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Late Late Show

Summary: At the launch of your new series Riverdale, you and Cole’s relationship has finally become public after KJ leaked a photo of you two out of character onto Twitter. In addition to dating him, your character is Jughead’s love interest, and so you have an interview with James Cordon.

Word Count: 1141

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

“Everyone please welcome, one of the newest stars of the CW’s hit Riverdale, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

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Why So Shy? (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin has morning wood and tries to convince you to be more confident around him by seducing you in the kitchen.


Originally posted by bangtan

The smell of coffee filled the expanse of the kitchen as you stared idly out of a sunlit window. The sky was clear and the view was nice, so you took a few minutes to soak it all in. It was a lazy Saturday morning and Jimin had not awoken yet. His schedules had been tight lately and he rarely had time to sleep in, let alone be off for a whole weekend, so you let him sleep. The beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts and you poured yourself a cup, leaning against the counter. The spin cycle of the washing machine could be heard from down the hall but other than that, there wasn’t any other noise. The silence was nice at first, pleasant to your sleepy senses that were still waking up and you enjoyed the peace, until you didn’t. It was always quiet when Jimin wasn’t there, which turned out to be more often than you would like. Silence was something that was never in short supply, so it really wasn’t anything special, you’d much rather listen to the sounds of your boyfriend shuffling around or shouting from across the house at you to come to where he was so he could show you a stupid video that made him laugh.

You took a sip from your coffee cup, only to burn your tongue on the scalding liquid. It wasn’t the first time you had done that this week and you let out a frustrated sigh as you put the mug down. This morning you felt like doing some chores, wanting the house to at least be clean for Jimin while he rested. You woke up early and cleaned around the house, not getting into too much detail, but making it look nice and presentable. As you inspected your surroundings, you decided to clean the only thing left unwashed, you. Your footsteps padded up the stairs into your room to get some clean clothes for your shower.

As you entered the room your eyes landed on a sleeping Jimin. His face was relaxed and his features were accented by the morning light pouring through the windows. He was still in the same position he was in when you left the bed, a hollow space left where he had been spooning you. He was adorable and your heart melted at how peaceful he looked. You couldn’t resist, so you walked up to the bed and very carefully leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, making sure not to put your weight on the bed or do anything that might disturb his slumber. Then you tiptoed to your dresser to grab some new clothes (more pajamas) and headed into the bathroom silently.

You took your time in the shower, shaving most of your body in the spare time and relaxing under the water while mumbling Korean lyrics of your favorite songs softly. When you stepped out of the space, you found the room filled with steam and you had to wipe the mirror with your towel to see anything.

Your eyes landed on your reflection and you let out a breath. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed about your body, you did think you were pretty, but you still felt a bit self conscious about it. Times when you were alone in the bathroom, you would try to boost your confidence by pointing out all the great things about you even though there was always a steady stream of compliments coming from Jimin, especially when he wasn’t there. Your hands roamed your torso, stopping to push your boobs together gently. The boobs that were always too small for your liking even though you were a C cup, the same ones that were uneven with the left one being bigger than the right, making all of your bras fit weird. The ones that Jimin said were amazing and perfect in their imperfection, the ones he unconsciously plays with when he’s falling asleep; Jimin’s favorite part of your body. You blushed when you thought of his hands in place of yours, lightly massaging your flesh and pinching your hard nipples playfully. You shook that thought out of your head as you slipped on some clean panties and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters.

The air in your bedroom was cold compared to the stuffiness of the bathroom, and as you stepped through the doorway you could feel the steam follow you out, giving you goosebumps on your bare legs. You felt your nipples harden underneath of the sweater and looked down to see them poking through the thin material. When your gaze shifted from your breasts to the bed you saw that Jimin had changed positions. He was now laying on his back, one leg straight and one bent and to the side. You couldn’t see his hands under the covers, but you did see something that caught your eye. A bulge was protruding from the blankets that draped Jimin’s body and your face began to heat up when you realized what it was. Your eyes scanned his face for any sign that he was awake, but you found none. His face was just as relaxed as before, his breathing just as slow, and his hair just as messy.

While walking around the bed to leave the room, you tripped over something and almost fell. Thankfully you caught yourself before you went all the way down, but when you looked up, Jimin’s eyes were fluttering open and his lips were curling into a grin. He yawned when he tried to say something to you and you waited for his words.

“Good morning, jagi.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt your heart rate increase.

“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You tried your hardest to focus on his face, but from the angle that you were looking at him, it was hard to ignore his obvious boner. Your eyes flickered quickly down at him and then back up to his face and Jimin caught this and giggled. You unconsciously licked your lips as you sped out of the room before he could say anything. Through the silence of your gentle footsteps you could hear his low chuckles. Quite words travelled down the hall. You’re cute.

The buzzing of the washing machine called you into the laundry room. Without this noise there was no sound. No voices, no footsteps, not even the tick of a clock. Just the faint chirping that came from the birds flying around outside your house. Hastily changing the load, you shuffled back into the kitchen, finding comfort in the smell of coffee still drifting through the air. You inhaled deeply when you reached the cup. Coffee wasn’t your favorite but it sure did calm you. You, personally, enjoyed the smell better than the taste. You tried many different flavors, amounts of sugar and milk, creamers, different brands, but in the end, you just never fell for coffee like most of your friends had. On the weekends, however, you made it a bit of a tradition to make coffee, figuring that since you didn’t drink it on busy weekdays, you should at least drink it on weekends. It helped you wake up from the “Saturday sleepies” as you liked to call it, preventing you from taking a nap and accidentally sleeping the day away.

The cup was no longer hot in you hands, just like you liked it, and you leaned forward resting your elbows on the counter as you slowly sipped your now lukewarm beverage. Maybe you were engulfed in your thoughts, maybe the sipping distracted you, or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t hear Jimin come downstairs. His arms wrapped around your waist gently and you screamed as you jumped from the contact. He laughed and you could visualize his eye smile behind you.

“Relax babe, it’s just me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you placed a hand over your heart.

“Jimin don’t scare me like that!!” You exhaled, putting the coffee mug that you almost dropped back down on the counter. “You know I’m usually alone on weekends, I forgot that you were even here. You can’t sneak up on me like that!” There was at least some truth in that statement. You were usually alone on the weekends, that part was true, but you certainly had not forgotten about his presence in your often empty bed. You had actually been pondering what you had seen minutes before, wondering what he could be dreaming about to make him like that and hoping that he was dreaming about you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, his breath hitting your neck.

“Go back to bed, it’s still pretty early. You should try to catch up on some sleep while you’re off. That’s what I would do.”

“Well, I’m wide awake now.” His grip tightened on your waist and he pressed his hips into your rear so you could feel his arousal. You gasped at the feeling and he giggled some more.

“Why are you like this?” You shook your head and he lowered his mouth to your ear.

“Did you know that all men get erections when they go into deep sleep? It’s not uncommon to have morning wood, babe.” As he said the last few words, he moved his hips against you and you had to hold back a moan. You were turning a bright red and you suddenly covered your face. Embarrassment rose within you and you felt ashamed that he was getting to you like this.

“Why are you so shy (Y/n)?” Jimin moved away from you and turned your body to face him, amusement clear on his expression. “I’m your boyfriend, don’t act like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” His tone was seductive but the look he gave you was innocent.

He was right, you already knew this, but it was still hard for you not to get shy when he made advances like this, even if you have had sex with him 100+ times and had been dating him for about 2 years. He was so straight forward, but never demanding, wanting to make you comfortable while also telling you what he wanted plain and simple. Although you were now very horny, you had trouble admitting it. You were never the flirty type, keeping your desires hidden and appearing as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty your thoughts were. Jimin used body language to communicate his feelings and you could read him well, but you felt like if you tried to show him how you felt, it would turn out awkwardly or would be misinterpreted. Accepting his flirting was just as hard though, because you didn’t want to seem desperate or easy when in reality, you wanted it as bad as he did. You had pride and shame and you didn’t want to expose yourself, even in front of Jimin. But he could see right through you.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Admit it, you’re turned on right now.” You blushed harder and he smirked. “See, you’re just like me, except you don’t want to accept it. But I’m your boyfriend and you don’t have to hide from me.” A devious smile crawled up his face as he bent down to your lips, brushing yours with his as he spoke. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He backed away slightly only for you to lean forward and mimic him, speaking low and seductively against his lips.

“I want… To drink my coffee.” You leaned away from him and looked up at his face. He seemed amused, though slightly disappointed, but he kept his word and gave you what you wanted. He reached behind you, caging your body between his and the counter and pressed a sly kiss to your neck before pulling back and handing you the mug. You took a sip expecting him to walk away but he still stood in front of you, watching your every movement. When you raised your eyebrows at him he responded slowly.

“Is there anything else you want?”

“Let me think about it.”

Of course there was something else you wanted. You wanted him and he wanted you, it was as simple as that, except it wasn’t. You wanted to play his game for a little while longer, but that wasn’t it. How we’re you supposed to tell him what you wanted? Just blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you right there on the counter until your legs went numb? Yes. It was that easy because all he needed was confirmation, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the guts to say it. You were having an internal struggle but you had to give him an answer, so you continued your innocent act and did what you do best, tease him and lead him on.

“Nope, I don’t want anything else. But breakfast would be nice.”

“And are you serving me breakfast in bed?” He licked his lips.

“No you can help yourself.”

“I will.” He took a step closer to you.

“But you have to give me some time to cook. It’s not that simple.”

“But I have a full course meal right here.” Jimin’s eyes trailed up your body and you felt yourself getting hot.

“I’m talking about food, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You blink at him innocently and admire how worked up he gets when you play dumb. You can see the frustration in his eyes and straining against his boxers, but you don’t say anything and he doesn’t express it openly. Instead, you turn your back to him and grab your phone, opening social media and looking at what’s new. Jimin didn’t move for a little bit, but you could feel his eyes on you.

After about 30 seconds you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t made any advances, thinking that he had given up. But you were quickly proven wrong when his hands wrapped around you once again, this time with one slipping up your shirt to grab your breasts and the other pushing past the waist band of your panties to slide along your folds. I knew he wouldn’t give up that easy.

Before you could say anything, however, he flicked at your clit and you jolted against his bare chest. He continued rubbing circles around the bud slowly, increasing pressure as he went, watching your body’s response when he moved his fingers a certain way.

“Jimin..” You moaned, anything you had tried to say to him leaving your brain as you were overcome by pleasure.

Jimin hummed against your skin and you could feel his smirk. “Did jagi lie to me?” He said, moving his fingers lower to skim along your slit. “Look at how wet you are.”

“I didn’t lie..” You panted.

“Well you didn’t tell the truth. Your lips say you don’t want me but your body says otherwise.” He removed his hand from your panties and held his fingers out in front of your face for you to observe the liquid that coated them. Upon your exposure, your shyness went away slightly. You turn and kissed Jimin boldly, falling into the familiar feeling of his lips and body pressed against yours.

“You’re right,” You admitted in between kisses. “I just don’t know how to say it.”

Jimin pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. “Then let your actions speak for you.” Taking his advice you reached for his boxers. Your slim fingers pulled them down with some urgency and his member sprung out to slap against his toned abdomen; you always found watching that so satisfying. He was a bit taken by surprise but you could tell he was enjoying your surge of boldness. His body language told you that he was letting you take control and he waited for you to make the next move. Quickly, you stripped yourself of your 2 items of clothing and then reached forward to wrap your hand around Jimin’s length. You stood close to him and he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you fully.

“I know what I want now,” You said breathlessly as he released your lips and looked at you. “I want your mouth on me, everywhere.” He smirked at your request and immediately grabbed on to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and laying you on the adjacent counter.

“As you wish.” Jimin pulled you closer and bent down to trail kisses along your collarbone and breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your hips. He latched on to one of your nipples and flicked the bud until it became hard and perky, releasing it with a pop and moving on to the other, treating it with the same care. He sucked dark marks into them as a way to claim them as his before continuing his journey downward.

Wet kisses trailed down your smooth skin until they reached your mound. A quick kiss was planted on your clit and you shuddered at the contact. He moved on to your parted legs, licking a line up your inner thigh to your knee and from your knee down on the other. You let out a whimper to let him know how needy you were and you could feel Jimin’s smirk.

He lifted your legs and propped them up on his shoulders before giving you a look with his smoldering eyes. You were already a mess and he enjoyed how you bit your lip and breathed heavily in anticipation for his next actions. He dove down and licked a long stripe up your slit making you shiver. Using two fingers to spread your folds, Jimin wrapped his lips around your bud and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, making your back arch up off of the table. You let out quiet noises and tangled your fingers into Jimin’s hair as he licked and sucked you clean. He inserted a finger into your dripping hole and you could feel a knot building in your stomach as your toes curled. Shortly after, another finger was pushed inside while Jimin increased the pace of his fingers and tongue on you. He curled his digits up into you, finding your spot easily with skilled practice and you gasped. Whimpers left your lips as you began bucking up into him, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

Just as your legs started to tremble, you tugged on his soft locks, pulling him away from you. He looked up at you confused, until he saw the glint in your eyes that indicated that you weren’t finished yet. Sitting up from your position, you motioned for him to come up to your level and you attached your mouth to his. The taste of you lingered on his tongue but you didn’t mind, humming into the deep kiss while reaching to stroke his member a few more times. Jimin groaned against your lips and you pulled away, catching his eyes before sliding off of the counter to stand in front of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and pulled you flush against him when he reconnected your lips and you let him take over your mouth. He was an amazing kisser and you enjoyed letting him lead the kisses. You pulled away first, coming up for air as he planted a few sweet kisses to your jaw and neck.

Taking control again, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit a dining chair and he plopped down in it. He watched you with hungry eyes as you bend over and kissed his tip to taste the bead of precum leaking out, giving him a few slow pumps. You slid his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pushing it into his slit lightly. He moaned as you took him in farther, giving his entire cock a thick coat of saliva.

Releasing him with a pop, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you moved to straddle him. When you met eyes with him, you felt both shy and bold at the same time. By this point there was no need for you to be timid, but the look in his eyes as he watched you expectantly made a shiver go down your spine. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin’s gaze softened and he placed his hands gently on your hips. He didn’t pull you down because he wanted you to know that you were still in control and that he liked that you were taking charge, and he hoped you weren’t suddenly intimidated. You could tell how much Jimin wanted this by the increasing strength of his grip on your hips. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want it just as bad, but you were never really the dominant one and it felt different being on top. But today you had decided to be courageous and to try something new so it would be wrong not to follow through with what you started.

Moving down slightly, you brushed the tip of his cock against your folds. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to your boyfriend’s as you sunk down on him, letting him fill you deliciously. A quiet groan sounded from the both of you and you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hips moved against him before you released his lips, bouncing on his lap, relishing in the feeling of him inside you.

Jimin sighed in contention. “You look so hot riding me, baby. You’re always so tight, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours as you moved up and down on him. His words were a confidence booster and you began riding him with bigger strokes. The grip you had on his shoulders loosened as you moved your fingers along his collarbones and chest, dragging your nails gently across his soft, silky smooth skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you increased your pace, using him as leverage for your harder thrusts when your legs began to tire.

He helped lift you when he noticed your fatigue and moved his hips more below you, letting out sounds of satisfaction. You panted in unison with Jimin, throwing your head back as you got closer to your peak. Taking advantage of the angle, Jimin attached his lips to one of your jiggling breasts, using his tongue to play with your nipple. You let out a rather loud moan that seemed to surprise both of you. Your head snapped back up to look at Jimin with widened eyes. He seemed extremely turned on by your vocality and he bit his lip at the sound. Testing the waters a bit, he reattached his mouth to your breast and pumped up into you with more power, hitting your spot. A louder moan erupted from your chest and he smiled against you.

“Your sounds are so sexy, let me hear you.” Being a usually quiet person, even in bed, you didn’t normally make too much noise. Sure you moaned and whimpered his name occasionally, but you had never been that loud with Jimin before. Suddenly you weren’t in control anymore. Jimin was controlling the pace with his hands on your waist and his shallow thrusts upwards, not that you minded much, you were starting to get tired. You could tell he was now on a mission to make you scream.

No longer satisfied with the amount of mobility he had in this position, Jimin hooked his arms under your legs and stood up from the chair, his strong thigh muscles flexing with the effort. He continued to thrust into you from his standing position as you clung to him for dear life. Jimin had carried you before but you didn’t really know he was this strong, or at least you had never experienced it first hand. It was as if you weighed nothing. He used the new space to slam into you, pulling you down with such force that the back of your thighs stung from the impact when they collided with his hot skin with each thrust. He was going so hard and deep you could feel it in your throat. Your moans were uneven and choppy, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs every time he pushed into you.

It was starting to hurt a little, but you would never ask him to stop, it felt way too good. He readjusted his grip on you and changed the angle he was entering you at, brushing against your g-spot in the most perfect way.

The loudest moan yet broke through your lungs and Jimin looked up at you with half lidded eyes. Your legs trembled as he continued to hit that spot and nip at your collarbone, leaving love bites that you knew you would have to hide for at least a week. You clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as you tried your hardest not to fall from his grasp, but with the force of his grip on your legs, there was no way in hell that he would drop you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you inched closer to your orgasm, your body being overloaded with sensations. In an instant you were turned with a quick motion and before you could open your eyes your ass was pressed against a cold surface. Your eyelids flew open as you gasped and arched into Jimin to escape the sudden coldness until you realized that the surface was the kitchen counter and that Jimin was readjusting himself in the new position.

Propping one of your legs up on the edge of the counter, Jimin moved inside of you again with renewed fervor, resuming his hard and fast pace. The breath was once again knocked out of your lungs as he repeatedly slammed into you, eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he moved, hand gliding along your lower back and ass, pulling you ever closer to his body. Feeling confident, you closed the small space between you and kissed his lips, giving him a small bite and tug on his swollen bottom lip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes with an equally lustful stare.

“Stop biting your lips. Bite me instead.” You breathed and you felt him twitch inside you at the request. Jimin leaned in to peck you lips before lowering his head to the crook of your neck, panting against your skin. The knot in your stomach grew as he went deeper and your walls tightened around him. Both of you groaned as he could feel how close you were and he sunk his teeth into shoulder, extremely close to his end as well. “I’m close.” You managed to get out and he released your shoulder to kiss your neck. His pace slowed to a steady roll of his hips and you whimpered, feeling your high slowly getting away from you. Fingers digging into his biceps, your hips moved to try and keep the the ball rolling but it was already too late, your high had escaped you. Jimin continued to move agonizingly slow against you, watching you struggle and leaving you on edge.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked as if that wasn’t already apparent. A single nod was all he got in response and he clicked his tongue, moving his hips impossibly slower. The pace was hard for him to keep up as he too was on the verge of his orgasm, but he needed something from you first. “Say it. Use your words.”

“Yes.” You whispered.

“Yes what?” His voice was softer. He tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Yes I want to cum, Jimin.” You struggled. “Please.”

“Louder (Y/n), don’t be shy.”

Swallowing hard and licking your chapped lips, you replied to him at full volume. “PLEASE FUCK ME JIMIN I NEED YOU, I WANT TO CUM!!”

The poisonous smirk that crossed his face at your words told you that he was more than pleased with your answer and he picked up his pace again, studying your face the entire time. You moaned as Jimin went deeper, angling his hips expertly to hit your g-spot, which he knew well.

“Fuck,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” Jimin panted, running one of his hands up your torso to cup one of your jiggling breasts.

“Mmmm, Jimin it feels so good, please don’t stop.” You bit your lip as your orgasm built up once again and whimpered when you felt him nipping at your collarbone, your weak spot.

“Are you going to cum for me, (Y/n)?” He asked, voice husky and strained. It was apparent that he was close to his high as well. You knew that he just need the tightness of your convulsing walls and the sight of you releasing on his cock to push him over the edge.

“Yes, I’m so close.” Your lips were moving, but you weren’t sure any coherent words came out. Jimin understood you regardless and connected mouths with you, capturing your lewd noises as they got louder. He groaned against you when you started tightening up around him and pulled away from the kiss to observe your features. Guiding one hand between your sweaty bodies, Jimin pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed quick circles across it, causing you to release a loud moan.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw went slack at the added stimulation, then you felt something in your core snap. Waves of red hot pleasure coursed through you and your back arched into him while you shook in his grasp. Jimin removed his fingers from your clit and pulled you flush against his body, craving the contact. The sight of you shaking and gasping because of him was enough to drag him into the abyss of pleasure and he attached his lips onto yours again, whining and moaning sexily into your mouth. His arms kept their tight grip around you as he thrusted through both of your highs, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls.

He moved shallowly inside of you, deepening the kiss and taking his time making out with you. A hand moved to your face and caressed your cheek gently as he silently stole your breath away. Your leg dropped down to his side, returning to a comfortable position as he finished riding out his orgasm. When he stilled, your lips moved slower but neither of you could pull away. You finally broke the kiss and sucked in a big puff of air, not realizing how long you had gone without clean oxygen. Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder and kissed it lightly, humming softly in satisfaction. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you started to feel uncomfortable and he let his soft length fall out of you. Jimin giggled quietly when he looked up at you.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

“‘Bite me instead’ you’re so cute.” He teased and you frowned, hitting him lightly on the chest before hopping off the counter top.

“Shut up. You liked it.” You brought up that point and Jimin immediately agreed, gently placing his hands on your hips.

“I did, I love it when you’re bold.” He said, smiling down at you before pecking your swollen lips. “So don’t be shy around me anymore.”

You returned his smile and nodded, promising him that you would try to be more open about your feelings around him. He let go of you and went to grab paper towels to clean up his cum that was dripping out of you and down your thighs. You sighed as you looked back at the countertop you had just been sitting on, a sweaty butt print on the edge. You grimaced.

“Ugh now I have to clean the table again.” You rolled your eyes. “I may need to bleach it.”

“Don’t, keep this as a good memory.”

“That’s so dirty, Jimin, we eat food there!!”

“Yeah and I ate you over there too, what’s the difference?”

“I’m not food.”

“But you still taste delicious.” He gave you a flirtatious wink and licked his lips, causing you to blush. 

You shook your head at him as he cleaned you up, pointing out all of the hickeys and love bites he left all over you. “Show them off so guys know that your mine. I’ll wear mine proudly to let everyone know how much of a freak you are with me.” Jimin smirked and your face turned bright red with instant regret.

One of the Guys (Colby Brock Imagine)

Requested? Yes
Anonymous askedcould you do a Colby imagine where you’re just “one of the guys” (and they all think your hot) and you’re all getting hammered at Sam and Colby’s and you try to out-drink Corey so you end up sooo drunk that Colby has to take care of you and you end up spilling your feelings for him to him?? thanks!!! 
A/N: I changed it a little but still have the main plot

Colby: Hey (Y/N), doing anything tonight?”
You: Nope, why?
Colby: Wanna hang out with me, Sam, Brennen, Corey and Nick tonight?
You: Sure! What we doing?
Colby: Just hanging out at Brennen’s place.
You: Sounds cool, what time?
Colby: I’ll come pick u up at around 5:30ish

So here I sit, on Brennen’s couch watching him and Corey have a drinking contest. All of us yelling out for them to chug it down. Corey won throwing his fist in the air in victory as Brennen fell to floor in despair.

“You bitch!” Brenne called out.
“Suck it loser!” Corey said.

We were all laughing having a great time. I was holding Kobe as all f this went down because he is the cutest little dog I’ve ever seen and I refuse to let go of him. Maggie, Kat and Devyn were going to come but ended up having plan that needed to be attended to therefore it was just me and guys. Corey offered up another drinking game, who can take the most shots.

“I can do it.” I said.

The boys started “ooooo”ing and telling Corey he’s bout to be beat by a girl. I set Kobe down as Brennen prepared the shots. 

“Alright, I have 20 shots here for you guys. Whoever can-” Brennen started but I cut him off.
“Why do you have 20 shot glasses?!”
“Woman! Please, let me finish and don’t worry about it.” Brennen jokingly yelled at me. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you have 20 shots here. Whoever has the most shots gets bragging rights and has to buy the other person Tender Greens. On your mark, get set, GO!”

I just downing shots, ignoring the burning feeling I have in my throat just so I can beat Corey. Eight shots in, Corey stops to take a breather and I just down the rest of the shots. All the boys had their mouths agape as they winced one of their quietest and shyest friend take 12 shots of Vodka without stopping. To add on top of that, I’m a lightweight. 

“You sir, owe me Tender Greens.” I said to Corey with a smile of victory.
“Colby, you got a badie bro.” Brennen said to Colby patting him on the back.

I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from blushing, all the boys, except Nick, know I’ve had the biggest crush on Colby. I always thought Colby thought of me as only a best friend and nothing more. So Brennen saying that made me want to hide in a corner, until Colby said, “I do, don’t I?”

Smiling at me and giving me a wink, Colby wrapped his arm around my shoulders giving me a hug and congratulated me on winning. By the end of the night I was gone, I was drunken mess. Colby took me back to his and Sam’s apartment because he didn’t trust me alone in mine. I was a giggling mess. 

“You’re so cute, Colby.” I said giggling as I patted his face.
“Thank you, (Y/N), you’re cute too.” He chuckled.

Currently, we’re sat in Colby’s bed, Colby listening to me babbling on who knows what. 

“Colby, I have a secret, but you can’t tell Colby.” I slurred.
“Okay, I won’t tell Colby.” Colby promised making me smile.
“Okay, for the past three years, I’ve had the biggest crush on Colby Brock. I think I’m in love with him actually.” I said.
“What..” Colby said.
“Yeah, but shhhhh don’t tell Colby.” I giggled before passing out.


“Colbyyyyyy, my head hurts.” I whined into his pillow the next morning.
“Well who’s fault is that? You wanted to prove Corey you can do more shots than him.” Colby said handing me some aspirin. 
“I didn’t want to prove I can drink more, I wanted free Tender Greens.” I pointed taking the medicine. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night, hope I wasn’t too much of a hassle.”
“Na, you’re fine. You giggled a lot though, refused to give Brennen Kobe back before we left, continuously told me how cute I am, and toldmethatyouwereinlovewithme.” Colby said rushing out the last bit.
“I did what?” I asked.

Colby sighed before taking a seat next to me and taking my hands in his.

“You obviously don’t remember but, you told me that you were in love with me for three years. Is that true or just drunken slurs that mean nothing?” Colby asked with hope in his eyes.
“What do you want it to mean?” I asked.
“I want it to be true because I’m in love with you too.”
“Then it’s most definitely true.”
“Thank god, or this would’ve been awkward.” Colby said before planting a kiss on my lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” Colby said when we pulled apart.
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” I smiled.
“Glad we wanted the same thing.”


Request: Hi!! I’ve recently watched the clip again of Sebastian Stan flirting with Sharon Stone haha can you do an imagine where Seb’s gf is an actress. And Seb and his gf is invited to guest on James Corden’s show but they didn’t know that the gf’s celebrity crush would also be there and when he comes on she gets all giggly or something and Sebastian’s all jealous but in a joking way???

Word Count: 568

Warnings: flirting? Lol

A/N: I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this - hope you like it!

Originally posted by papertownsy

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Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Genre: Pure fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it

A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste.
I hope you enjoy!!

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Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 7 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … *gross sobbing*

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

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“Sam” your voice was barely above a whisper “I know. I know about-” but you didn’t have the chance to complete your sentence as you heard your phone ring, drowning all of your words.

You sighed, giving him a tight smile “I’ll go get that.” you said gently and he gave you a small nod. You stood in the doorway for a moment as you watched him carefully. He looked more tired, more worn out than you had ever seen him before in your life and it hurt you a lot more than you expected.

“Hello?” you asked, picking up without even glancing at the phone number.

“Hey, (Y/n).” your friend’s voice greeted you “Hope I didn’t wake you up?”

“No, Gen. Although my sleeping routine is a mess these days I still have been up for some time now.” you said, your feet carrying you to the kitchen before you could realize it.

“Well, that’s good then.” she breathed out a small sigh “Thomas, careful honey!” you heard her shout at her son and you giggled “Sorry, you know how he gets when he hears his favorite auntie is in the phone.”

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Drabble Prompt: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @winchester-writes

“Hit me up, darlin.” An intoxicated bearded man slaps his calloused hand down onto the bar. He would’ve fallen on his ass by now if he wasn’t draped over it for support.

“You know the drill, Jason.” You remind him. “If you can walk from here to the the pool table without anyone issues then you can get another.”

“But it’s so farrrr.” He gripes slurring his words, gesturing across to the opposite side of the room.

You roll your eyes at the drunken mess and settle on serving him a big glass of ice water. He humors you with a few sips but you’ve been down this road before, his whining will soon start up again. It’s one of the perks of owning a bar.

“You’re sooo pretty, you sexy thing.” Jason wiggles his eyebrows and you can’t help but laugh in his face. It’s too bad that flattery doesn’t work on you, especially when it’s your ass on the line.

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bts reacts: in the morning

note: i try to keep these gender neutral but sometimes i slip into female pronouns out of habit 💕

also note i found this in my notebook and have deduced that i wrote it when i was half asleep in a history lesson about a month ago, so does that excuse how bad this isssss

yoongi: he had his arms around you from behind, hands ever so often would brush innocently against bared skin. you were awake, but you didn’t want to move, just in case you would wake him in the process. there was a peaceful breath on the back of your neck from every time he exhaled, and you decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to just lay there for a little while longer, listening to the alternating sounds of sleepy breathing and clock hands.

“morning.” a small voice croaked from behind you, and when you glanced over your shoulder, noses bumped.

“good morning, sleeping beauty.” he rolled his eyes at the nickname, suppressing a smile. “are you getting up yet?”

“hmm.” he groaned, tightening the grip that he already had on you. “maybe not just yet.”

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

hoseok: “are you up yet?” he rolled over to the other side of the bed, so far that it was a surprise that he didn’t fall off completely. you grunted in response, turning the opposite way and covering your face with a fistful of bed sheets.

“is that a grunt of yes, or a grunt of no? i don’t speak troll.”

“hey!” you flicked his shoulder halfheartedly with your finger, less with the intention of actually physically hurting him and more for just retaliation purposes. after the minor attack, you turned over again, back into your makeshift cave.

“do i take that a yes or a no?”

“can you take it as ‘a few more minutes and then i promise i’ll be up’?” you murmured, getting rid of some of the space between you by moving a little closer, just enough so that your shoulders were touching.

“a few more minutes it is.”

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

namjoon: “it’s eleven, don’t you think it’s about time we got up now?” he would say, and you would just try and hide under the covers.

“but.. but- i’m plagued. i’m unfit. unwell. unhealthy. the time of day has no significance when my antibodies are trying to keep me alive.”

“you never told me that you got this dramatic when you’re ill.” he would smile, and then yawn, and start to stand up. “before anything, i need coffee.”

“please, please could you get me one too?” you knew that you were being a little needy, but you were ill, and couldn’t really think of a way to be subtle. you were talking into the pillow, so the fact that he even understood a word you said was a miracle in itself.

“of course- just don’t fall asleep in the three minutes while i’m gone.” he’d say it jokingly, but of course, when he returned, you were asleep again. he set the coffee down on a coaster on the bedside table, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“the things i do for you.”

Originally posted by ciutae

seokjin: “morning.. you’re up early, what’s the occasion?” he would say, hovering by the stairs like he didn’t really want to fully get up yet. “did i forget something? is today an important day, because if it is, i totally didn’t forget at all.”

“of course it’s an important day.” you snorted. “today was the day that we ran out of cereal, so i decided to try and make pancakes instead.”

“but did you do it the right way?”

“eh.” you shrugged, looking at the telltale mess in front of you, and then turning your attention back to the hob when you heard soft footsteps pad across the kitchen tiles. “for the most part.”

“i can smell burning.” he would laugh, hugging you from behind and swaying side to side with his chin resting on the top of your head, standing on tiptoe. “how many attempts did it really take for you to get to this?” he gestured to an admittedly miserable and deflated looking excuse for a pancake that was doused in sugar and lemon juice, so much of it that it looked like it was drying to disguise itself.

“too many. that’s an hour of my life that i spent wishing i had just micro-waved the ones in the freezer.”

“if it makes you feel any better… it doesn’t taste as bad as it looks.”

Originally posted by theseoks

jungkook: “neither of us are going to get up, right?”

“of course not. getting up ensures certain death. there’s only one person to blame, really- the person who turned off the heating in the middle of winter, but i’m going to let it slide…” he turned over to face you. “just think.. what would a penguin do?”

“you can’t be serious-” apparently, he was serious.he’d wrapped his arms around you, and tight.

“well, they must be doing something right. you know, body heat escaping, and science.” with each word, he just held on tighter, and in all honesty, you didn’t really mind. “this isn’t just keeping us warm, but i’m also having a great time over here. they’ve got the right idea.” the two of you just laid there for a while, whispering the odd sweet nothing every now and again, the noise muffled by bed sheets.

“if this is how i get to start my morning everyday, then i’m completely fine with you turning the heating off.”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

jimin: “i need to get up, you know. you’ll have to let go of me at some point.” jimin stubbornly kept his arms around you- there was no way that either he, or you, would be moving anytime soon unless he loosened his grip.

“the key words in that sentence are ‘at some point’.” he was getting more and more stubborn by the minute. “you don’t have to get up just yet.”

“well, i mean…”

this is nice.” he said, cutting you off. “cuddling like this is nice, don’t you think?” he smiled, and let out a half-laugh, the kind where you’re not really laughing, and there’s only air blowing through your nose. “it’s just that.. we don’t really get to do this much. you know, what with us both being really busy. so when we have the time, like now, i don’t know. i just like it. a lot.”

Originally posted by itschiminie

taehyung: he’d try and wake you up by saying your name, and with each time that he repeated it, he would poke your cheek with the tip of his finger. when you didn’t respond, he would start poking your nose instead.

___. ___.” he would ignore all the subtle pleas and hints you left for him to stop, like scrunching your nose and wrinkling your forehead, and just tried to carry on. “i’m running out of facial features to poke to try and get you up- i’d poke you in the mouth, but i’m almost certain that you would bite me.”

“and why is that?”

“because you’re not exactly in the friendliest mood in the morning.” he stated. “and it takes about an hour of complaining before you’re even out of the room.”

“probably because i always wake up to you prodding me in some way-” you were stopped mid sentence, because he had practically laid himself on top of you. “get-get off me, you lump, i can’t breathe-” this time though, it was your own laughing that cut you off.

is lying on you a better option for waking you up every morning, then?” he giggled, pressing your foreheads together.

“maybe. if i could breathe, it would be more acceptable.” in response, he just rolled over, still holding onto you; so that you were laid the same way, but the positions had flipped.

this any better?”

Originally posted by bts-yes-please

hope that wasn’t too bad bleuhhg

last post: ready to run; jungkook

last react: falling asleep

masterlist is here, and requests are open! i really wanna do some au scenarios, so if you have any ideas, lEt mE KnoW

thanks for reading!

-tash 💕

Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 1

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Word Count: 2,613

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Summary: A few years after being accepted into your dream college, everything’s going well. Your grades are good, your social life is booming, all your assignments are easy…  Except for the damn essay that Professor Winchester assigned you. Based off this request.

Chapter Warnings : Language, alcohol usage, mentions of sex, mentions of student/teacher relationships

‘Similar to the effects of the mythical creature the basilisk, Medusa…”

You groan out as you sit at your kitchen table, your fingertips typing away at your laptop in an attempt to start the introduction paragraph of your research essay that’s due tonight. You tend to be a procrastinator, which never works well, and more often than not leaves you immensely stressed out.

You shake your head, deleting the first sentence all together before taking a long sip of coffee. Only three hours to get the essay done. Three hours until the deadline. Damn Professor Winchester for giving you such a challenging topic.

Normally, you love his class. He’s easily one of the most laid back, chilled out professors you’ve had throughout your three years at the University of Kansas. His love for Greek Mythology is unlike anything you’ve seen before. His lectures are nothing short of interesting, as he somehow manages to make even the most minuscule of things seem like the most amazing thing in the world. The tests are hard, but as long as you pay attention and take notes in class, you’ve always been fine.

Unfortunately for you, the subject of your essay that Professor Winchester had assigned you is something that you’ve yet to go over in the class, leaving you completely clueless.

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Double Trouble

Series: Tom Holland Dad Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader 

Summary: Tom comes home to his son and daughter covered in chocolate. Reid and Evelynn are like Team Rocket, double trouble.

Warning: Swearing cause yah know, Tom

Word Count: 1,500+

A/N: Why I make these kind of imagines more often is because when I was younger the chemo I had damaged parts of me and I won’t be able to have kids unless a miracle happens. I’m living my future vicariously through my imagines when I type these FYI..

[Reader’s POV]

“Mum where is Daddy today?” your son Reid asks carrying a bag of chocolate in. Evelynn walking behind with her dragon stuffed animal. Her curls bouncing as she skips through the doorway. 

“Well he’s actually working today on set filming with Robbie J” you explain setting the groceries down on the table. Evelyn skips around the living room singing to herself.

“Evelynn darling be careful, Reid left toys laying out and about” your voice laced with warning. She halts to a stop looking over at you her curls falling in front of her eyes.

“I did not mum, I picked them up before we went out” Reid defends himself crossing his arms over his chest. Turning your head you look over at your son with a look.

“Reid Anderson Holland… Do you not see that mess in the living room? Your father will be home soon and I don’t want him to see this mess”  

“Mum that was Evelynn..” Reid whines pointing over at his twin sister.

“Don’t blame your sister, go clean up then we can bake your surprise for daddy okay?” resting your hands on your hips as you try and reason with him.

“mum… “ 

“Reid, get to it now please…”

“Yea-yeah Reid get to it” Evelynn’s voice comes from the living room. Looking through the window in the kitchen that opens to the living room. She places her hands on her hips mocking your actions.

“Yeah Evelynn” Reid mimics your actions as they both stick their tongues out at each other. The way they act together reminds you of how Sam and Harry are with each other. You would not let them babysit your kids again.

“Don’t get me started you two, cut it out” laughter escapes as you see them making faces at each other. Their laughter filling the air making you smile.Those two could be a handful but you love them regardless of what they do.

    Opening the cabinets you start grabbing ingredients that the three of you needed. Pulling out baking sheets from under the oven in a drawer. Setting them on top of the counter with everything else. Once everything was all set you pull up a recipe on your twelve inch IPad. The screen big enough so you could read the instructions.

“Mum I finished the living room, is daddy bringing work friends over for dinner tonight?” Reid asks as he walks into the kitchen. His eyes looking around the kitchen that was prepped and ready.

“Well you would have to give Harrison a call if daddy’s busy on set” you explain pulling your hair up into a ponytail. Evelynn comes over holding up her own hair tie. Brushing her curls out of her face you pull her hair back gently tying it up.

“Reid I wanna talk to Hazzie!” Evelynn pouts as you hand Reid your phone after clicking Harrison’s contact. Her hands trying to reach up but Reid holds the phone up higher.

“Hello?” you could hear Harrison’s voice fill the air.

“Hazzy! It’s your favourite Holland twin!” Evelynn shouts before Reid could respond.

“Evelynn! How are you sweets?” Harrison’s laughter fills the air through the speaker phone.

“Actually Hazzy,Reid and I were won-wondering if daddy and his work friends were coming over for dinner but help make cookies too! Robbie J’ is working with daddy today right?” Evelynn asks standing on her tip toes trying to speak into the phone that Reid held high.

   She pokes him in the stomach causing him to almost drop your phone. A wave of panic rushes over you as your phone falls. Surprisingly she catches it and runs over to you with it. Reid trying to get it out of her hands, Evelynn bumps into you causing you to cut your finger. Dropping the scissors onto the counter next to the bags.

“Bloody hell, shit that hurt” groaning as you see blood flowing from the wound.

“I’m sorry mumma.. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you” Evelynn looks up at you with a sad face,her lower lip trembling. Oh god that look could make an army weak.

“It’s just a little cut, don’t worry baby” you smile down at her, leaning down you give her head a swift kiss. A smile tugs at her lips erasing the tears that were about to form.

“What happened darling, you ‘lright?” you could tell it wasn’t Harrison but it was Tom’s voice now.

“Hey babe, I just sliced my finger with the scissors on accident.. The kids were asking if you were bringing your work friends over to bake some sweets and have dinner?” You ask while rinsing the blood off with the water from the tap. Drying your hands off you check the food you had in the oven.

“I can ask around, now are you two behaving? Robbie J’ just said he has gifts but do the Holland twins deserve them?” Tom asks through the phone, you could tell he had a smile on his face. He loved calling them the Holland twins.

“Well we deserve them more than Spider-Man deserves the suit” Reid retorts earning a snicker from you. In the background you could hear Robert laughing at what was just said.

“Yeah what Reid said! Robbie J’ loves us!” Evelynn retorts with a smile on her face.

“Oh shut your trap Downey!” the twins giggle looking at each other from their father’s reaction to Robert laughing.

“We’ll be over in thirty minutes, save some chocolate chips for Robbie J!” Robert’s voice comes from the phone making the twins smile.

“Alright you two, see you soon.. Hope there’s enough food darling” Tom lets out a nervous chuckle.

“I always cook extra babe, I love you” 

“Love you more,see you guys soon” the line going dead shortly after, Reid hands your phone back.

“Mumma did you hear that! Robbie J is coming to bake with us!” Reid and Evelynn shout at the same time.

“Jinx” they grin pointing their fingers at one another.

“Okay you two now lets get the molding tins you want okay?” Picking up the bag you pull out the options for them to choose from.


“Now this chocolate is melted and we will pour it into here ok-” your sentence being cut off as you heard voices fill the air.

“Use the spoons okay? Don’t rush you two.. I’ll be back to see how it’s going” Kissing them both on their heads you make your way towards the living room.

    Seeing Tom, Sebastian,Anthony, Robert, and Harrison in the living room. Wiping your hands on your waist apron you greet them all. Tom pulls you into a big hug with a smile on his face. He gives you a quick kiss making you smile. Robert walks in and sets two bags on the ground near the fireplace. 

“Lynn! that’s too mu- hey cut it out!” Reid’s voice is heard from the living room causing everyone to look through the kitchen window. You couldn’t see them but could only hear them.

“No you cut it out! See this is why I’m daddy’s favorite!” Evelyn retorts as a splat sound echoes from the kitchen.

“Now you’ve done it! Ha look at your face now!” Laughter comes from Reid making you and Tom look at each other. The time they act up is now in front of people.

“At least it doesn’t look re-rediculous like yours! I’m the pretty twin” Evelynn’s voice getting louder. A blur of brown flies through the air. Looking against the wall that is now dripping in chocolate. 

“Oh my lord” you groan running towards the kitchen. Sebastian laughter fills the air along with Anthony’s.

“Sure are your kids Tom, did they not have their juice today?”

“Fuck off you shits” Tom laughs shoving them as they slung their arms over his shoulders.

Thomas, language” your head turning to look back at him with a glare.

“Daddy said shit!” the twins shout simultaneously.

“Evelynn and Reid Holla- the chocolate is supposed to go in those plastic molds, not on you!” you burst out in laughter seeing the twins covered in chocolate streaks. Their eyes wide as they’re caught in the act.

“Darling, how bout you get them washed up.. I’ll clean the kitchen then we can all eat together yeah?” turning around embarrassed at all the eyes looking at your destroyed kitchen and dirty children.

“Y-yeah that sounds great, sorry everyone” letting out a sigh you look back at your twins. Reid smacks another blob of chocolate on Evelynn making Robert let out a laugh. 

“I needed a laugh after that shoot today, damn Holland you created some jokesters” Robert teases nudging Tom causing him to smile. Running his fingers through his curls out of habit.

“We love you momma” the twins say looking up at you innocently.

“Oh jeez, I can’t stay mad at you two.. now lets get you all cleaned up then we can eat yeah?” Guiding them out of the kitchen and towards the guest bedroom down the hall.

“This definitely won’t be the end of this..” Tom groans looking around the kitchen.

“Prepare for trouble,make it double” Harrison teases grabbing a wet rag.

A/N: Pt.2? Who likes Evelynn & Reid? :,)

Babysitter (Part 5)

Summary: You spend the day with Taehyung, but unfortunately your parents catch you together.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.7k

A/N: I definitely want to write a part 6 but for the moment this story will be on a hiatus so I can write some different stories :)

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You woke from the sweet sounds of Taehyung light snores coming from above you. You couldn’t get over how beautiful he looked when he was sleeping.

You were currently cuddled into his warm chest.

You gently stroke his arm down until you reached his hand. You grabbed his hand tracing your thumb over his bruised knuckles, remembering the events of last night. You felt a little guilty that your boyfriend had to get hurt just to protect you. You glanced up looking at his bruised eye. The swelling was down but black and blue color was still clearly seen.

You brought his hand to your face gently kissing his wounds. You felt so lucky to have such an amazing person to always be there for you. You also felt a rush of anxiety because you have barely two months left with him until you have to go back to school. Also you still had three years left.

You heard him cutely groan next to you as you continued kissing his hand. He lift his head to look at you caressing his hand and he smiled laying his head back down closing his eyes.

“Why do you always wake up before me?”

“Because I do.” You giggled. “How do you feel?” You looked at him.

“I’m fine.” He simple said but you knew he was more distracted about the whole thing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault.” He said despairingly. “You should never be treated that way….when you’re in a relationship, you should feel safe not scared.”

“I feel safe with you.” You smiled.

He didn’t answer, he just leaned down kissing your forehead.

“So what are we doing today?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” He smiled.

“Let’s get going.” You sat up.

“No.” He pulled you back.

You laughed as he climbed on top of you tickling you. “Tae…stop….ill wet your bed.” You giggled.

He had your hands pinned above your head so you couldn’t move. “I love you.” Every time he said those three words you felt like the world stops. At the very moment particularly as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss got deeper within seconds as you moved against his lips. You had the urge to touch him but he still had your hands pinned while his other hand slithered up your shirt.

“I swear if you two are at it, I will literally kill myself.” You heard Yoongi sarcastically interrupt.

You also heard more laughter. “Or better yet Jimin.” You heard the laughter die down.

“We better stop if you want your friend to live.” You giggled.

“Let’s go.” He got up.

After you both got dressed, you were met with Taehyung friends plus one more extra you haven’t met yet.

“I told you….they’re like bunnies.” You over heard Yoongi.

“J-hope, what’s up?” Taehyung greeted his friend. “And we weren’t doing anything in there.” He glared at Yoongi.

“Not much.” He hugged Taehyung.

They must of not seen each other for some time. You thought.

“This is (Y/N)?….you’re so beautiful.” He bowed for you.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“I’m Hoseok but they call me Jhope….its nice to finally meet you.”

“Were going out.” Taehyung said and grabbed your hand already pulling you towards the door.


When you finally reached your destination you noticed you were at the mall. You never really been to the mall because your friends were more party goers, the only time was to see a movie.

“I hope you’re not buying me stuff.”

His face went blank.

“You don’t have to prove your love with gifts.” You kissed his cheek.

As you stepped inside the mall it was bigger then you remember. The first thing that you both did was go to the arcade.

Taehyung was a kid at heart so you figured that’s where he would want to go.

“I’m going to kick your ass in racing.” He ran to the racing booth.

You sat down next to him in the booth giggling at his child like behavior. “You ready?”

Taehyung beat you the first three times but it was a close call. You were really good but he was just a little bit better. By the time you asked to play one more game you had a devious plan. When you reached the final lap you tickled him right above the knee like he did for you in the photo booth. He laughed so hard his car crashed into the wall giving you first place.

“You cheated.” He whined.

“I did no such thing.” You smirked.

You jumped out of your seat. “I pick next game.” You stood at the end of the air hockey table.

“You don’t want to play this with me.” He smiled.


“Because apparently I’m dangerous.”

You smirked. “Prove it.” But before you played the game you heard loud commotion to the front of the arcade.

Shit. Youngjin. You saw him messing with some teenagers.

Taehyung was just about to walk over until you stopped him. “Please don’t.” You said painfully.

“I want to have a good day.” He looked down in your direction. “Let’s go somewhere else.” He nodded.

As you were leaving you saw a employee and warned them about Youngjin and his stupid friends.

“Ice cream?” You suggested.

Before he could answer you dragged him to the stand.

After you both ordered, you attempted to pay but Tae beat you to it.

“You got something on your face.” He smirked.

“Wha-” Just as you questioned, Tae made your ice cream cone miss your mouth and up your nose.

“Tae.” You pouted as he was dying from laughter. You wiped off the remaining and wiped it back on his face. It didn’t faze him one bit as he just wiped it off licking his fingers.

“You’re going to get it.” You tried to wipe as much as you could see off your face.

“Here.” He leaned into you kissing your nose getting the rest of the ice cream off your face. You felt butterflies from the simple gesture.

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck bringing him in for a proper kiss. You usually hated seeing other couples kiss in public because it made you queasy but you finally knew how they felt. They were in love and they couldn’t help show that even if it was in front of tons of people.

You almost forgot yourself that you were in public as Tae deepened the kiss with his tongue moving farther into your mouth.

If only the next moment you were aware of your surrounds. “Is that?” You didn’t notice your mother ask.

“(Y/N)! Tae!…Ew what are they doing?” You heard the familiar little voice belonging to your sister.

You both pulled away looking in the direction of the voice.

“Yup…that’s your daughter.” You father stated. “I knew it.”

You felt like your head could explode at that very moment as you noticed the expression your parents were wearing. Your father looked angry and your mother couldn’t help but smile.

You saw your little sister skip over with your little brother behind her.

“Why were you kissing?” Dara jumped into Taehyungs arms. He pulled her up so she could hug him.

“That’s what adults do when they like each other.” Your brother confirmed.

“Does this mean you’re gonna get married?” She asked. She gasped excitingly. “This means you’ll be my brother right?” Tae just smiled at your sister.

“Are you hurt?” Dara started to ask Tae looking at his bruised eye but your father interfered.

“So you lied to me.” Your father crossed his arms. “You lied so you can spend some time with him.”

“That’s not true dad…I mean it’s true that we are together but I didn’t lie about going to Liz and Sana’s.”

“I left a little early because of complications.” Tae slid Dara back down to the floor.

Your father arched his eyebrow not believing you. Tae looked at you to see if you could handle what you were about to say.

“You see…..Liz and Sana was having a party and I-” You hated thinking about that night.

“Let’s just say this guy was forcing himself on me and if it wasn’t for Tae I don’t know what would of happened.”

Your dad noticed his bruised face and his eyes soften. “He let me sleep over his house….and no worries his friends were there….I’m sorry dad….you can trust him…mom does.”

“You knew they were together.” Your dad asked your mother.

“Yes dear…and I’m okay with it….hes a a good boy.” She smiled at you.

“I want them to get married.” Dara pitched in.

Your father rolled his eyes. “Okay.” He looked at you both.

“But I swear…I don’t want to know anything….and you better stay in school…no getting yourself pregnant.” Your dad rambled.

“No worries daddy.” You hugged your father.

“Thank you….for protecting my little girl.” Your father firmly shook his hand but soften as soon as he saw his bruised knuckles. “I’m grateful honestly.”

“Are you coming home tonight?” You father asked.

You nodded. “We are going to need you to babysit.” He continued. “Alone.” You watch your mother smack him.

“She’s an adult now hun.”

“Yeah dad, we know better.” Do you? Do you really?


“Okay…you couch…you bed.” Your dad spoke down to you both.

“Dad.” You warned.

“I mean it.”

“Okay….come on Minho.” Your mother called.

You were seated on the couch with your sister in between you two and your brother upstairs playing his new video game.

“Are you going to have babies?” Half way through the movie your sister spoke up.

You heard Tae cough nervously as you stared at your sister.

“You watch too much TV Dara.”

“Some day I can babysit your baby.” She smiled.

“Dara plea-” You started.

“Of course.” Tae confirmed.

“Yay…I can’t wait.” She looked back towards the TV.

About an hour later Dara was passed out in between the both of you. Tae had the honors to get up and carry her to bed. As he was gone you decided to clean up the living room a bit. You opened the door to your back porch and carried the trash to the bin.

You felt the warm summer breeze fill the air. It was relaxing. You noticed the hot tub in the corner and realized that it was never used.

You made your way over plugging it in. You turned the settings on and the lights lit up inside as the jets foamed the water.

“You have a hot tub?” You heard Tae behind you.

“No one ever uses it.” You shrugged your shoulders. “But….”

You pulled off your shirt, then your jeans leaving you in only your bra and panties. You smirked at Tae as you stepped in. It was warm already and you choose to sit in front of one of the jets in the corner letting it blow water on your back.

You watched as Tae pulled off his shirt and pants. You blushed seeing him in his boxers.

“I don’t want to get my clothes wet because I don’t have extras.” He pouted.

Before you could speak he pulled his boxers down but making sure to cover up with his hands. You laughed feeling embarrassed. “You’re too much.”

He sat down across from you leaning his head back on the edge of the hot tub. You pushed yourself over so you were right next to him. His eyes were closed so he didn’t expect you to be so close. You started kissing under his ear making him slightly jump.

He didn’t move he just enjoyed the way you made your way over his lap straddling him. You leaned in kissing him desperately. You tugged your hand down into the water grabbing his limb length. As soon as you started pumping him you felt him stiffen in your hand. You pulled away to catch your breath as you continued to jerk him off.

He finally opened his eyes to look at you. He wrapped his arms around your back unhooking your bra tossing it outside of the hot tub. You pulled away from him so you could take off your soaking wet underwear.

You sat back down in your original position and quickly kissed him and leaned back just to admire his beautiful features. “Your sister wants us to make a baby.” He smirked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his remark. “And my dad will kill you.”

His smiled slowly faded. “Are you being serious though?”

“One day.” You blushed. You leaned down kissing him once more.

“We don’t have to make a baby but that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex.” He blushed.

And at that very moment you lifted yourself up to lower yourself down his member. The water making it an easier process to adjust.

You started to rock against him at a steady pace making the water splash. You moaned as you felt him move his hand down rubbing you through your folds. He leaned forwards so he could kiss down your chest until he reached your right nipple sucking every inch of you.

You picked up your pace bouncing on top of him. You felt the pleasure stirring up already as Tae continued to rub through your core. He moved on to the other side of your breast sucking deep again. You heard the water splash out of the hot tub from your quick movements. You could feel his member twitch inside of you.

He leaned his head back once again giving you access to kiss his neck. He softly moaned from your touch. His breathing got deeper as you rocked against him. You quickly kissed him to steady his breathing as you felt him release inside of you.

You started to slow down as you felt the pleasure making its way up your core. Tae rubbed his hand through your folds more aggressively sending your orgasm passing through you. You leaned your head on his shoulder to catch your breath.

“Your parents might need to clean this water.” You laughed lifting your head.

“My parents must never know.” You smiled.

“Maybe we should take a shower.” You suggested.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He arched his eyebrows.

“We smell like sweat and chlorine.” You got out quickly grabbing towels in the downstairs bathroom. You handed one to Tae as you wrapped one around yourself. You both grabbed your clothes and you tossed yours in the washing machine. You made your way upstairs to your bathroom with Taehyung following.

You turned on the shower and stepped inside. You saw Taehyung hesitate outside of the shower. “I wont bite.” You smirked.

He stepped inside and you immediately had him pinned against the wall. You kissed down his body until you were on your knees. You grabbed his member kissing the tip.

“I’m not going to last long.” He moaned as you started kissing down his length.

“That’s okay…I don’t know how long we have anyway.” You teased.

You quickly put him fully in your mouth bobbing your head back and fourth making him hard again. You licked down his length as you pumped him quickly. He had a pained expression in his face making you laugh. You put him into your mouth once again making him moan a little louder.

You pulled off of him immensely to shh him. It was his turn to be quiet. He couldn’t control his hands as he leaned one on your head to quicken your pace. You pulled away quickly as you felt him twitch inside of your mouth. He released once you pulled away aiming at your chest. You smiled seeing how weak he was.

“You okay.” You stood up so you could clean his juices off your chest.

“No.” He finally opened his eyes.


You both made your way down to the living room and made yourselves cozy on the couch and watched a movie like you normally would. You didn’t realize once again that you fell asleep side by side once your parents got home.

“This time I’m waking them up.” Your father said.

“Hun stop…they’re fine.”

“I swear if they did-”

“Don’t you remember how we were at that age.” Your mother pushed him upstairs.

“Goodnight…” Your mother whispered to you before making her way up stairs.


Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Far From Innocent (M)

Originally posted by jeonbase

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Kitten!Yoongi, Sub!Yoongi (lowkey), smut, some fluff with little angst (but mostly smut)

Warnings: (this is really tame) oral (male/female receiving)

Word Count: 3,733 words (of the worst thing you’ll read)

A/N: This was supposed to be Sub!Yoongi and posted on his birthday but neither of them worked out in the end. This is one of my least favourite smuts I’ve written, I’m sorry if you find it cringe or too rushed :( feedback is always appreciated.

The first time you had met Min Yoongi was when he was at the supermarket. Yoongi’s skin was pale, it almost blended in with the white walls of the building. You could already hear how unhappy the cleaners were going to be when they saw the dark specks of Yoongi’s fur on the perfectly white and clean tiles.

The first time you had met Min Yoongi was when he was at the supermarket. His fluffy black ears were sitting on the top of his equally dark mop of hair that looked too soft to even exist. Yoongi’s skin was pale, it almost blended in with the white walls of the building. His black tail was moving back and forth by itself on the white floor, sometimes curling itself up and then gently resting back on the ground or around his lean legs.

You could already hear how unhappy the cleaners were going to be when they saw the dark specks of Yoongi’s fur on the perfectly white and clean tiles. In his arms, he was carrying four bottles of milk in his arms and struggling to pick up the remaining boxes of the fish sticks for himself.

“Would you like some help sir?” You called out, even though you were supposed to be stacking cereal boxes, it wouldn’t hurt to help someone out.

“O-Oh, umm…” Yoongi glanced down at his arms before looking back up at you with his big eyes, “that’d be helpful, actually.” The corners of his mouth moved up, a small smile being shot at you which made you weak. You had barely even talked to this man or seen him around before but something about him was already drawing you in. You sent back a shy smile of your own before grabbing the only box of fish sticks that was in his hands.

“Could you actually, get another two boxes of sticks? They-they’re really nice…” Yoongi stuttered out quietly, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but grin back at the sight. As a kitten hybrid, he was obviously supposed to be cute, but something about him made him stand out to the other kitten’s you had met. “Of course. Is there anything else you’d like?”

Yoongi desperately wanted to say “Can I get your number? Can I get your name?” (yes my SHINee trashed can self needed to make this reference) but, it was too soon right? He barely knew you let along your name but you were cute to him, radiating innocence and sexiness at the same time and he didn’t know how.

“No, thank you.”

“Not a problem.” There was an awkward moment of silence as the both of you walked up to the cashier and placed things down. Yoongi rubbed his arms, trying to gain feeling back into them after carrying the milk bottles for a while.

“I think next time, it’d be better to use a basket rather than get sore arms.”

“I’ll remember, for next time of course.”

Next time happened to be three days later. Yoongi hoped he’d be able to talk to you again, or see you. That would be enough. You were doing your usual job again, stacking. It was boring and you hoped for something to take your mind off it.

Maybe that’s why your mind had drifted over to the boy from a few days ago. You were able to remember how cute he looked, how his round eyes stood out against his pale complexion, the way his tail brushed from side to side.

As he walked in, his nose picked up the distinct smell of your sweet smelling scent, something along the lines of lavender and rose mashed into one. Yoongi smiled to himself as he walked in. Of course Yoongi had remembered you saying taking a basket would be easier for him instead of carrying everything around, but he didn’t spare them a glance as he walked past, hoping he was able to gain your attention again and getting you to help him.

Yoongi walked over to the milk section again, looking intensely at the milk bottles to gain some more time in hopes of you walking by him or something.

“Back again I see, but no basket,” You giggled as you stood next to him.

“Thought I’d lose feeling in my arms again in hopes of seeing a beautiful lady again.”

Yoongi and yourself were both in more than just a little bit of shock when those words left his pink lips. A pink tinge made it’s way to his cheeks again, just like a few days ago. Needless to say, Yoongi didn’t hesitate to come back whenever you had shifts in hopes of seeing you again, maybe buying too many milk bottles and fish sticks along the way.

After that, it didn’t take very long afterwards for the two of you to become friends but you always wanted to be more than just friends. You had learnt that Yoongi wasn’t that innocent kitten you had met at work. Instead, he was filled with snarky comments to make you at a loss for words on how to sass him back. Sexual comments (which were apparently a way to tease you) that made you turn bright red and a deep morning voice that would make you wet embarrassingly quickly. However he’d never think of you as more than a friend.

You had walked into your apartment after a rough day of work, wanting nothing more than a warm shower and to collapse onto your bed. Yoongi was staying over at yours while his apartment was getting fixed. Somehow he had broken the sink and the toilet at the same time in one day.

You didn’t expect to come home to whining Yoongi with his head tossed back as his hands were wrapped around the hard base of his cock. You certainly didn’t expect yourself to be standing there seeing him jerk himself off. Yoongi knew you were standing there looking at him, his ears twitched and picked the sounds of your footsteps before you walked in. He smirked to himself.

A low whine of your name fell out of his lips making you move your legs together, throat going dry. Seeing Yoongi like that was a beautiful view for your eyes. His cheeks flushed a light pink as his pale hand moving up and down on his cock almost so fast that it was in a blur, how his soft supple lips would release moans and small throaty hisses from his chest at the pleasure he was feeling.

“Ar-Are you going to come over and help me out a little? Or stare a-at me until I cum on myself?” Yoongi was hoping his voice would come out a little more structured, but the pleasure going through his body at this given moment was enough to screw him over and make his voice rather high pitched.

Your eyes widened a little, the sight being an incredible turn on for you. Your brain was confused, feet frozen to one spot, unsure of whether to go to him or forget you ever saw him in this vulnerable state. Yes, you were definitely attracted to Yoongi, however seeing him like this in front of you took away any possible air you had in your lungs, the sight made everything around you turn blurry, concentrating on just him alone.

You weighed the ups and downs. What if you left him there to help himself? Would that be an opportunity you would be willing to give up? Would you rather sleep than possibly get laid? Would it make you a bad person for not helping out a friend? But most importantly, would you regret not giving Yoongi head if you walked off?

Some part of you wasn’t ready to pass this opportunity up. It might not happen again, why not try it out? Dropping your bag and taking off your shoes, you stepped closer to where he was seated on the couch, going to sit on your knees before he pulled you on top of him making you place your legs either side of his, your skirt bunch up around your upper thighs. The action made Yoongi raise his head to look at you, hand falling from his hard on.

Yoongi smirked at you slightly before pulling you down for a kiss. It was filled with hunger and lust, it was rather rough and sloppy but you didn’t mind it, you sensed Yoongi needed release and that’s what you were going to give him.

Your hand trailed down his chest, his stomach slightly tensing as you got closer and closer to his lower region. Your mouth swallowed a whine that came from Yoongi when your hand grazed over his dick. You pulled back from the kiss, biting your lip down at Yoongi because he looked so cute below you even though you had barely touched him. This sight was something you never wanted to forget, yet never want it to end and wanted more of it at the same time.

You raised your finger and ran it over the bulging vein on the side of his dick. Raising your hand to your face, you spit on it before wrapping it around Yoongi’s cock, all the while keeping eye contact with him. Your hand moved all the way down to the base of his cock slowly before coming back up to his tip and then repeating the action.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispered, closing his eyes slightly as your hand slightly tightened around his length. Yoongi’s hand came to rest on the part of your thighs that were exposed, slightly raising it up your hips a little more before moving his hand to your ass and giving it a playful spank which made you let out a slight gasp.

Finally, you moved off his lap, getting on your knees and separating his legs so you could sit between them. You took your time with Yoongi, kissing his thighs until until you reached the base of his dick and taking it into your hands again.

“D-Dont tease, please,” Yoongi whined as your tongue kept placing small kitten (hehe kitten, cause Yoongi’s a kitten too lmao I’m sorry) licks on his tip, licking away the beads of pre-cum that had gathered there. You let out a small giggle before flattening your tongue and licking up the length of his cock making Yoongi let out a breathy moan.

You opened your mouth, letting his cock slip inside inch by inch. Hollowing out your cheeks, you moved your head back and repeated the action, sucking hard but not enough to hurt him. You were determined to make Yoongi cum.

Hearing his groan when you did that made you think back to the time when you heard him pleasuring himself in his bedroom the other night. Yoongi had left the door open, letting your hear his noises when you walked over to your room. His groans were soft but just loud enough to be heard from outside. The quiet noises of slick juices mixed in with his small moans had fucked with your mind and any innocent thoughts you had before, were replaced ones of how Yoongi would look while whining and coming on himself.

“G-God - Y/N, fuck don’t stop,” low whimpers were being heard from him. Yoongi looked down and locked eyes with you.

“You look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock Y/N. So pretty,” he spoke but mostly to himself, however that didn’t stop a low moan slipping from yourself, the vibrations going all through Yoongi’s body.

Yoongi’s moans got louder and be became a little bit more restless, hips bucking into your mouth making you choke a little but that only made him groan - he bought his own hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair to his ears, rubbing them softly in hopes of reaching his peak. It didn’t take long until Yoongi came whilst your name slipped off his lips, his cum shooting into your mouth.

Yoongi lay there a little breathless but pulled you up, licking your chin and the sides of your mouth, swallowing the residue of his own cum that didn’t get swallowed by you. Yoongi’s hair was stuck to his forehead due to the sweat, his soft black ears hanging back tiredly.

“I-I’ll go now,” you whispered, turning embarrassed by the not so innocent situation that took place. Hopping off his lap quickly, you grabbed your bag and rushed to your room, a red tinge over your cheeks and your entire body burning.

Yoongi was left there breathless and more than a little taken back. The girl of his dreams had just given him a blowjob he’d been wanting for so long, but now it was going to be even harder (than his dick amirite) to forget you on your knees taking his dick into your mouth.

Waking up the next morning, you stared at the ceiling above you. How were you going to face Yoongi now? You gave Yoongi head, your best friend, a blowjob! How were you supposed to talk to him when all you could think about was how good he looked above you, becoming a whimpering mess. You lazily put on a shirt and shorts, washing your face and heading out into the kitchen to make breakfast for you both.

“Morning,” Yoongi greeted you in the kitchen after he had taken a shower, his wet and dark locks making him look even better if possible.

“M-Morning.” You replied, stuttering over the word just a little.

“What’s for breakfast?” He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.


“Hm, sounds delicious.” Yoongi started before everything went quiet for a few moments.

“Look, Yoongi about yesterday-”

“Let me fuck you.”

“W-What?” You turned around to face him but maybe it was a bad idea. His gaze was burning into your eyes, intense and determined.

“I didn’t stutter. I like you, I really, really like you. Do you know how hard it was to fall asleep yesterday night?” Yoongi took a step towards you, placing his hand on your cheek. The action making you sigh contently and press your cheek against his hand. “Especially after your cute little mouth was wrapped around my cock, God, I can’t forget it.”


“I see the way you look at me, it’s a little obvious you like me I have to say,” He chuckled, “Y/N, please say something, you don’t know how much self control it’s taking me to not take you right here right now.”

“Then do it.” Not even a second later his soft lips were pressed against yours, his large hands coming to pull your body against his. You raised your hands to wrap them around his neck, fingers twirling into his hair and tugging gently, making him groan. Yoongi was hard in no time, his dick pressing against your lower stomach.

“Yoongi, couch,” was all you managed to mutter out against his lips before his arms wrapped around your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips were still pressed against each others, it was needy, but the both of you couldn’t pull away from each other. Yoongi made it to the couch (all the while bumping into a few things), sitting down so his back was against the rest as you sat over his legs again, a replay of last night coming into play.

His hands came to your waist, pulling you in closer. Your heat rubbed against his growing erection, the slight contact making you moan. You could feel Yoongi smirking while he kissed you - the small moan he got out of you making him want to hear more.

You sounded so cute to him, yet so fucking sexy at the same time. Taking a hold of your hips, he began to rock your hips against his hard on, making you pull away from the kiss, mouth slightly ajar as you felt the pleasure shoot up through your entire body. Yoongi’s hands fluttered just underneath your shirt, pulling the material off of your upper body, staring at you with a brief smile on his face.

“You’re so beautiful, so much more than what I imagined.” Yoongi muttered, mostly talking to himself, voice coming out as a low whisper but your ears managed to pick it up - a blush spreading across your face. Yoongi smiled up at you, placing kisses to your neck before you felt his teeth nibbling at it. The contrast of the sweet kisses and the biting making you go a little crazy.

Yoongi didn’t waste anymore time, his hands coming to undo your your bra and sliding it off your shoulders, pulling you towards him once again, hand trailing over one of your nipples.Your hands came to his hair again, occasionally stroking his ears making him groan. His warm mouth wrapped around the other as his hand fondled with the other, you already becoming weak at his touches. Yoongi moved you off his lap, your back pressing against the couch, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Let me treat you princess. After all, you were so kind to me yesterday,” Yoongi spread your legs, situating himself between your legs, kissing up along your thighs softly, gently. His larger hands came to unzip your shorts, pulling them down your legs. He smirked when he saw the wet patch on your underwear,  almost chuckling to himself.

“I made you this wet already? We haven’t even started yet, princess.” The nickname sent shivers down your spine, somehow his voice dropped even lower when he had said it. Yoongi’s slender fingers brushed the waistband of your panties before his mouth was trailing kisses across your lower stomach. Yoongi pressed his thumb just above your clit over your panties, making you groan - he was so close to your bundle of nerves yet so far away at the same time.

He smirked to himself, slowly inching his thumb lower and rubbing your clit in small figure eights, his eyes consuming the way you held in a breath, tossing your head back at the delicious rush of pleasure running through your veins, the way your back arched just slightly off the couch. Yoongi loved it. He wanted more.

Yoongi widthrew his thumb from your clit, moving himself to a better position, one where his face was directly in front of your heat. Yoongi moved your wet panties to the side, unveiling your slick walls. Yoongi looked up at you, smirking and moving forward, his pink tongue sticking out as he licked your throbbing nub, never tearing his eyes away from yours. That alone had you going crazy. The fact he looked so innocent while doing a not so innocent action was driving you nuts.

Yoongi groaned at how you tasted. It was divine to him. His finger came to hook into your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the side. Grabbing your thighs, he moved you closer to his mouth, wrapping his soft, pink lips around your clit - he alternated from sucking to flicking his tongue over the small nub, your small whimpers telling him to keep going.

His tongue did one final flick to your clit before he flattened it out, licking up your folds, gathering your juices on his tongue and moaning into your pussy.

“Fuck I should have eaten you out sooner, you’re so sweet.” Yoongi bought his fingers to your folds, spreading them apart for himself.

“So pink, so wet,” he muttered, keeping your pussy spread for him, his tongue coming to run up your pink folds.

“F-Fuck Yoongi,” you moaned, hands coming to grip at the corners of the couch tightly.

Yoongi’s middle finger circled your clit gently before slipping inside you easily, making your back arched off the couch. Yoongi smirked to himself, proud by the fact he didn’t have to do much to have you under his charm. Yoongi took his time, letting his finger be swallowed by your wet walls before pulling it out and repeating the action, slowly.

It wasn’t soon until his index finger joined, fastening his pace by a little - Yoongi placed kisses to your thighs as he did so, only to move his head away and pull out his fingers from you, raising them up and spreading his fingers so your juices were clearly evident, placing his fingers to his lips afterwards and keeping his eyes on you.

“So very sweet, taste yourself for me.” His finger dipped into you again, pulling it out and raising it to your lips this time. You opened your mouth, enveloping his finger in your mouth, humming around it. Yoongi’s mind was invaded by the thought of you last night, on your knees, mouth wrapped around his length with eyes filled with lust.

Yoongi withdrew his fingers his fingers from your mouth upsettingly. Instead he dipped between your legs, fingers pressing into you again whilst his mouth wrapped around your clit, his tongue massaging the throbbing bud sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, the contrast making you lose your breath.

His fingers curled themselves up, pressing against your g-spot which had you reach down to grip Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi groaned into your mound, feel good vibrations going through your body - his fingers kept hitting the same spot over and over again. That made your walls clench down on his hand while you tossed your head back, mouth ajar and eyes shut tightly.

Yoongi was mesmerised at how good you looked at that moment, a moaning mess above him. You rocked your hips against the ministrations of his fingers and mouth, desperate to reach your peak that was blooming closer and closer.

“You gonna come princess? C’mon baby, let me taste you,” That’s all it took for the coil in your stomach to break, your orgasm flowing throughout your entire body. You tossed your head back, mouth opening wider as a mantra of Yoongi’s name along with incoherent curses left your lips. Yoongi’s mouth didn’t pull away from your pussy, he helped you ride it out, his wet muscle lapping up everything he was able to get until you weakly whined and pushed his head away.

Yoongi sat back on his knees, his tongue that was buried in your legs before coming out to lick up around his mouth before he presses his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself that lingered on Yoongi’s lips.

“Don’t get too relaxed princess, you’re in for a long day,” Yoongi looked at you innocently, his ears falling down a little to give off the innocent appeal. You knew he was far from innocent though

Love Is Not Over


SUMMARY: You are Yoongi’s psychiatrist that helps him through his dark days, but what happens when your days become dark as well?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

chapter one

December 1, 2012

You laid in bed, with your eyes wide open, waiting for your alarm to go off. It was supposed to ring in only five more minutes, but you couldn’t wait that long, so you sprang out of bed and ran to the kitchen to get some coffee. Today was the first day of your career as a psychiatrist. You worked so hard to get to this day, and it had finally arrived. You got ready in less than twenty minutes, and rushed out of the door.

When you reached the building, you realized that the lights were still off and your car was the only one in the parking lot. You sighed, turned the volume of the radio in your car up, and anxiously tapped on your steering wheel, nervous for what the day might entail.

After what seemed like hours, you spotted your new boss’s car approaching the building. You hopped out of your car and waited at the door.

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Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

Stay Professional! Pt. 12

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 (Part 13 will be a continuation!)

Summary: You realise that you still have feelings for Jungkook despite his actions. You can’t help but melt and swoon under his charms- but you were still acting stubborn. When will you finally admit that you’re under his spell?

A/N: Honestly had a rough time writing this chapter- had to squeeze out the limited inspo I seemed to have so forgive me if it took long but regardless, enjoy the story! As always, responses would be appreciated! 

The blinding sunlight seeped through the white mesh curtains and you grumbled at the realisation of having to wake up. You turned around so that your back was facing the bright light and cuddled your blanket closer to your chest. You didn’t want to wake up to another day. You didn’t want to face your current problems of… Jungkook

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately, reminded of last night’s affectionate cuddles you knew you shouldn’t have enjoyed so much. You looked over your shoulder and to your surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes rested on the sight of neatly folded blankets on the floor mattress he supposedly ‘slept’ on last night. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up. 

You carelessly threw on a bathrobe for extra warmth during the chilly morning and shuffled towards the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. 

“Thank you for letting me stay the night. I can’t thank you enough for giving me a chance to express my apologies.” You stopped your shuffled footsteps and shifted your ear closer to the doorframe. It was childish to eavesdrop, but you physically couldn’t stop yourself from doing so. 

“It’s fine dear. I just hope I made the right choice.” Your mother’s quiet giggle sounded mute as you were listening through the door that connected the hallway to the kitchen. 

“I guarantee you that you did. I will take care of Y/N no matter what. I can give you my word, ma’am. I know that to you that might not sound convincing because I know I’ve made some pretty dumb and selfish decisions but… would you allow me to be selfish once more and let me love Y/N?” Jungkook’s soft morning voice sent chills down your spine. Was it the way that his voice sounded so irresistibly sultry in the mornings? Or his sweet words that had you practically melting by the doorframe. 

“I’ll do it right this time.” Jungkook chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet sound. 

“Jungkook dear, I don’t know much about you at all. And for a fact, I can’t make any reliable judgements about you from just what she’s told me and from what I’ve seen from you. But I have a good feeling that what you’re proposing to me is sincere. I’m deciding to trust my instincts so please don’t let me down. Don’t let her down.” 

“You have my word, ma’am.” 

“Good morning.” You walked in on their quite intimate conversation about you with a straight face, although you were full of glee inside from Jungkook’s charming words. 

“Morning” Jungkook smiled radiantly as his small dimple made an appearance. You had to pretend as though he didn’t just give you a small heart attack from that unexpected cuteness so early in the morning so you managed to maintain that straight face, just barely

“What’s for breakfast?” You rummaged through the shelves in search of a cup and your mother immediately got up from her seat. 

“Oh I haven’t thought about that yet. What would you like?” She asked and you replied a little late from drinking water. 

“Anything, mum. Is there anything you want to eat, Jungkook?” You casually murmured as you put the cup in the sink and Jungkook’s eyes lit up at your sudden acknowledgment of his existence. He looked a little taken aback but you could tell that he could hardly contain his glee. 

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Good Little Assistant (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut

A/N: I wrote this one for Admin Panda, because she is our good little secretary. I was going to do Jimin next but…I didn’t feel like it anymore. (Sorry Admin Kook, I’ll get around to it…soon).

-Admin Moon

Read Previous Works: First Class / The Wounded Heart

I thought this department retreat would be like all the others we’d been forced to attend. A campfire at night, some trust exercises, and food that I wouldn’t feed to my worst enemy. How wrong I was. Two weeks before the retreat, our boss, Min Yoongi had just come it the main office in the United States from the one in Korea. With black hair and brown eyes you could just get lost in, Yoongi immediately made an impact around the office. He had mainly kept to himself since he began, but everyone knew what a room lighting smile he had.

I was his personal assistant so I knew more than others just how charming he could be. Every time he called me into his office, I had NSFW thoughts about what he could want me for. Unfortunately, it was usually just photocopying or some other menial task. The weekend retreat was a chance for all of us to get to know each other outside the confines of the office. Everyone attended them with resent, but this year I was looking forward to it. There was so much I wanted to learn about Yoongi and it would be the perfect opportunity.

The bus pulled into the Red Top Lodge and we all filed out. As we did, we were each handed a bunk assignment like we were back in summer camp. I was sharing a room with four other women, all who were from the accounting department. As soon as the door shut behind us it became immediately apparent that they’d be gossiping about our CFO all weekend. “I heard he had to leave his last job in Korea, because he was being stalked!” Tiffany, the payroll clerk, said excitedly. “She was the filing girl, apparently.”

“No.” Brittany waved her hand to bat away the comment. “I heard he was charged with sexual harassment..” Merissa put in her two cents in next. “I don’t care what he’s done, he’s as gorgeous as sin. Have you seen his hands?” The three of them giggled like schoolgirls before turning to me, expecting my input. Out of us all, I had the most contact with Yoongi. They probably expected some kind of inside information…not that I had any. I shrugged. “He seems nice.”

“That’s all?” Merissa pushed on. “Are you holding out on us, Y/N?”

“Not at all. He keeps to himself, that’s all.” I turned away from the three ladies and started making my bed, hoping that they wouldn’t ask any more questions. Even if I did know something about Yoongi, I wasn’t sure I would share it with them anyway. The lunch bell rang out and we all met back at the dining hall. The lunch consisted of sandwiches, chips and soda. It wasn’t the kind of food we were all used to eating but didn’t have that special camping feel to it. After we ate, groups were assigned and we all split off.

Crossing my fingers finally paid off, because I was allocated to Yoongi’s team. We headed off into the forest to play some trust games. Deep in the woods our group leader, James, paired us off. When it came down to just Yoongi and I, my stomach fluttered. I wanted to get to know my boss better and this weekend was supposed to be all about bonding. We were given a scavenger hunt list that I hoped would split us off from the group. It was meant to force us to act as a team. Given only two hours, we were told to hurry as there was a lot to be gathered. “Should we start at the top?” I suggested meekly. “As good a place as any,” Yoongi replied.

He was wearing black shorts with a blue shirt that highlighted the muscles on his arms. I bet he went to the gym every lunch break when he religiously took his hour off.

We set off and delved further into the woods, the murmurs of all the others disappearing into the distance. We were completely alone in the wilderness and all I could think about was the bonding we were supposed to be doing. “There might be some spider webs in the cave up there,” Yoongi said, pointing to a black hole several feet up the trail. “Who puts spider webs on a scavenger hunt?”

“It’s probably supposed to help us overcome our fear of them.”

“I doubt you’re scared of spiders.” Yoongi shrugged. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Nothing?” I asked incredulously. He shrugged again and I kind of believed him. The few feet were quickly traversed before we reached the entrance to the cave. It was a lot bigger than I expected it to be, easily fitting us both inside. I searched for a cobweb or two but came up short. When I stood, Yoongi was directly in front of me…looking down at me with an intense gaze. “No cobwebs,” I stuttered out. “No,” he replied, taking a step closer to me. “What a shame.”

His lips were on mine before I could register what was happening. My body melted against his as his tongue lapped at my mouth. I parted my lips and let him in, greedily welcoming him. His right hand cupped my cheek as his thumb caressed the skin there. My knees were weakening just from the kiss. If he didn’t release me soon I was going to be nothing more than a puddle on the floor. We kissed until there was no air left in my lungs. Yoongi pulled back so I could see the fire in his eyes. They burned with desire, a look I hadn’t seen in him before. Out of all the women in the office, it made my stomach flip flop to know he was choosing me.

“I’ve had to stare at your sexy ass for two weeks now,” Yoongi started, “and it’s taken every inch of my control not to slap that sweet pussy of yours.” The pussy that he was referring to came alive with his words. I was never one for office flings but I would gladly make an exception for this exceptional man. His lips pressed upon mine before I could say anything. His hands slid down the curve of my breast to land on my waist and then around to my back. He pulled me closer against him until I was completely encased in his embrace. He pushed a leg between mine so our bodies could get even closer. “Feel that, baby girl?”

His cock pressed into my hips, as hard as a rock. There had been plenty of speculation about the size of our CFO’s penis but I got the feeling everybody had underestimated it. “Mmm,” I moaned. He was making me senseless, all I could think about was that cock and how good it would feel being fucked by it. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered. We were in a cave with the rest of our office wandering around the forest all around us. It didn’t seem the best place to get naked but I could never refuse a direct order from my boss…especially not such a seductive order. “Yes, sir,” I replied. He stood back and watched me with eagle eyes.

I started with my company T-shirt and black shorts. His lips curled into a smirk when he saw my underwear. Despite the boring camp, I had gone out of my way to wear my nicest white lace thong. It made me feel a little bit special when I had to wear such boring clothes. “White, huh?” he said. My cheeks burned slightly, I hadn’t expected anyone to see my panties when I got dressed that morning. There was always the hope, but I never would have expected this. “It’s my favorite color. Now take them off before I tear them from you.” I reached around to unclip my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. I let it hang there as I reached down and stepped out of my panties.

Finally, the white lacy bra fell to the floor. I was completely naked in front of my boss. If it weren’t for his appreciative gaze, I may have found myself quite self conscious. Yoongi’s eyes travelled down from my face, lingering on my chest, and finally resting on the curve of my hips. The bulge in his pants was clearly visible, even in the dimness of the cave. He closed the gap between us and swept me into his arms. His lips met mine again before peppering my neck with little bites. I was left on the cusp of pleasure and laughter, unsure whether to giggle or moan with excitement. I felt like doing both.

His lethal tongue went lower until he reached my breast. His lips sucked on my nipple as his tongue twirled little circles around the sensitive bud. My back arched, pressing my breasts against him. I would do anything so that he could take more of me into his mouth. He laughed, his warm breath feeling exquisite against my naked skin. He gently nibbled on my nipple before finally releasing me. We kissed again as his hand moved lower, making my stomach shudder as he skimmed over it. I gasped as his hand cupped my wet pussy. If he wasn’t already aware of how turned on I was, it would be then.

His fingers tickled along my clit, my hips rocked, making the movement more intense. While Yoongi held me, I reached down and pulled open the zipper on his shorts. My hands slid around his cock, while he stroked my clit in long, luxurious caresses, I rubbed his cock through his trunks. I grew tired of the fabric being between us and dove deep into his underwear. His cock was soaked with precum, making the tip wet and slippery just begging for some action. His hips melted and his whole body temporarily weakened to my touch. My hand pumped up and down his shaft as it grew harder and thicker. It was satisfying to see this powerful man come undone with just a few delectable strokes.

He let me go suddenly and the cold cave air encompassed my body, making me miss his warmth. I stood naked and panting while he quickly removed his clothes. With every item that he peeled away, I grew more excited. His hard abs and ripped muscles proved that he definitely looked after himself. As soon as he was undressed, he tugged me closer. Our bodies entwined and I quickly lost track of where all our limbs were. Yoongi picked me up and took a few steps to the side. I didn’t realize we were outside until the sun peeked through the top of the trees and blinded me.

Yoongi laid me on the ground with his body pressing against mine. I opened my legs to him as he positioned himself between them. I took the weight of his body as our hips connected. His cock rubbed against my clit so our juices mixed together. I should have worried that we were in the forest and out in the open, but I couldn’t think about anything except the sexy man teasing me with his length. “God, you’re sexy,” Yoongi moaned against my skin. He sucked on my nipple, shooting a direct line of pleasure right down to my pussy. My body was a mass of sensations and every nerve tingled with happiness.

“Fuck me,” I begged. His cock had been teasing me for too long. I needed him inside me before I couldn’t stand it anymore. He shifted position and his cock thrust into me with an effortless power. He plunged in while I gasped, finally realizing just how big he really was. Seeing it and feeling it were two different things. A feeling of fullness and completion washed over me as he started bucking his hips. Our naked bodies were exposed to anyone who might have walked by as his cock repeatedly thrust deep into my pussy. With his hand, Yoongi continued to toy with my clit. Our bodies slapped together and mixed with the sounds of the forest. It seemed such a natural thing to do in the lush surroundings. An orgasm quickly rose within me, because of how excited I was. Everything in my body became a tight coil, ready to spring loose and explode.

It was only a matter of seconds before I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. “Come for me,” Yoongi ordered. He was so used to bossing me around in the office that this seemed like a natural extension of his power. I would happily oblige his directions, I would do whatever he said.

His fingers followed through on the order, rubbing my clit hard so I had no choice but to obey anyway. The spring unwound as the orgasm ripped through me. I moaned Yoongi’s name like it was a prayer and let the tingling feeling of absolute joy barrel through me. Everything felt euphoric, like I was having an out of body experience. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good,” Yoongi said as he sped up his pace. “My cock… so,” His closed his eyes as he buried himself in me one last time. We were both awash with ecstasy now, lost in the sea of the orgasm and powerless to do anything about it.

I relaxed every part of me while sinking into oblivion. My legs unwrapped from around him. For the first time, I noticed the leaves underneath me. They were going to stick to my ass when I eventually got up. Yoongi didn’t linger too long, he pulled off me, taking his weight on his arms while his cock slid out of me. “We should get back soon,” he said. “That’s probably smart. Wouldn’t want people to start missing us.” He stalked back to the cave and retrieved our clothes, handing me mine. I wasn’t sure what to say, whether this meant anything to him or if it was just a one time kind of thing.

He was my boss, after all. I still wanted to keep my job at the end of the day. I needed to keep my job. Unemployment didn’t pay the bills and I certainly had a lot of them. I was still paying off my student loans. “That was really fun,” Yoongi said as he dressed. It seemed a shame to cover up all those muscles. At least I finally knew what was under those clothes. “Yeah, it was.”

“It has to remain our secret.” I liked the thought that we shared a secret. “I won’t tell anyone.” “Good.” He kissed me once we were dressed and started heading back to camp. I guessed we weren’t going to actually gather anything on the scavenger hunt. At least we’d bonded, and that was the point, right?

I followed him back and pretended I couldn’t work out why we’d failed so dismally in our hunt. Tiffany and her partner won the game, finding everything on the list in record time. They probably had their clothes on for the entire hunt. When I caught Yoongi’s eye across the lawn, he winked at me. I tried not to read too much into it, but I wanted to. I hoped he was reliving our naked encounter and craving more, just like I was. It wasn’t long before we had to prepare for dinner, we were to eat around the campfire, in true bonding spirit. Yoongi sat across the fire from me, that cheeky sparkle still in his eye every time he glanced my way.

I took an oversized marshmallow and heated it on the flames. It was gooey when I pulled it back and blew on it to cool it down. I noticed Yoongi watching me intently, so I decided to give him a show. Pulling the marshmallow off the stick, I started to lick it off my fingers. It was so gooey it stuck easily and was much harder to remove from my skin. I licked my fingers suggestively, pretending his cock could take their place, if he wanted it to. He shifted on the log he was sitting on. I could imagine his shaft getting hard and uncomfortable in his pants. His mind should be filled with erotic pictures if I was doing a good job.

One of my co-workers sat beside me, plonking down suddenly. “What a huge waste of time this whole team bonding thing has been,” Brittany moaned. “Oh, I don’t know, it seems to make us a bit closer,” I replied as I tore my gaze away from Yoongi. My boss and I had become much closer since arriving at the camp. “You obviously haven’t been listening to Mark and all his friends. It just reminds me what a bunch of assholes we work with.” She started roasting a marshmallow. I stole a glance at Yoongi and saw him staring at me intently. I decided to ignore him for now, he’d had me too easily today. I didn’t want him to think I was completely desperate…even if he did make my pussy wet with just one look.

“Do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?” I asked. Hopefully there would be a chance for some more alone time so I could bond some more with my boss. Merissa shrugged. “Trust exercises or some bullshit like that. I wished I’d thought to bring some alcohol. This weekend would be so much more fun with tequila.” I wasn’t going to argue with her. Our team bonding weekends were notorious for being long and boring. This was the first one I’d actually enjoyed and that was only because I’d been fucked by the boss.

As people started to sing around the campfire, I decided it was time to slip away. I only sang in the shower and only then when I was alone. I didn’t need to spend any more time with my colleagues. There was no sign of Yoongi when I merged into the shadows and walked back to my cabin. I grabbed my wash bag from my overnight bag and headed for the shower block. I had to admit it was nice to see such a clear sky with all its twinkling lights. You didn’t get that kind of view from the city where the artificial lights never dimmed. The camp was in a beautiful spot, I loved it out here.

The shower block was empty when I stepped inside. It was separated between men and women but I couldn’t hear any noise from either side. I slipped into one of the stalls on the female side and stripped off my clothes. The block may have been breezy but at least they had hot water. I let the liquid wash over me and clean away the dirt I had accumulated from the forest floor. Some leaves were still stuck in my hair from rolling around with Yoongi. I heard footsteps approach and waited for another one of the showers to turn on.

When the feet stopped, I turned around and was face to face with Yoongi. He grinned at me. “That was a dirty trick you played on me back there.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied innocently. “So you always eat marshmallows off your fingers like that?”

“Always.” A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Are you here to punish me, Mr. Min?” His eyes darkened. “Should you be punished, Y/N?”

“I think so.” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over the top of the stall. His shorts were gone in less time again. His trunks followed until we were both as naked as the day we were born. “What if someone comes in?” I asked. My breath hitched in my throat with anticipation. “Then you better be quiet or we’ll get caught.” He took a step closer to me. Placing his hands on my waist, he turned me around until I faced the tiled wall of the stall.

Water cascaded down over both of us now. His hands wandered as they moved down my body, my stomach quivered as he tickled my belly. His touch was magical, I couldn’t believe what he made me feel with every little motion. I leaned back against him and let the feel of his skin warm me. The water was hot but his skin burned with fire. My pussy started to throb, desperate for some attention. I wanted his fingers in all the places they shouldn’t be. “You’ve got a sexy body, Y/N. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

His hands moved up to cup my breast, one in each palm. He massaged them while pleasurable tingles pinged in my pussy. “God, I love your hands.” I moaned as my body melted. I was putty in his hands and he could mold me however he wanted. A groan escaped my lips. I could let him massage me all day long as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. He seemed to know exactly where to touch for the maximum effect. How was it that Yoongi knew his way around my body better than I did? He had skills I’d never seen before. “Bend over, Y/N,” he ordered in barely more than a whisper.

I followed his command and bent forward, when I did his hands left my breast and moved to my hips. He held me in place against him with one palm while the other hand delved between my legs. He cupped my apex, wiggling his fingers through my folds. “Always so wet and willing. You’re in for a raise if you keep this up.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. He may or may not have been joking but I would play along gladly. This weekend was about bonding and I was going to make the most of it. There was no relationship more important at work than between me and my boss. He tickled my clit until I squirmed. My belly clenched as I tried to stave off the orgasm for as long as possible. It would be all too easy to succumb early, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to enjoy the sensations for as long as I could. His finger slipped into my entrance with ease. He pumped me a few times before withdrawing, satisfied I was more than ready for him.

Yoongi repositioned himself and nudged my legs wider apart so he could push into me. His cock broke the barrier of my entrance and thrust deep inside me. I gasped as I grabbed onto the shower so I didn’t sink to my knees. Yoogni leaned forward, covered my back with his chest. He brushed aside my hair and kissed my neck. His lips sparking fires everywhere they caressed. Our bodies slapped together as his hips thrust against me. Even over the noise of the running water, I could hear the skin on skin smacking together. We were more lubricated than normal with the water adding to our enjoyment.

We both started grunting as we were lost in the action. It didn’t matter who we were at the moment, only what we were doing. Yoongi’s hand worked hard on my clit. He rubbed my nub, reminding me who was in charge. Just like we were back in the office where Yoongi held all of the power. He could tell me what I had to do and I would obey. Just a few movements of his fingers and I would be forced to experience untold pleasure. “I’m close,” he panted. “My cock is about to explode.”

“I’m close too,” I replied. I could barely get the words out as my stomach coiled into a tight ball. I was so close to release that it was all I could think of. His hips bucked faster as his hand pressed down onto my clit. I couldn’t keep it together any longer. “Fuck!” Yoongi grunted at the same time, summing it up perfectly for both of us. We surged into the orgasm together as our bodies experienced the same untold joy. All my senses dulled as my heartbeat shot into the stratosphere. Yoongi was going to give me a heart attack if he kept up with this kind of action.

All my limbs tingled as he pulled me against him. His cock pulled from my pussy as he spun me around. Our arms went around one another as we held each other close. I could hear his heart beating in his chest as my head rested against it. Water continued to flow down our bodies as we lost ourselves in the moment. I couldn’t think about anything except the wonderful joy zipping through my nerves. Even if someone walked in on us, I don’t think I would have been able to do anything about it.

My feet were rooted to the spot and Yoongi’s embrace was far too nice to move out of. We stood together for a long time. Eventually, Yoongi turned off the faucet and the water stopped. I wondered how many people would be having a cold shower because of us tonight. “Go back to your dorm and sleep,” Yoongi said as he released me from his hold. “We’ll talk again tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone about this.”

“I won’t.” I wouldn’t. Besides being nobody else’s business, I enjoyed having a secret with him. It was something only the two of us shared and that made me feel special. Yoongi took his clothes and left the shower block. I could imagine him getting dressed by moonlight outside. Or maybe he’d walk back to his dorm completely naked so he could find his towel in his room. I wondered what people would think if they saw him. I dried off and put on my pajamas before returning to my own dorm. The sound of a group of my colleagues singing drifted through on the balmy air. I hoped they would continue on for a while so I could have the dorm to myself for a bit longer. Climbing into bed, I stared at the bottom of the bunk above me. The weekend had not turned out as I expected it would. I drifted off to sleep a very satisfied coworker.

In the morning, the camp alarm woke everyone in my dorm simultaneously. I hadn’t heard them come in last night. Each of us grumbled with the early start but none of us wanted to miss out on breakfast so we reluctantly got up and dressed. Yoongi was already in the cafeteria when I reached it. The spot next to him was tempting to take but I didn’t succumb. I sat across from the room from him instead and refused to look his way. Nobody would have the opportunity to put two and two together about us. I would show him that I could be discreet. After eating, we were given more activities to do in pairs. Yoongi immediately chose me and pulled me away from the others. We were behind the shed before he started talking. “I have a proposition for you.” That certainly piqued my curiosity. “I’m listening.”

“I need someone to fulfill a very specialized role in the company. I think you’d be perfect for the position.”

“I appreciate you thinking of me. What is the role?” His gaze flicked around to make sure nobody else was in earshot. We were completely alone, I couldn’t even see anyone else. “I have very active sexual urges. My appetite for women is insatiable, to say the least. Sex is on my mind most of the time and seeing you at your desk just outside my office every day is driving me crazy.”

“Um, sorry…”

“No, you’re not.” He grinned with a cheeky lilt of his lips. “You drive me wild, Y/N. I want you to put the personal in personal assistant.”

“I’m not sure if I completely understand,” I said. Was he talking about what I thought he was talking about? In this kind of situation, I definitely needed some clarification. He leaned in until I could feel his warm breath on my skin. “I want to fuck you, Y/N. Every day. At work. In every way imaginable. Whenever I want it, you will provide it. In exchange, you will receive an assistant to do your work and I’ll triple your salary.”

“You’ll be paying me for sex,” I stated bluntly. It was verging close to prostitution. I didn’t have a problem with that, but it still seemed wrong. “No, I will be paying you to be available to me. You do always have the opportunity to say no. I’m not going to force you into anything but you know what to expect when you turn up to work every day.” His proposal sent a thrill down my spine. I never really liked my job, it was boring and there wasn’t any room for promotion. With triple the salary and an assistant, I could actually live instead of just survive. Plus, the best thing about the deal would be having sex with Yoongi. Honestly, I would gladly fuck him for free but I wasn’t going to tell him that now.

I didn’t care about the details of our arrangement, as long as Yoongi and I were into it, then it didn’t matter. “So?” Yoongi prompted. “Say yes, Y/N. I need to be inside you every day. I need you to be stretched out over my desk as I spank that sexy ass of yours.” Well when he put it that way… “Yes, I’ll do it. I agree.” A smile split his face in two. He held out a hand and I shook it. We’d just made the deal of a lifetime, one where I’d get to be his good little assistant.

Sugar on the Asphalt

bts x reader // fluffy angst, eventual smut // 2158 words

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

summary: In which Yoongi doesn’t know how to bite his tongue and you fight fire with fire.

Originally posted by enflorescence

“So all my friends think we’re sleeping together.”

“Um, Hello Hobi. My day has been great, how about you?” You scoffed, eyes wide at the way your friend blurted out something so blunt before you even had a chance to say your pleasantries. You were enjoying your Sunday afternoon sprawled out on your couch watching Stranger Things on Netflix while planning next week’s cupcake menu. You hadn’t even bothered to change out of your pajama bottoms and tank top. Your hair was curling and sticking every which way and you had a white binder full of recipes thrown haphazardly across your stomach. Unless you had plans to pick up special ingredients or hang out with Hoseok, Sundays were for pjs and minimal effort. 

Your brain was floating somewhere between sriracha chocolate and orange ginger when Hobi’s annoying ringtone screeched you out of your internal debate. He had downloaded the ringtone onto your cell himself. It was apparently Suga’s voice, and all you could hear was him screaming “J-HOOOOOPE,” over and over until you picked up. It could get really embarrassing in public. 

“I’m sorry, peach,” he chuckled sheepishly. “What are you doing?”

You sighed, reaching to set your binder on the coffee table. “Brainstorming special flavors for next week. Why do your friends think we’re having sex? What did you say to them when I left?”

“Aish! It’s not like that.” He laughed. You could just picture the way his eyes must have widened as he tried to explain what happened after you left his place last night. Apparently Hobi had kept you quite the secret. The guys figured he had found a girlfriend when he disappeared for hours at a time, or spent hours on his cellphone laughing and teasing the other person on the phone. He claimed that he never felt the need to explain his behavior, because the boys never asked, but once he began telling his band mates about you they thought for sure you were his special friend, not his best friend. 

You couldn’t stop laughing. “Unbelievable, do you boys not hang out with chicks without wanting to dick them down or something?”

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Castration Anxiety

“For kali!”
I couldn’t count how many of them there were. The smoke obscured their exact numbers, but the amazons must have numbered in the hundred. I was tied, spread-eagle and naked, to two massive pieces of lumber.

One approached me. She was clearly some kind of leader, by how the others cheered as she stepped forward. She wore nothing but a smile. She was fit as hell, with toned abs connecting her unshaven pussy to her huge, swinging breasts. God, she was hot. I hoped Kali, whoever she was, needed a fertile male to impregnate their leader for another generation.

“For years, Kali has been angry at our lack of male sacrifice. But finally, one comes to us!”

Sacrifice? What the hell is-


My thoughts fell out of me with my wind, as a huge knee connected with my unprotected nuts. Pain exploded through me, as cheers exploded through the crowd. Had I had control of all of my limbs, I would be on the ground, dryheaving and holding my bruised sac.

“Tonight, we give her what she wants! Tonight, we make one less male in the world”

Oh god, were they going to kill me? I struggled against the vines holding me, but got nowhere.


Her fist connected with my left nut. More nutpain swelled up inside of me, starting at the base of my sac and working its way through my body. I just wanted it to end.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

3 more punches. It seemed like more were joining in the free for all ballbusting, but I sure as hell couldn’t tell. The only thing I could think about was the gut-wrenching pain emanating from my manhood.


A stomp connected. Somehow I was laying down. What was happening? I was still tied to the wooden X.

“I hope you enjoyed your time among the weaker sex.”

Who said that?

I recognized the sound before I felt the pain. Just before my world exploded in pain, I realized the last stomp had ruptured my left testicle. I felt its remains swishing around in my sac, as feminine hands palpated it, breaking any chunks the stomp may have left intact. If there had been any chance of repair, they were demolishing it.

They were breaking my balls.

“Kali has taken half of his lifeforce! Let us relinquish the rest!”

I don’t know how many more kicks, punches, stomps, and heels followed that one. My right nut had always been a little bigger than my left, so I guess it makes sense that it lasted longer.


Of course, my head couldn’t comprehend any of these thoughts.

Only one thing occupied my barely conscious mind


The fact that a group of amazons, naked and hotter than any woman I’ve ever seen


Were going to turn me into a eunuch.


And there goes righty.


I woke up drenched in sweat. My alarm read 3:34. I had work in 4 hours, but there was no way I was going back to sleep. I swear, I could still feel the bruises from the nightmare.


I hadn’t really needed a therapist before. I started going to Karen shortly after my divorce, mostly because I needed a pretty face to look at once a week. She had raven black hair, and perky, petite breasts. Her legs went from the floor all the way up to her perfect, toned bubble butt. Lying on her couch, I could usually look up her unprofessionally short miniskirt, and caught a few glimpses of her panties once or twice. In short, she provided an expensive, classy, personal striptease. Not that she knew it, of course. I usually made up some bullshit issue about my parents or childhood or something. Nothing too embarrassing, just convincing enough that I would get a sympathy hug or something.

I certainly didn’t want to tell her that I’d been dreaming about girls removing my testicles in a variety of ways for the past few weeks. I still held out hope she would sleep with me at some point, and no girl wants to fuck a guy with those types of problems. But this had seriously started to interfere with my personal life.

“Anything in particular you want to talk about this week, Jeremy?”

How do I start…

“Karen, what do you know about dreams?”

She giggled, her breasts bouncing wonderfully. I don’t think I’ve ever managed to return from once of these sessions without immediately jerking off.

“Dreams are more significant than most people realize. They can symbolize desires, fears, anxieties, hidden deep within your subconscious. Have you been having some strange ones?”

I was planning on toning down the severity of my dreams. I figured just telling her I was getting beaten up by women was good enough. But as I looked into those almond-brown eyes, I realized I couldn’t possibly lie to her. Maybe she won’t sleep with me, but I need to stop these fucking nightmares.

I told her about the amazons, cheerleaders, nurses, teachers, swim instructors, dominatrices, businessladies, and random women on the street who have been castrating me for weeks. I told her about the vicious ball popping, and how none had been kind enough to leave a solid chunk of manhood floating around in my nocturnally abused sac. I spared no detail, and as I elaborated my surprisingly intricate recollections of these terrors, she seemed to enjoy it.

Maybe enjoy is the wrong term. She just wasn’t giving me the dry heaves and disgusted looks I expected one to give upon hearing story after story about a guy losing his most valued organs in the most painful ways. In fact, a wry smile was forming on her lips, as if she enjoyed hearing my pain. After I finished, she delivered her diagnosis.

“Your case is not as uncommon as you might think. Freud called it ‘castration anxiety’, for obvious reason. There have been numerous studies into treatment, and luckily for you, I did my PhD in this very specific subfield!”

Ah, so she wasn’t some kind of sadist. This stuff was just familiar to her. Relieving, although I wondered what kind of person would voluntarily specialize in hearing first-hand accounts of vicious castration.

“Your case sounds particularly severe, but I’m sure I can help you out. Castration anxiety comes from an internal fear of the feminine …”

She prattled on and on about ids and egos and whatnot. As hot as she was, Karen was no slouch intellectually. Not that I cared; I’d bang the brains out of any girl with an ass like hers. As she went on, I caught a glimpse of her skirt, and felt blood rush to my nether regions.

“So, are you ready? We can start right now!”

“I’m going to need you to get completely naked, to start.”

WHOA. In any other case, I might have asked a few questions about what I had just missed, but I knew a come on when I heard one. I practically jumped out of my clothes, and sat on her couch bare-ass naked, awaiting her “treatment”.

She giggled again. “Wow, so eager. Most guys aren’t excited when they hear what’s necessary to cure a severe castration anxiety disorder. I probably won’t even have to tie you down.”

Wait, wha-


Before I could react, her kneecap connected with my all-too-real nuts. No nightmare. This was real.


A second knee. It’s incredible how much more conscious ballbusting hurts than its unconscious counterpart. Nothing any Amazon ever did to me in my sleep compared to this.

“Like I was saying, I’m not going to castrate you or do any permanent damage of course.”

Well that’s a relief. If only it matched the treatment she was delivering to my nuts. I tried to beg her to stop, or roll out of the way, or do something to prevent another ball-exploding impact, but before I could, her balled up fist connect squarely with the center of my left testicle, jabbing it into my pelvic bone, and releasing an agony I couldn’t describe if I wanted to.

“The purpose of this strategically-applied testicular pain is to make you realize that females can’t castrate you as easily as your subconscious mind thinks. Your balls can take quite a beating, you see.”

I realize she wasn’t drawing back for another hit, and let out a sigh of relief. Then I realized that was because her hand was already firmly on my sac, squeezing the shit out of it. My balls bulged between her fingers, and my eyes bulged out of my head. Her fingernails were digging into the sensitive tissue in the back of my manhood. How could this possibly be helpful to my mental health?

“In college, less than 20% of the males I tried this treatment on suffered a ruptured testicle! And nearly 98% came out with at least one testicle intact! Since you only really need one testicle to do anything with, I can guarantee you’ll be fertile after I’m done with you.”

Through the haze of pain, I could barely comprehend her words.

“Now, for the rapid testicle compressions.”

She wrapped each of her petite hands around one of my testicles, and leaned forward. I could see down her blouse, to the soft, tender breasts housed within. I could imagine a slightly different scenario, with her being the one completely naked, under my control. Rubbing my rock-hard cock against those puppies….

“Oop! That’s not an unusually reaction, nothing to be embarassed about.”

I realized my rock-hard cock was no fantasy. Even though my mind was in incomprehensible pain, some part had managed to realize that a beautiful woman was touching my most sensitive parts.

She stared for a while at my member, a small smile growing on her lips. I hoped it was in admiration, but I knew better. I had never been a particularly “big” guy, with my biggest hard-on coming in generously at 5.5 inches. At least she was professional about it.

“Here we go!”

Her hands rhythmically compressed and uncompressed my nuts. Her nails were like daggers, scratching the tender meat that housed my surely damaged genetic material. How could this not leave permanent damage?

But my eggs were too scrambled for me to voice any of these concerns. I kept staring down her chest, futilely hoping to counteract the pain from my junk with some pleasure. My cock remained marble-hard.

“Aaaand that should be it for today. You can get dressed now. Next week, we’ll try to take it a little further. Remember, you won’t be fully cured until you’re not scared of testicular damage, no matter what kind of abuse you take!”

I tucked my tender balls into my pants. I’m not the kind of guy who wears tight jeans, so I knew my balls had swollen considerably when I couldn’t fit them into my pants without a painful squeeze. As I dressed, Karen watched me, a grin from ear to ear. I guess she must have been proud of herself for her work.

“Oh! One more thing, I almost forgot. You can’t complete your treatment without these!”

She pulled out a small bottle of blue pills and handed them to me. I almost questioned her ability to prescribe medicine as a therapist, but I was too pain-addled to question anything.

“One per day, before you sleep. See you next week!”

That night, I went my first night without any nightmares. Of course, I hardly slept at all, as my huge, black and blue nuts kept me from passing out for more than half an hour without jolting me awake, screaming and clutching my wounded manhood.

The week passed uneventfully. My nuts began to shrink back to their normal size, and I almost was able to walk in a normal manner. I managed to go to work without anyone noticing my malady, so I thought. And, until Tuesday night, I thought I was cured. No nightmares at all!


A soccer ball whizzed by my head. A cry of disappointment came from my teammates. As I surveyed the field, I realized I was the only male there. Strange.

“You can’t fucking do anything right! I knew choosing a boy for a goalie was a bad idea!”

Some girl (on my team apparently) was bitching at me about my inability to be a team player or some shit. At least she couldn’t see my eyes behind this goalie mask, as they were firmly fixed on her massive tits. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t wearing a sports bra. Those things were seriously the size of soccer balls themselves.

“Are you even fucking listening to me?”

Ugh, what is she eve-


A cleated heel connected with my ballsac. Why didn’t I get a cup as a goalie?

As I fell to the ground, she lifted my legs up and spread them. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t, somehow.

Her foot rested on my busted balls, the tips of her cleats digging into my nuts. A smile curled on her face.

“Maybe these are distracting you. You really think me and the other girls can’t see you ogling us behind your mask? You’re a goalie. You are supposed to block balls, not have them.”

Oh shit.

Her weight shifted, and suddenly her cleats were not gently resting on top of my manhood. They were digging in, crushing my only chance at children.

“This won’t take long, and as soon as I’m done with these, we can get back to the game.”

She giggled. Why weren’t the refs stepping in? I felt my sac splitting where her cleats dug in.

Suddenly, just as I was sure my manhood was going to explode into a familiar sac of goo, she stepped off and bent down. If I were smart, I would have bolted off then. But of course, like an idiot, I sat there and waited for her next move.

She ripped my gear off with unbelievable ease, leaving my mangled nuts and dick uncovered for all to see. When she saw what my manhood had to offer, she broke into a laugh.

“I know some guys are growers, not showers, but that is the most pathetic dick I’ve ever seen! At least you won’t miss getting laid when I finish crushing these.”

I begged her to stop, but it was as pointless as begging the tide to come back in.

She stepped onto my nuts, grinding them into the muddy field. Pain exploded through me.

“Why are you even on a team if you can’t fucking play soccer? Honestly, losing these makes you fit in with team dynamic so much better.”

I looked up her leg. Through her shorts, I saw that she wasn’t wearing underwear. What kind of girl plays soccer commando? In fact, I realized she was completely naked. Had I had an ounce of mental comprehension at this point, this would have tipped me off that I was in a dream.

I stared up at her well-shaven bush, hiding a cute, tight pussy. Those massive DD’s swung ominously, like bells tolling for the end of my manhood. My dick was at its full 4.5 inches (what?! What happened to the last inch? How could I even measure my dick this accurately? Fuck I can’t think about this I’m getting castrated).

“Good. Keep that little thing out of my way. I’ll take care of it after I’m done with your nuts.”


A last wave of nausea spread through me, and I knew it was done. The spikes on her shoes met with the mud on the other side of my sac. My two balls were now many chunks, and as she ground her heel into my mess of a scrotum, I felt them transform into a fine mush. The all-female crowd cheered.

My cock stayed rock hard the whole time.


I woke up, in the usual sweat. This dream was so real, I could swear I actually could feel bruises on my nuts. Then I realized, I hadn’t finished healing after last week’s “session” with Karen. I squeezed my sac, making sure they were simply bruised and not broken. Surprisingly, my erection hadn’t been part of the dream. It was as hard as it had been during therapy. I realized I hadn’t masturbated since then, due to the pain. I started stroking gently, thinking about the soccer girl’s knockers. But something felt off. It felt…different.

I went to the bathroom and took a look. There was no way this was my imagination. My dick had shrank! I rushed to my desk and grabbed a ruler.

4.5 inches. My dream was right. I needed to go back to Karen and ask what the fuck was happening. Surely this couldn’t be unrelated to the castration anxiety.


“So, any dreams this week?”
I laid on her couch again, naked as the day I was born. This time, she had me strip as soon as I came in. Something about familiarizing my body with a feminine space or some psychobabble.

I noticed this week there were some kind of leather straps attached to the bottom and sides of the couch. I could only imagine what fresh hell she had in store for me.

“Just one, yesterday. Soccer girl with cleats.”

She shook her head. “That doesn’t sound so fun. Did she leave anything in there this time, or was it another total castration?”
“Not a thing.”

She shook her head. “Were you aroused this time?”

I nodded my head slowly. How could she possibly have known that?

“I understand if you’re embarrassed. It’s a common side effect of the pills I gave you. In addition to the reduction in the frequency of the dreams, they make them more…pleasurable.”

Oh yeah. Maybe those damn pills were to blame for my smaller dick.

“Did those pills have any…other side effects?”

Her gaze shifted down to my shrunken cock. Soft at the moment, it barely stood out; I could practically feel it retract farther into me as she stared at it knowingly.

“I assume you’ve been experiencing some… shrinkage?”

I couldn’t bring myself to respond. The humiliation was too great.

“Rest assured, it’s purely temporary. In fact, there have been some reports that males can gain permanent growth after the treatment is complete, up to 1.5 inches above the original size.”

Hot damn! A whole inch and a half? I can’t wait to finish this therapy business.

She must have noticed my reaction. “I figured you’d be pleased. Normally, I don’t prescribe them due to…other issues, but I figured you need all the help you can get in that department.”

I couldn’t believe how blunt she was being. She noticed my offense and quickly changed her tune.

“I mean, from a purely medical standpoint of course. I’m sure the women you sleep with are very satisfied.”

I know she was trying to be professional, but it would have been nice if she had kept from smiling entirely on that last part.

“Anyway, you’re penis isn’t what’s giving us trouble here. We’ve got to focus on your balls again. I’m going to have to strap you in for today’s procedure.”

Before I could protest, she secured the leather straps around my ankles and wrists. I was spread apart, my swollen sack cushioning my shriveled dick, the whole package resting on the cool leather of the couch.

“Today, I figured I’d try making it a little more real.”

“How much realer can it get than jamming your fingers halfway through my nuts?!”

She looked down at me sternly. “You men always exaggerate. I was barely touching them. Anyway, I got my farmhand friend to lend me a little…equipment this week.”

She brought out a massive, metal tool. I would call them pliers, but the end was too broad. I hadn’t been on a farm, but I recognized a castration tool when I saw one. She was going to do it for real. I was going to lose my nuts! I started struggling, trying to get away from this crazy bitch.

“Now now, those restraints aren’t going anywhere. And like I said, I’m not cutting your nuts off for real! You really need to separate fantasy from reality here.”

“In order to show you how fantastical a castration really is, I’m going to get as close to castrating you as possible. I will include verbal enhancement and pressure from the burdizzo, as well as the same testicular pressures and impacts from last week, although with a greater intensity and frequency.”

Not a single word of that sounded remotely pleasant.

“Oh, one last thing.”

She pulled out a ballgag and gagged me. “I know you know this is fake, but you may feel some mild terror at times. Try to keep calm; this will keep you quiet.”

She smiled wickedly. “Now, are you ready for me to cut your balls off?”

She positioned the burdizzo around the top of my sac, squeezing gently enough not to crush anything, but hard enough that I could feel the circulation running out of my nuts.

“Feel those little strings attaching your nuts to your body? Those are called your spermatic cords. The burdizzo is meant to snip them right off. This would be the first time you’re castrated without having your balls converted to a mushy soup first.”

She laughed. “Of course, that’s assuming I DON”T convert them to soup.”

She let go of the horrible thing with one of her hands, and swung her first hard into my nuts. She left the burdizzo clamped around my balls, so they had nowhere to go but into it. I felt them flatten against the hard metal, and then the pain hit me. Tears welled up, and I realized her fist hadn’t left my sac. She was driving it deeper and deeper into my nuts.

Usually, I kept my eyes glued on her chest and ass during therapy. So I guess I never noticed the large, pointy ring on her left ring finger.
I noticed now.

I screamed as loud as I could into the gag. There is no way she was faking this. This was not “Verbal enhancement”. I was not walking out of here the same gender I came in.

Just before I was sure the ring was going to punch through my right nut, she removed her hand. I could feel the indent left on the bottom side of my sac.

“Maybe you deserve a little treat before you lose these little boys forever.”

She smiled that smile again.

“And I do mean little. How often do you get laid anyway? I’m surprised none of the girls you’ve slept with have crushed your tiny balls just for trying to stick your dick in them.”

“But anyway, looks like your sac is pretty full. Maybe I could empty it before I ruin it?”

Was this still part of the roleplay? What the hell was going on? What did this have to do with my nightmares?

Before I could answer, I turned my head over to see the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Karen had taken her shirt off, and was in the process of removing her bra.

She saw the look on my face, and looked down at my rock-hard cock. “I assume you haven’t been able to masturbate all week after the beating from last Wednesday. Hopefully that means this will go quick. This is just a final orgasm, nothing more. We’re not doing this for your pleasure, after all. It just makes castration easier.”

“That doesn’t mean you have nothing to look forward to, of course. My ex did say I gave fantastic blowjobs.”

Oh my god oh my god. I don’t care if this was for roleplay or whatever, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. She was right about my sex life; my dick may not have been ultra tiny, but I sure as hell wasn’t any good with it.

And it didn’t help that I couldn’t last very…
Last very long in…uh…

Oh god….

Cum sprayed everywhere, before Karen even finished taking off her bra. My dick shot its huge, week-long backlog. The couch, burdizzo, and my chest were covered in my spunk.
Maybe that was it. Maybe the therapy was just making me cum, and we’re done now. I looked at her, hopeful that she would remove the tool constricting my manhood.

Then I saw her face.

“Well, that makes my job easier. At least you managed to miss me.”
She smiled.

“And I would have swallowed to.”

My cock managed a final spurt, hitting the one spot on my belly not covered in manjuice.

“I hope you enjoyed that at much as I enjoyed avoiding it. Say goodbye to your precious balls now.”
She stood up, strapping her bra on before I even got a glimpse of nipple. The burdizzo clamped down again, this time harder than before. I could feel my cords being crushed. My mind screamed in pain as my manhood swelled up.

She stood over me, her high heel pinning my right nut down. High heel?! What kind of therapist wears those?

“I see you’ve taken an interest in my heels. Wore them just for you. How else am I supposed to puncture through the strong Tunica albuginea?”
What the hell was she saying? Was that Latin? It didn’t matter.
The pressure on my nut increased. Had I been more lucid, I would have noticed that the tip of her heel coincided with the indentation left by her ring. I would have figured out that, although my nut could withstand either of those forces, there is no way it could have taken them in rapid succession in the same spot. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to figure that out before she put all her weight onto the testicle.
Even more unfortunately, neither did she.
In my dreams, ruptured testicles happened instantaneously. One minute I was a man, and the next minute only half of one. As her heel skewered my nut, I realized how long a real rupture takes. I could feel the tip going all the way through my poor testicle, and coming out the other side. I saw the expression on her face change from malice to surprise as she realized what she had done.


Her mouth formed the perfect “O” in surprise, the same O that had been promised for the most heavenly blowjob. She unstrapped me and removed the ballgag for my mouth, before pulling her phone out and rapidly dialing 911.

In all the pain and terror, I hardly noticed the burdizzo was still clamped around my nuts. I guess there must be some sort of lock or something. Why would someone invent such a cruel device? I feebly batted at it, in an attempt to remove it before my last nut died.

My last nut. That’s all I have now. Just one. Maybe the doctors could fix righty? But even before I thought it, I knew it to be a lie.

Karen saw what I was doing and unhooked the burdizzo. Blood flowed through my crushed right cord, filling up my sac. I lay on the ground, clutching my good ball and the remains of the other.

Karen looked down at me. The shock and horror was gone from her face, and she looked strangely calm, albeit puzzled. “Crushing your ball was supposed to knock you out instantly..,”

A kick connected with my ruined ball. I guess it hadn’t been entirely soup before, because I felt its remains disintegrate in front of her high heel.

Finally, unconsciousness took me.

I awoke in a hospital bed. A cute Asian nurse walked in, and a smile broke out on her face as she saw me gain consciousness.

“Look who finally woke up. Do you know the details of your injury yet?”

I tried thinking back…I remember being tied down, a false promise of a blowjob, a ruined opportunity…then, nothing.

“I can’t remember anything. Last I remember was going to a therapy session with Karen…Did she bruise my nuts? What happened?”

The nurse giggled. I’ve never seen an Asian with a rack like that. Her neckline was strangely low too, like she had unbuttoned it on purpose. I could see the top of some massive cleavage peeking out, teasing me. My dick managed a chubby. I took that as a good sign.

“Your remaining testicle is certainly bruised. The right one was crushed completely. We’ve finished removing it and the spermatic cords.”

Oh god…

“You’re still technically a man, but you should be more careful with your remaining nut. Were it to break, you would no longer be able to father children.”

“In addition, with the loss of a testicle, your testosterone production has decreased.”

The smile returned. “What that means is you may find a reduction of size in certain…key regions.”

She didn’t need to elaborate. My dick was getting even smaller. I just hoped the gain from the pills would counteract it.

“Now, let’s see if you can manage an erection for me.”

Without so much as asking my permission, she lifted my hospital gown up and bent over to look at my junk. I could now see down her whole uniform, and her breasts were even more amazing than I imagined. My dick went rock hard.

Then she asked the worst question any man could hear.

“Is..,it fully erect yet?”

I nearly died of embarrassment. Glancing down, I realized I had shrank even more in the short time since my therapy.


She giggled. “I see.”

She marked something down on her clipboard and walked off, leaving the door open and my half-empty sac exposed to anyone walking down the hall.

A short time later, Karen came to visit. She brought a bouquet.

“I’m SOOOOOOO sorry! Can you ever forgive me?”

She sat down on the chair next to my bed, her breasts tantalizingly exposed.

“No man deserves what happened to you. I’ll make sure you get the very best treatment from now on.”

Despite the circumstances, my cock went rock-hard. She didn’t fail to notice, and gave me a playful smile.

“You know, during the session, I wasn’t lying about the blowjob. Orgasms given by females can help reduce a male’s castration anxiety. I would have really given you one.”

She sighed. “Of course, circumstances prevented it…But who’s to say I can’t make up the favor now?”

In my private moments, I had often thought about how much I would give for a blowjob from Karen. Never had I imagined I would literally give my right nut.

“Let’s get a little privacy, shall we?” She closed the door quietly.

My cock was so rock-hard, it felt like it had gained back a bit of what it had lost. As she bent over to reach my cock, I felt shivers run down my back. Whoever her ex was, he sure was a lucky man. My now-shrunk dick did have one upside: any girl could deep throat me with ease.

With the week’s worth of cum drained, I managed to last a little longer this time. But before too long, I felt that familiar rising, deep within my remaining nut. I was going to cum… oh god….

Footsteps came from down the hall. Karen shot off my dick, a millisecond too soon. The door opened, and the nurse from before was greeted my rock-hard, angry purple, still moist dick, standing a solid 4” above my solitary, deep blue ball.

“You’re free to go, Jeremy. I suggest wearing a cup for the next few weeks, as your left testicle is still fairly bruised and subject to rupture. In addition, please try to refrain from orgasm if possible. A buildup of semen can stimulate the production of testosterone.”

She smiled at my meager manhood. “And you’re really going to need as much of that as you can get.”

I had never been this close to orgasm before for so long. That single smile, and her jutting, soft breasts, were just enough to set me off. I erupted everywhere, my second ruined orgasm. The nurse smiled viciously as I covered myself with milky semen, while Karen looked on in horror.

The nurse waited until I finished to continue talking. “I’ll take care of this mess. Please try to be careful.” She grabbed my solitary ball, rolling it around in the palm of her hand. “Let’s just make one last check for ruptures.” Her small finger prodded into the back and top of my ball, and I grimaced as she found the bruises Karen had left. “We wouldn’t want you losing this one as well.” She let go of it with an unnecessarily vicious yank downwards, and it felt like it was being ripped out by its roots.

“It’s all you have left.”


“No! Aim lower!”

The fencing coach was guiding my opponent, a girl several years my junior. The score was 4-0, my favor, and she clearly needed some help. I didn’t bother listening because I figured I would get the last point with the same ease I scored the first 4.

“En guarde. Ready, Fence!”

She lunged towards me. I parried across, but her blade went lower than usual. She had finally landed a hit.

I looked to see if it was on target.

Her foil was pinned to my right nut. She’s obviously scored, why won’t she move it?

Suddenly, the pain cleared my mind of all these thoughts. I collapsed to the ground, clutching my dear nut for all I was worth. I needed ice. I needed a hospital.

The judge, a cute asian with large tits, bent over me. “Righty’s gone. All you have left is the left one.”

What? It was just one hit. But feeling around my sac, I realized she was right. Through the pain, I realized my right cords ended only in mush. I began to cry.

“Stand back, I’m a nurse.” The judge bent over and grabbed ahold of my sack. “It’s not completely mush, and they might be able to save it if you go in 15, 20 minutes tops.”

I headed for the door, when I felt a hand grab my already-mangled sac and pull it backwards.

“Where do you think you are going? 1 point to opponent. Good hit, keep it up Jenny.”

“I…need to go to the hospital.”

“The bout’s almost over. You can manage.”

I couldn’t believe her cruelty. Her smile was so familiar. Her tits were nearly popping out. What kind of judge wears that uniform?

I hobbled back to the starting line, hoping to god that I would get this last point quickly.

“Ready, fence!”

Of course, she lunged again. This time, I couldn’t even attempt to block. The nutpain racked my entire body.

I felt the blade land, on the only place it could. My left nut took the brunt of the blow, as my right nut disintegrated fully.

This one was loud. The judge didn’t even need to manhandle me to tell that I was now a eunuch.

“Good point, jenny. Jeremy, you get a black card for bad sportsmanship. It’s unacceptable to crumple on the ground after every point. Jenny, you win! Jeremy, let’s call you an ambulance and finish this sex change.”

I lay on the ground, holding what used to be my sex organs. I hardly even noticed when the judge/nurse kicked my legs apart to stomp on them, finishing the job Jenny had started.

Another nightmare, of course. I woke up and felt my rockhard cock, now a mere 3.5 inches. I couldn’t wait for these pills to wear off.

But something else was up. My shorts were soaked. Feeling around, I realized I had jizzed all over myself again. I remember bitterly the nurse’s words about testosterone, and how I should avoid orgasm, before drifting off to sleep.


Wednesday evening. I had stripped as soon as I walked into Karen’s office, even though she didn’t ask me to. It just felt natural.

“Have the nightmares gone away yet?” she inquired hopefully. When I relayed her the tale of the particularly cruel fencing instructor, she look crestfallen.

“Did you have both of your balls in the dream? Before they were ruptured, of course.”


She laughed. “That must have been nice. Having your other ball back, even if it was only a dream.”

“I guess…It was incredibly painful as usual. There wasn’t much to enjoy about it.”

She returned to her previous stern expression.

“I can’t believe it…That last session should have cured you…”

“Maybe…the rupture ruined the therapy? You weren’t expecting it to happen, right?”

She bit her lip. She wasn’t telling me something.

“You…didn’t meant to pop it, right?”

“Not right then. But I mean…I definitely had to rupture it at some point.”


“That’s the only way to permanently cure castration anxiety! Get you to the brink of castration. It really makes you grateful for your remaining nut!”

I felt like I was sinking. How could she do this to me?
“So…you popped my nut on purpose?”

“I got a little caught up in the role playing. It was early; usually the popping follows weeks of bruising and kneeing and kicking and whatnot.”

At this point, I’m almost glad she took my nut so early.

“But…there is one other option…”

I listened meekly, still barely grasping the reality of the situation. Karen had purposely driven her heel into my nut hard enough to rupture it. She had made me half a eunuch. How many other men has she half-castrated?

“During your dream last night, you were aroused again?”

I nodded.

“Did you happen to ejaculate during your arousal? I know you have…problems with ejaculation.”

I nodded again. I was hardly even embarrassed of my sexual failings at this point; Karen was used to them.

“I have an idea!”

“As long as it keeps my other nut intact, I’m game for any-“


Her knee connected with my ball. How she came off her chair and onto the couch so fast, I’ll never know.

This knee was somehow even more vicious than any from the weeks before. I could literally feel my nut deform beneath her weight, as she pressed it into the couch.

“I’ve been misdiagnosing you all along!”

A fist connected with my sole nugget of manhood, flattening it against the couch beneath.

“You don’t have castration anxiety at all! You have castration anticipation!”

A heel stomped into my mostly-empty sac, and my ball swelled up to fill the space left by its missing brother.

“It’s much rarer. You see, in some men, the psychoanalytical signals are mixed. Rather than being scared of castration, you desire it!”

I tried to explain to her that I most certainly did not desire such a thing, but it’s hard to form words when a


Another sharp toe jabbed into my ball. I was crying openly, and lay in the fetal position on the floor. Karen stood above me, looking down. From my vantage point, I could see up her skirt, and realized that she was wearing no underwear.

My dick stood rock hard.

“See? Even now, as you know that I’m going to crush your nut, you’re erect! You’ve been wanting this!”

I managed to get to my feet and run to the door. Forget my clothes. This is insane. I don’t want to lose my nut. It’s all I have.

It was locked.

I felt a familiar tug from behind. Karen had my ball in a vice grip, and was pulling with all her might. I couldn’t believe this was happening again.


Her knee came between my buttcheeks, and slammed all of my manhood back up into me.

“You won’t have to worry about your dick anymore either. With your balls gone, sex won’t be an option.”


Her toe connected with bone. My ball had really gone up inside of me, and gotten trapped. I could feel it swelling against the inside of my inguinal canal. It was going to pop. My own body was going to pop my last ball.

“Oh no you don’t. I’m getting this one.”

She laid me down. I had no control of my body at this point. Once again, my mind had been reduced to a numb nexus of pain.

Her heel stomped on my nut as hard as she could with her heel, leaving a mark on my belly where my nut was hidden. Three more times her foot descended over my hidden testicle, and three more times I experienced more agony than most men feel in their entire lifetime. Finally, the ball popped out, twice as large as it went in.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted this over.

“Why cant…you just….cut it off? You have a burdizzo.”

She paused for a minute. “Y’know, I bet that would be just as effective…”

Mercy. Finally.

“But this is really so much more fun. You think I haven’t noticed you looked up and down my clothes every chance you get?”

I was truly fucked.





My nut gave way to mush, and her heel connected with the floor. A geyser of semen erupted out of my now-useless dick, and I thought back to that blowjob I never got. And never will. My penis lost its last erection, and Karen stood over me. I could see her pussy perfectly now, as her skirt was off. She was rubbing away furiously, like it was the last orgasm she would ever have.

Last orgasm ever. Like she would know what that’s like…

I lay on the floor, crying in pain as she cried out in pleasure to her first orgasm.

“I…castrated you. For real. You’ll never have sex again….”

Another orgasm gripped her, and I passed out.


I awoke in a familiar hospital, greeted by a familiar face. My gown was already lifted up, leaving what was left of my genitals visible to anyone once again.

“What a surprise, Mr. Jeremy. It looks like you didn’t bother getting a cup.”

That goddamn nurse again.

“It’s much too late now, of course. Both your testicles are irreparably damaged. You will never have children.”
She giggled like this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

“Of course, you can adopt. Or pay a real man to fuck your wife. But your genetic line has ended.”

“Not that that little worm would have passed much on to begin with. I’d be surprised if a peashooter like that could even clear the barrel, if you know what I mean.”

She laughed again. “I’m so glad we can joke about it, now that both of your nuts are gone. After all, you can hardly be sensitive about how small it is, now that it’s totally useless.”

She straightened up. “Of course, I’m exaggerating. Many ‘men’ go on to live long and healthy sex lives after losing their nuts! You’re going to need your therapist to write you a prescription for testosterone though. It will allow you to still have erections and orgasms, even if they’re completely pointless.”

I perked up. I didn’t know about that at all!

“Assuming you want to keep your penis, that it. Many men have a full penectomy after sustaining…your type of injury.”

“What? Why would I want that?”

“It’s just…less hassle. Like I said, your penis is…quite small. I frankly don’t see the point keeping it. It’s hardly aesthetically pleasing.”

This was humiliating.

“Yes, I would like to keep my penis. Can I go yet? I need to go talk to my therapist.”

The nurse continued staring at my dick. It really was small now, but it looked a little bigger without my nuts dwarfing it for once.

“Yeah, you can go. No stitched to worry about now, since your whole sack is gone.”

A week went by. No nightmares for once.

I go into Karen’s office. I stay clothed now, and explain to her the situation.

“So I think my castration disorder, whatever it was, is cured. All I need is for you to write me a prescription for testosterone so I can have my sex life back, and we’re done.”

I couldn’t believe I was talking civilly to the woman who had unmanned me. I guess I was thankful, in a way. After all, she had cured me, and if I could still have sex, what more could I want?

She looked up at me, mystified. “Why would you possibly need that prescription for?”

“To…so I can still be a man.”

“Jeremy, you’re no more a man now than I am, and you never will be.”

This was not going well.

“Your desire for castration won’t be fulfilled if you can still have sex and get erections. It’s not about losing your testicles. It’s about losing your manhood. It needs to be permanent. I’m sorry, but I cannot in good conscious approve of something that will bring back a disorder we spent so long curing.”

“But…I’ll be a eunuch…”

“You ARE a eunuch. Look at you! The only piece of your manhood left is that penis.”

She smirked. “And let’s face it, there’s not much left of that after the penis-shrinking pills I gave you.”


“You really think there’s a functional drug on the market that grows your dick an inch and a half? Get real. That loss is permanent, just like your balls. I’ll write a recommendation for a penectomy, but that’s the only thing you’ll get from me.”

I refused the penectomy. I tried to hang onto the tiny scrap of manhood I had left, but it was shrinking away from me. Literally. Without my balls, my penis shrank to a thimble sized bump above my castration scar. I have to sit down to pee now, and the thought of sex is a long-lost dream.

The castration dreams come back occasionally. I’m thankful when I get them. They’re the only time I can be a man, even if it’s for a short time.

Feedback? I’ve been reading stories on here for a long time, and finally wanted to try my own. I wrote all of this today, and haven’t really edited it or anything, so sorry it got so long, and for grammar errors and stuff.

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It was a tradition for you and Harry to work out together. You thought doing it with eachother would motive you both to actually stick with it. So every other morning you guys would go to your local gym and exercise for about an hour.

Usually you guys go your separate ways because you like to mainly work on your cardio, while Harry lifted weights. As you popped headphones in your ears, you lifted yourself onto the treadmill and pressed start. While your legs got into a good pace you got into the zone, listening to New Rules by Dua Lipa and you were actually having fun and working up a sweat.

You were halfway to your 1 mile mark when you felt eyes on you. Thinking you were being paranoid you just ignored it and changed the song on your phone. But after a few minutes you still felt like someone was still watching you.

You look up from your phone and turn your head to the left. You made eye contact with this young blonde guy who was staring at you while he was on the treadmill. A few seconds later you quickly turned away. Not really thinking anything of out it so you just ignored it.

After you finished running a mile on the treadmill you quickly got off and headed towards the section where you could sit and do some stretches. You pulled out your yoga mat and sat down to do some push ups and sit-ups before you went to work out your arms.

You Layed down on your back with your knees bent and started to pull yourself up. After a while it go kind of tiring so you closed you eyes and forced yourself to get to 50.

“35, 36, 37, 38, 39-”

“Need some help, pet.” Your eyes quickly reopened and you saw the same guy who was starting at you, towering over you.

“Excuse me?” You didn’t quite get what he was getting at since you were just doing sit ups, and didn’t need a spotter or anything.

“I can help you.” He says kneeeling down closer to you. “By holding your feet down while you do more sit ups.” He roughly grabbed your leg to try and bring you closer to him.

“Um, I’m good really but thanks.” You started to feel a little uneasy since no one else was around this area of the gym.

“Awh, come on you don’t want to hurt yourself. Your a pretty small thing.” He said to you but when he spoke he wasn’t looking at your face.

You suddenly felt self conscious in what you were wearing. Your sports bra and leggings were your usual gym attire but right now you wish you had a shirt on. Since he was clearly looking at your boobs, and you were uncomfortable.

“I’m fine really. I’m almost done.” You yanked your feet from his grips and he seemed a little taken back and a bit upset but you didn’t care.

He got up and left. You let out a sigh of relief and finished your last few sit-ups. After You gathered your mat and headed over to the arm machines.

After you were done with your arms, you checked your phone to see the time. You had about 10 more minutes before you guys left and you presumed harry was still working out. Your whole body was soar so you decided to end early. You scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before your mouth started to get dry.

You grabbed your water bottle and cursed at yourself when you realize it was empty. You scanned your eyes across the gym until you found a water fountain.

You walked over to it and bent down to drink some first before you filled up your water bottle. The water was super cold and refreshing. You twisted the bottle cap off and started to fill it up with water.

The water was almost filled to the top when you felt something touch your butt. You quickly turned around and almost spilled the water over yourself.

“I think those butt work outs are really helping ya.” The blonde guy said who was currently too close for your liking. Your heart started to pound in your chest at his actions.

“What is your problem?!” You scoffed at him and he just smirked making you feel uneasy.

“What? I see a cute ass, I compliment it. The correct thing you should say is thank you.” He said it like it was a normal occurrence for him to grab a girls butt.

“Well I really don’t appreciate you doing that.” You didn’t want to talk to him anymore. You just wanted to find Harry and leave. You tried to step away from him, but he blocked your way of getting out.

“Please get out of my way.” You tried to say in a strong voice but your voice wavered as the fear started boiling in you. You looked around the gym to see if you could catch eyes with Harry. But you couldn’t see him and your heart sank. And everyone else could barely see you since the water fountain was a bit hidden.

“Oh come on, stop playing hard to get.” He tells you as he backs you up against the water fountain, and pushed himself against you.

“I’ve been watching you all day working out, and I like what I see.” He places his hands on your waist. You tried to pull away from him but you couldn’t.

“Don’t touch me!” You yelled at him as you tried to pry your his hands off you body. But he grabbed your wrists. You hoped someone heard you but it was probably unlikely since this place was drowned by music.

“ Don’t worry, pet.” He’s face inches closer to you until his mouth was by your ear.

“I’m fit and can show you a great time.” His hot breathe making you turn your head away from him.

“Get the fuck away from me. I have a boyfriend.”

He chuckled like what you said didn’t faze him. “He doesn’t have to know….” The guy said as he grabbed your face in his hand trying to kiss you.

“I don’t think she’s interested, mate. You should leave her alone.” Harry’s familiar voice said from behind you. Relief immediately flooded over you.

The guy turned away from you for a second to speak to Harry “why don’t you fuck off man. This doesn’t concern you.”

Harry’s jaw clench and when he saw the guy put his hands back on your waist that’s when he lost it. In a blink of an eye the guy who was in front of you was slammed into the wall by Harry.

“It does concern me, when your trying to get with my girl” Harry slams his fist into his jaw making the guy wince in pain.

“Don’t you every touch her again, you prick!” Harry swung his head back to send another blow to him but you stopped him.

“Harry, please stop it’s ok. I’m ok.” People we’re starting to look over here. You grab Harry’s hand and he turns back to your shaking frame trying to get him away from the guy.

“Let’s just go okay. Harry. Please let’s just go home.” You pleaded with him with tears forming in your eyes. You didn’t want to see Harry get hurt or him hurt anyone else and you just needed him right now. Harry’s eyes soften when he saw the state you were in, and let go of the guy.


You were in the kitchen with a bag of pees on Harry’s hand to try and bring down the swelling. The car ride over was silent because you knew Harry was still fuming and wanted to go back a beat the living crap out of that guy.

“Did he hurt you?” Was the first thing Harry said to you.

“I’m fine Harry just a little shaken. It’s you I’m worried about, you might need stitches.” You said looking down at his hands.

“I can’t leave you for 5 fucking seconds before someone tries hitting on you. Damn it Y/N I told you to put on a shirt before we left the house.” Harry said in frustration.

You scoffed at him “you’re really blaming me for that creepy guy? It’s not my fault or what I was wearing. He shouldn’t of stalked me either way.” You told Harry.

You’re hurt and upset at his words. You throw the bag of pees at his chest.

“You know what you ice your hand yourself I’m going upstairs.”

You turn around to leave before Harry grabbed your wrists and turned you back to him.

“Wait, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, Love. That came out so wrong It’s not your fault.” You look at him to see him explain.

“It’s just that your mine, and I just can’t stand the thought of other guys looking at you the way I should only look at you.” He sighs and takes your hand in his.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I just get a bit jealous and protective over you is all. It’s just because I love and adore you.” He says while placing his hand on the side of your cheek.

“Apology accepted and I love and adore you too.” Harry smiles and pulls your face towards him to connect your lips with his. You sighed into the kiss with content that you were with Harry safe and sound.

“Maybe we can make our own little gym at home, in the guest room.” Harry said between kisses, you nod your head at his suggestion.

“And we can motive ourselves more.” Harry said.

“How so?”

“Let’s just say you can be my bit of motivation to keep me going.” Harry smirked as you giggled, realizing what he means.

“Why don’t we start now.” You whisper to Harry and he grinned.

You felt Harry’s hand on your waist, and screamed when picked you up and ran upstairs to the office to have some fun.

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