began.
“Please, Sir! Please let me cum! I know I was a disobedient slut tonight, but I really, really want you to fill me up with you cum and then let me keep it in me while I cum. Please–oh fuck, oh fuck–Sir!”
“Sir!” you whined, pitching your voice higher as you grabbed hold of his comforter, needing the stabilization as he suddenly picked up speed. “Please let your disobedient slut cum! I’m sorry I was such a bad whore!”
“Rub yourself. Now.”
You wasted no time, sliding a shaky arm between your trembling legs, your body practically singing with relief as soon as your fingers pressed against your aching clit. It only took a few circles of your fingers for your body to suddenly seize, your orgasm washing over you suddenly, making you gasp before your sobs began anew. Your Sir continued fucking you through your high, the pleasurable relief racing through your body making you unable to process anything further as you cried from the sensations traveling through your body.
The strong and powerful twitching of your pussy walls creating a vice grip on his dick finally broke Jungkook a few moments later, a loud whine passing from his own lips as he thrust back into you at a stuttering pace. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum hitting your sore walls, filling you up just as you’d begged him to. He collapsed back to his knees when he’d finished, slipping out of you as he leaned back on his hands, his chest heaving as he tried to even out his breathing. The two of you were silent in the wake of your mutual orgasms, your sobs quieting down to hiccups.
Amidst the ringing in your ears and the heavy pants of your breath, you could hear Jungkook’s low chuckles before you felt his hands pat your trembling thighs. “Good job, sweetheart. You took your punishment very well tonight.” You mumbled a thank you, unable to fully form the words, knowing he understood you quite well as he pushed himself from the bed, grabbing his sweat to slide back on. Your legs finally gave up their fight when he began to walk back towards the computer desk, the heavy plopping of them against the mattress making him turn back to shoot you a cocky smirk one more time.
“Sorry, guys! Had some business to attend to,” you heard him say when he’d sat down, pulling his headset back on over his head. You slowly turned your head just enough to see him blurrily out of your peripheral vision, brows furrowing as you saw him freeze. “…I thought I did press mute…? How much did you guys hear?” He spun around in his seat, his eyes wide as he met your slowly narrowing ones. But then he let his gaze travel the length of your thoroughly used body, his lips quirking into that goddamned smirk you hated so much because it always worked to send a new thrill of lust through your body, no matter what. “Well, we’re glad you guys enjoyed the show, aren’t we, sweetheart?” You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but from the way Jungkook’s eyes were glittering you knew that’d be the worst idea possible.
Jeon Jungkook of BTS x reader (Y/N) smut. Plain and simple.
Halloween, your favourite time of the year. You had always loved dressing up, even as a little girl. Your family had always hosted a Halloween party and just because you were now an adult and off at school, it didn’t mean you were going to stop the party. Hell no. If anything, you knew it’d be crazier than any party your parents could throw, after all, it’d be full of young adults getting drunk in fancy dress and no doubt fucking in any corner they could. You made a mental note to lock your bedroom door before people started to turn up.
Most of your housemates had gone off to different parties around the city and only one remained, Taehyung. He had been almost as excited for the party as you and insisted on helping you plan and set it all up. He also insisted you went in matching outfits, dressed as an old-fashioned couple he saw in a painting in the loft that thoroughly creeped him out. That painting was now the pride of place above the drinks table for the duration of Halloween month, as you called it. Taehyung hadn’t entered the living room since you put it up and it always amused you seeing him avoid it at all costs.
“Get the door Y/N!” Taehyung yelled from his room where he was well, you didn’t know what but you didn’t want to even question it after the last time you did and he went into explicit detail about the fantasy he was having while masturbating.
You groaned but dragged yourself to answer the front door, having barely heard it over the music you had playing.
On the other side of the door stood a male with dark hair and brown, doe eyes. He was wearing a pizza delivery uniform, a piece of paper in his hands.
“You’re early.” You mumbled, taking in his outfit. “Pizza delivery guy, huh? Honestly never seen that one before.” You mused, flashing the attractive stranger a grin. He blinked a few times then showed you the paper. “Wait, you’re actually a delivery guy?”
“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “Am I at the wrong place?”
“No, I just wasn’t aware we ordered anything. One sec.” You backed up into the hallway to stand at the bottom of the stairs. “Yah! Did you order pizza?!” You yelled. Taehyung grunted back a yes in response, sounded breathless. “Ew.” You shuddered and returned tot he door. “Guess you definitely are.” She looked at the paper, reading the order. “How fucking much did he order?”
“Having a party, I assume?” He chuckled, looking at your outfit up and down.
“Nah, I just like dressing like a sexually frustrated Victorian woman in my spare time.” He let out a breath of understanding.
“We all have our kinks.” He teased and you gasped, reaching out to nudge him in faux offence. He giggled and you couldn’t help but smile, laughing to yourself.
Were you really flirting with the delivery guy? You looked him over again, slower to really take in every inch of his being. Yes. You were definitely flirting with the delivery guy.
“So, should I start bringing it up?” He asked, pointing over his shoulder to the car parked on the road.
“Oh right, yeah, I’ll help.”
“Okay.” He grinned, glad for the help and together, you ferried the takeout from the car and into the kitchen.
He looked down curiously as you set up the boxes on the counters, around already existing food displays.
“Wow, you guys really like Halloween, huh?” He spoke, looking at all the decorations in awe. A lot of which you had made by hand the months before ass it was cheaper than buying some that probably wouldn’t even fit your ideas anyway.
“We hate it.”
“You’re really sarcastic, huh?”
“Never.” You looked at him then to see him grinning at you in amusement. “You know, you kind of look familiar.” You tilted your head at him, knitting your brows together.
“So do you. Maybe we’ve crossed paths before?” He suggested, looking as lost as you felt trying to recall why you felt like you’d seen him before.
“Yeah maybe. Do you go to school here?”
“On campus?” He pointed to the floor, signifying the campus your house resided on.
“Nah, I meant the playschool down the road. You’re a child, right?” He squared his eyes, giving you a playful warning glance. “Aw, isn’t it cute when little boys think they can scare grown-ups?” A gasp of surprise left your lips when he suddenly closed the gap between you, your chests almost touching, his head tilted down to look at you menacingly, a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.
“Want to call me a little boy again, huh?” He challenged, licking his lips. “See where it gets you.”
“Oh, honey.” You scoffed, snapping back to yourself. You bravely took the last step between you, your toes touching, your chest gently pushed against his, not missing how he inhaled sharply and flicked his tongue out to wet his lips again. “You can’t be suggesting you can make me take back my words.” He nodded confidently. “Oh little boy, you can’t make me do shit.”
“Watch me.” He growled cockily before pushing you against the wall, his lips crashing to yours.
He had only knocked your door ten minutes previous and here you were making out with the delivery guy in a room chock full of sexual tension you two quickly created. He let out a breathy moan when you bit his bottom lip gently. It was the single hottest thing you had ever heard and you knew you were wet.
“Fuck, is this seriously a thing that is actually happening?” You panted out, looking up into his eyes that were suddenly a lot darker, turning you on further.
“I really hope so.” He confessed.
“Fuck, me too.” You nodded and pulled him back down to lock your lips together, wasting no time and flicking your tongue out. He parted his lips and your tongues met, rubbing together earning moans from the both of you.
“When does your party start?” He asked when your lips parted only for yours to trace that intense, sharp jawline of his.
“Seven.” He checked his watch.
“It’s half six.”
“Plenty of time.” Without warning, he picked you up and sat you on his hips, pushing his body to yours. You gasped feeling his growing erection through all the layers of clothing between you.
“Okay I know this outfit probably took a lot of time but you need to take it off before I fucking rip it off.” He warned, practically growling as he glared at the layers of fabric that made up your skirt. You giggled and reached around to pull on the ribbon holding the back closed. He watched in impatient fascination ad you quickly removed the bottom half of your dress, leaving you in the tight blouse and underwear. “I shouldn’t find this as hot as I do but fuck, I really do.” You giggled and circled your hips, rubbing against the large bulge in his trousers making him moan lowly.
“I can tell.” You teased.
“You’re saying I’m the only one turned on right now? Because I can feel how wet you are through my pants, sweetheart.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Surely he was lying, it wasn’t possible to feel such a thing, right? A shakey moan left your lips when he slid a hand between your bodies to touch his long fingers to your clothes heat. “Oh, babygirl, you’re fucking soaked.” He cooed, smirking at you when your cheeks darkened. “Don’t be embarrassed."He pressed teasing kisses across your jaw as his voice dropped, whispering to you in a tone that was so low it shot straight to your core. "It’s so fucking hot.” He growled before his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the skin. You gasped and gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in when his fingers started to rub at you through your damp underwear.
“Wh-what’s your name?” You stuttered, his fingers hooking under your underwear to touch you directly. Your eyes closed and your head tipped back, absentmindedly grinding your hips down onto his digits as they teased you.
“Hm? My name? Why do you want-”
“I want to know what I should moan out.”
“Jungkook.” He rushed out without hesitation making you chuckle. “What’s your’s?”
“Y/N.” He hummed against your neck before saying your name in a breathy tone that made you moan his name back at him.
“My name sounds perfect coming from your lips.” Your legs tightened around him when he slid a finger into you. “God, you’re so fucking wet, my finger just slides right in. I bet you can take another huh Y/N? Think you can take more princess?” You nodded and a second finger followed his first. You moaned and held him tighter as they curled inside of you.
“J-Jungkook.” You almost pleaded breathlessly.
“I-I don’t want your fingers.” He stopped his movements, ceasing abusing your walls with the pads of his fingers in search for your g-spot.
“What?” He looked rejected and leant back slightly, pulling his fingers out of you. “Should I leave?”
“No.” You laughed and brushed your lips over his. “I want your cock, baby.” His eyes sparked with lust again and he nodded. He put you down to unbuckle his belt, hands fumbling in anticipation. You giggled seeing he was growing frustrated with the button on his jeans that just wouldn’t open. You put your hands over his and opened the fly easily. He dropped his hands to his side, licking his dry lips, eyes not leaving your figure as you lowered onto your knees in front of him, pulling down his jeans as you went until they were around his knees. Your eyes lifted to meet his gaze as you pulled down his boxers too. He bit his lip and threaded his fingers into your hair to tug you closer suggestively. It was clear what he wanted you to do, where he wanted you but he didn’t want to make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with.
A smirk lifted your lips and you stuck your tongue out, flattening it against the underside of his erection before licking from the base upwards, swirling your tongue around the tip. Jungkook moaned, his fingers gripping your hair tighter. His eyes wanted to close and focus on the pleasure but you looked so damn sinful on your knees in front of him like that he couldn’t pass up the chance to drink in the sight.
It didn’t take long for your teasing motions on his erection to really wind him up. He was breathing heavily, body tensed, watching to thrust into your mouth but not following his body’s wishes, by the time she gripped your shoulders and pulled you up to your feet.
He spun you and pushed you against the wall. Your hands flew out to slap against the brickwork making you hiss in pain. But the hurt left almost instantly. Jungkook all but ripped your panties in his rush to get them off.
One large hand gripped your bare hip to hold you still, pull your arse towards him more.
Jungkook grabbed his dick with his free hand and allowed himself a few pumps, spreading his precum up and down his length, as he took in the sight of you bent over, braced against the wall with legs spread, waiting for him to fuck you. As soon as his tip lined with your entrance, he started to push forward, entering you slowly. Satisfied moans left both your lips at the feeling. It felt as if you had been waiting for that moment for a long time, months not way under an hour.
Jungkook’s hips met yours as he bottomed out and he allowed you both a few moments to get used to it, soak in the feeling of him filling you so deliciously before he started to rock his hips. His thrusts were slow and pretty shallow at first, testing the waters before he picked up his rhythm, fucking you harder and deeper than anyone had in a long time.
Your fingers scraped against the wall, moans shamelessly leaving your parted lips as he hit deep within you.
Jungkook had his jaw clenched tight, trying to make as little noise as possible. As much as he was enjoying himself, he was almost enjoying hearing your noises of pleasure just as much.
You realised you could only hear the occasional grunt of effort from him and closed your mouth, sulking.
“W-what’re you doing?” He panted, slowing down slightly to talk without his voice breaking too much.
“I want to hear you.” You spoke.
“What?” He chuckled and fell still. You pushed up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him. He licked his lips at your dark expression, his hips shallowly thrusting into you again without him even really registering so.
“I want to hear how good you feel Jungkook. Moan for me baby.” You encouraged.
“You want that?”
“So fucking much.” He pulled your back to his chest making you whimper as he reached a new, better spot inside you, to kiss you heavily. You moaned into his mouth when he returned to snapping his hips into you. You had to pull out of the kiss, unable to focus on it when he was hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you see spots.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing his palm against your chest to keep you against him int hat position. His other hand reached over to rest against the wall once he had moved you both forward before his hips went fucking wild.
You were practically screaming in pleasure, your nails dragging down his forearm, leaving red marks. Jungkook was certain you had even broken the skin but it only spurred him on.
“Fu-fuck, Jungkook.” You whined, your legs starting to shake.
“Are you going to cum?” He panted into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as it fanned over your neck. You nodded. “Good, cum on my cock like a good girl, Y/N.” A loud moan left your lips as the pleasure in your stomach exploding sending your hips jutting as your orgasm hit you.
Jungkook gritted his teeth, determined to last a little longer despite your walls clenching and spasming around him. But the second you moaned his name, he lost it and his hips slammed against you roughly a few times as he came, squeezing his eyes tight and burying his face in your neck.
Your walls clenched a little tighter at the sound of your name falling from his lips like a fucked out mantra.
Slowly, you both came down from your highs and caught your breath back. Jungkook’s face scrunched into a wince against your neck as he pulled out of you before letting you go, a little reluctantly it felt, to pull his clothing back up and tuck himself away.
“Well, that’s the best tip I’ve ever gotten.” He sniggered and you rolled your eyes before laughing too, collecting your clothing. You turned to look at him sternly upon finding a hole in your underwear, at the waistband.
“Jungkook!” You exclaimed. He looked at the garment before grinning sheepishly at you. “These are my favourite ones!”
“I’m sorry, I’ll replace them.” He offered, taking them from your hand quickly to look them over. You ignored him to put your skirt back on, glad it was floor length and there was no chance anyone would know you were without underwear.
“Right, okay.” You held your hand out. He held the item closer. “You’re seriously going to steal my ripped underwear?”
“I need them so I know what I’m replacing.” He argued. You gave him a disbelieving look. “Like you want them back now they’re ripped anyway.” He scoffed and tucked the item into his pocket. You simply rolled your eyes again. “I should get back to work. I still have another delivery to do. My boss is going to kill me for being late. They’re going to get free pizzas now.” He sighed heavily.
“I’m sorry for letting you fuck me.” You retorted and he chuckled at your sarcasm.
“Never apologise for that. I’ll give away all the pizzas free if I can fuck you again.” You bit your lip, pretending to think as you walked him tot he front door. “So, can I see you again?” He asked turning back to walk tot he door after walking down the porch steps.
“You do owe me underwear.” You grinned. He grinned back and nodded. He checked his watch before looking between his car and you, debating something. He rushed over and held your face to press a heavy, lingering kiss to your lips. “What’s that? So I don’t forget what you taste like?” You joked.
“Always leave them wanting more.” He winked then practically ran to his car to speed off for his next delivery. You rolled your eyes and returned to the house, stopping at the hallway mirror to check your reflection and make yourself presentable.
“Did you just fuck the delivery guy?” You jumped hearing Taehyung’s teasing voice at the stairs. You looked over at him with a smirk and he started to cackle. “That’s my girl!” He high fived you before helping you get back into costume properly.
It was two hours later when you stopped in shock, seeing a familiar face stood at the bottom of the stairs with Taehyung, the pair goofing around with some of Taehyung’s other friends. You had just come up from the haunted house in the basement.
“There she is!” Taehyung cooed spotting you. The boys all turned to look at you, the friends of Taehyung’s you had met pulling you to them in drunken affection.
“Alright, boys.” You laughed pulling away to stand between Taehyung and the familiar face.
“Oh, you haven’t met before, have you?” Taehyung drawled, shuffling drunkenly to lean against the stair railing. “This is Kookie.” He spoke pointing to your right, at Jungkook. You looked at him to see he was already smirking at you.
“Ah, the infamous Kookie.” You spoke nodding slowly. “Tae tells me you have like no balls when it comes to girls.” Their friends laughed as you insulted Jungkook. You smirked and he raised his eyebrows at you.
“Guess you know that’s a load of shit.” He replied, voice low.
The conversation was quickly pulled away from you two as Hoseok screamed as a fake spider landed on his head. Everyone erupted in laughter as he ran off to chase the culprit, promising their head on a spear. The remaining group returned to the conversation, not even noticing as Jungkook moved closer to you and slyly put a hand on your arse.
“Still not wearing any panties huh? Naughty girl.” He teased, groping your flesh roughly.
“I’m not and it makes it that much harder to stop your cum running down my leg.” Jungkook sucked in a breath at that and you looked up at him bravely, not caring that your friends could catch you two flirting so openly, sexual tension already building between your close bodies. “I bet you’d like to see that, hm? Your cum spilling out of me.”
“So fucking much.”
You smirked and excused yourself, walking up to your room. You knew Jungkook would follow shortly and you had a feeling every orgasm he gave you was going to be better than the last and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to take every chance to fuck your delivery boy.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS
Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long.