look at this jerk and his mouth

Late Nights

Late night motivations

Word count: 938

Genre: smut

Writers block distraction

Originally posted by goldseok

Hoseok leaned his head back on the headrest, eyes fluttering close as he bit his lip in pure bliss. Even though it was around three in the morning, he didn’t want to fill his studio full of moans and groans in fear that someone would walk by and hear him. The company building was a bit busier these days, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if someone was walking down the halls.

He felt your hand grab his, bringing it to your head. He looked down at you, watching you bring him out of your mouth with a pop following after. You smiled up at him, sticking your tongue out as you licked his throbbing member.

“Come on, baby. Lead me,” you told him, removing your hand from his before placing his tip in your mouth. You hummed, his body jerking as he shut his eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered, grabbing a handful of your hair and lowering your head down on him. He pulled your head up by your hair, enjoying the feeling of your tongue running along the back of his cock, the way you hollowed out your cheeks, and the small hums you would make when you were at the tip is what would drive him over the edge. You knew every little thing that would make him go crazy. “Fuck, princess.” He wanted to go slow, but he couldn’t help himself from pushing you further down, bucking his hips up as the sound of your gags filled the studio.

He couldn’t contain himself from fucking the shit out of your pretty, little mouth.

He was so lost in the high of you that he didn’t even stop himself as he bucked himself into your mouth mercilessly as he ejaculated. He didn’t remove himself until you swallowed every last drop of him. He could feel your tongue rise and fall as you swallowed his cum.

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i talked to him on a wednesday. he sighed on my bed. i was skyping my sister, who was trying to teach me how to knit. i told him i needed to go to bed early, i had a test in the morning. he said he had things to discuss and i’m a patient person so i listened.

this is, i learn, how our “friendship” works. hours of my life become his sanctuary. he texts me constantly. his problems fill up every space in my planner. often he demands my attention rather than asking. i feel bad, because i’m the type to feel bad, so i listen. i offer advice that goes ignored, i sit in contemplative silence even though i should be studying, i nod my head and support him. 

he doesn’t notice i start drinking wine as soon as he shows up. a few times i make the mistake of trying to bring my own problems up. they are always overshadowed by his own, or else i am given an odd supply of uncomfortable comments. “i don’t feel good lately” is met with “a girl as pretty as you isn’t supposed to feel sad.” i say “i don’t like my writing recently” and he spends forty seconds saying i’m beautiful and intelligent and a perfect girlfriend before saying “unlike me, i’m awful” and before i know it, i’m comforting him again. we don’t have real conversations. once, as an experiment, i spend two hours completely silent, just to see if he’ll notice. he doesn’t. 

once he bursts into my room while i’m scheduling my week. he’s taken aback by how much i’m doing. “you look so busy!” he says, “where’s all the time you’re planning on spending with me?” he doesn’t ask about any of my other activities. he knows nothing about my life except that i’m good at listening. i feel myself under a rolling pin. he flattens me out to use me. he punishes me if i don’t give him attention - all i hear is how he is useless without me, how he’s barely holding on, how he doesn’t know what he’d do if one day i was gone. he doesn’t know my middle name. he misses my birthday.

it’s wednesday again. i’ve been drinking. he took some of my wine without asking. he lounges on my couch with his arm casually around me. my actual friends know i don’t like touching. i asked him to move but he just laughed and said “you’re so funny.” he’s too heavy for me to move physically so i just let him lay there, complaining. i stare into space, thinking about the news i got that day. about how my life has changed.

he looks up to me. “can i ask you a personal question?”  

i don’t say “that would be a first,” because my mother raised me to respond politely. i tell him go ahead, as always, i’m listening.

“why do girls like you date jerks?” he asks me.

i stare at him, uncomprehending. he is a runaway train, his mouth still moving. “I just mean,” he says, “you’re all always going after the worst guys like you don’t even see people like me. like i’m always being friend-zoned, even you did it, and you’re one of the only people who is nice to me. but girls like you never say yes to boys like me.”

i don’t know what he’s saying. i’m dating a girl, and he would know that, if he knew anything about me; a clever and talented girl who means everything to me. 

he sighs and sits back when i’m not immediate in responding. “this,” he says, “is what i mean.” looks up with puppy dog eyes at me, “i mean could you ever date someone as awful as me? am i just a friend? am i doomed to be nothing more than the friend to pretty girls?”

we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. 

he moves the topic before i can reply, back to his problems. i text my girlfriend, “men are animals” and she sends me back a poem about how much she loves me. he tries to kiss me when he leaves, and when i duck out of it, i later get sixteen texts on how scared i am of sex. his facebook posts are all about how women don’t know how to find the right men. how we’re blind to the good things. how we don’t see fate when it’s happening. 

he says, “i wrote you something.”

it’s a poem about him.

Captain Steve Rogers, Lovecraftian Horror

Title: The Miskatonic Project
Rating: PG-13 for horror themes, death
Summary: Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum – or maybe he re-created something very old. Something…Elder.
Notes: I should be working on like three other fanfics but I had a TERRIBLE DREAM this afternoon and anyway this only took about half an hour to write.

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Steve came out of the Vita-Ray machine…different. 

Of course he looked different – taller, thickly muscled, skin gleaming. But it wasn’t the change in his appearance so much as the…sensation people felt around him. Howard claimed not to feel it, and Erskine died before he could weigh in. Peggy felt it, but not in the way others did. To her, he seemed otherworldly, but like an angel or a religious vision – comforting under a layer of unreality. She even liked the strange black pupils he’d developed, so big and dark you could hardly see the whites of his eyes at all. 

Others, however…. 

She didn’t see him pull the Hydra agent out of the submarine after Erskine’s assassination. Only three people did – a cab driver, a little boy, and the boy’s mother. The cab driver wouldn’t say a word, and the boy’s mother stuttered and stammered so badly they finally gave up. The little boy just said, “Well, he got him,” and looked admiringly at Steve. 

Steve wasn’t wet, but the submarine lay on the deck of the pier, and the man next to it was dead, a rictus of horror on his face. 

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He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter


“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.

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You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”




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Spoiled || R.B.

Word Count: 1875

Pairing: Ross x reader

Summary: Coming from a rich family, you never had to work a day in your life until you met Ross. After a confrontation with him, he makes you work for your orgasm by riding his thigh.

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjobs, dirty talk, rich!reader, spoiled brat!reader

Requested by @faee12 : “Omg can you do a imagine with Ross and thigh riding”

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Also, listen to Blackbear’s new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.

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Who’s your Boyfriend?

Summary: You wake up from a sexy dream featuring Dean to come face to face with your less than pleased boyfriend, Castiel. 

A/N: @greenappleeyes gave me this idea and I WENT NUTS WHEN SHE GAVE IT TOO ME AND I OBSESSIVELY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS UNTIL MY WRITER’S BLOCK WAS GONE AND WAS ABLE TO WRITE IT

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: language, slight dom!cas, oral (female receiving….lots of it), multiple orgasms, over sensitivity, bondage (if you considered getting pinned down by cas’ grace and tied to your headboard with his tie), also, smut. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2.3k

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

You leaned up to kiss Dean as he’d slid an arm underneath you, and pulled you up and straddle his lap. You moaned into his mouth as you sank down onto him. Your head fell back as he slowly filled you, his mouth finding one of your breasts as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth. He sucked and teased your nipple with his teeth, the sensitivity causing you to tremble as you rode him. 

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Music Man

Bucky x Reader

Surprise, surprise! You open your big mouth to Tony Stark, and it gets around about your crush on a certain metal armed soldier. What happens when he finds out about it, and what will he do to get your attention?

Warnings: FLUFF. FLUUUUUUUUUFF.

Word Count: ~2200

A/N: Holy shit a writing?! YES. For @avengerofyourheart ‘s birthday! Happy birthday love, I’m sorry it’s late but I hope you love it nonetheless!!

Originally posted by natymms

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   You sat in the kitchen, idly spinning your spoon with your finger in your coffee cup; your eyes focused on something else besides your breakfast in front of you. It was while he wasn’t looking (as always), but you just simply couldn’t help yourself.

   Bucky Barnes, in general, was a gorgeous man. Taunt muscle just teasing outlines underneath a tight t-shirt, a new black vibranium arm that had your mind wandering on how he would know how to use the damn thing; his hair pulled back in a bun to keep it off his neck from his run with Steve. Those eyes? Ugh, the blue killed you every time, making you weak in the knees. Of course, as soon as the man turned around from what he was doing, you’d quickly look down at your food like it was the most interesting thing in the world; only praying he hadn’t caught you ogling his assets.

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Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

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rebound

 highschool au

 genre: pure, complete fluff

 pairing: jungkook // you

 word count: 6k

 warnings: none

Description: Your grades are slipping too low for your liking, you’re reprimanded by the student council president, Jeon Jungkook has got you feeling some type of way, and additionally, you agree to go to his basketball game. What could go wrong?

A/N: the first fic oops i don’t really know if this blog will go in the fic direction, i’ll see how it goes. feedback is appreciated!!


You slam your locker door shut after you throw in your gym clothes, breathing out of your nose as slowly as you can as you lean against the locker, hands clenched so tightly the veins were visible.

“Woah, what’s up with you today, Y/N?” Tzuyu, Jackson, and Yerim,  three of your closest friends, gather around you. All three of them have concerned looks on their faces.

“That little…” you mutter angrily, looking up. Tzuyu’s eyebrows rise at your frustrated look.

“Hey, I asked you, are you okay?” She pokes your shoulder. You wordlessly yank out a rumpled piece of paper out of one of the many folders in your arms and flap it in front of her face.

“Just look at this,” you seeth, eyes smoldering. “My average for physics dropped. All because I wasted my time to help Golden Boy study. How am I supposed to be valedictorian now?”

At that, Yerim rolls her eyes as Tzuyu scans the paper. “Are you serious? You’re upset about, like a 2% drop? I have a 87 for your information.” Jackson just snorts.

“You should know how Y/N gets about her grades, Yerim. She’s ranked one, so obviously she has to keep her grades up if she wants to keep her ranking.”

“Well,” Tzuyu says breezily as she hands the piece of paper back to you, “I don’t get what you have against Jeon Jungkook. I mean, he’s actually really nice, smart, and good looking. Oh, and athletic since he’s also the basketball team captain now that Yoongi is injured.”

“He asked you nicely if you could help him too,” Yerim adds. “Always a first.”

“You don’t get it,” you grit out, brushing the hair falling over your eyes out of your face. The four of you begin to make your way back to your homeroom classrooms, with Jackson bidding a farewell as he is a year older.

“One, he’s not attractive Tzuyu-” you begin, disgusted (you’re lying to yourself but no way were you admitting that), “and two, I helped him for two hours studying for that huge test, and while I only got a 94, he got a perfect. His grades are better than mine at this rate. It’s not fair.”

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Find You (Part 2)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,751

Warnings: None.

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A/N: This fic is somewhat based on a K-Drama called “49 Days.” 

Originally posted by bovaria


Once the initial shock has ebbed away and the man, whose name is Bucky, keeps walking back and forth, passing through your form countless times, you can’t stand it anymore.

“Alright, I get it! I’m not here,” you mutter the last word. “At least not completely.”

“You’re a fucking ghost,” he deadpans.

“I’m dead?”

“Well this world is already hell so—”

“That’s not helping!”

“I’m just saying!”

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a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”


“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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Rude Boy (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2489

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs (may have gotten carried away with those).

Summary:  You go undercover with Bucky where you need to get a flashdrive from a HYDRA agent who frequents a men’s club. Your job is to give him a lap dance, get him knocked out, and steal the flash drive. Things don’t go as planned because someone gets a little jealous and decides to, quite literally, knock the agent out.

A/N: Here ya go. Wrap it before you tap it kids.

Permanent Tag List: @meganlane84 @mizzzpink @bringmetheemobands

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Sex Appeal(Taekook Threesome Smut)

Alright so I just lovveeee doing these warnings. Not really but I don’t want people complaining so! You have been warned there will be a little male x male and a lot of male on female and dirty talking. This is for @kimswoc I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis:  {hi, could i request a taekook x reader smut where shes just dancing a practice room doing a sexy dance and they take her home and fuck her,, and all 3 of them are in a poly relationship}


“Am I even doing it, right?” You questioned yourself as you glided against the brown tiled floor of the practice room. Hands going up to pull at your hair in frustration you stomped around rather childishly before you threw your hands up looking in the mirror. “You can do this! It’s just a dance and it’s not that hard! Get it together girlfriend.” Giving yourself the little pep talk made you feel a little better but not a lot. Your hands went to your hips and your eyes roamed your own figure as you tried to boost yourself up. You didn’t have on anything special just a sports bra and black leggings with white sneakers. Your hair was loose and framing your face because who didn’t look to swing their hair to give off sex appeal while dancing? You were at the Bighit building in one of the practice rooms while your two lovers Taehyung and Jungkook practiced with the boys. Yep that’s right you were dating both of them and you were loving it. The story behind you meeting was one that was rather funny in your eyes. You were going down on Taehyung one day when he was supposed to be alone at the dorm rooms. You had both been close friends because surprise one of your cousins was a cordi who gave you the hookup. You and Taehyung had always felt sexual tension so you took that chance to blow him in his bed. But while you were ass up and face down engulfing all of his dick down your throat in walks Jungkook who had forgotten his charger. Of course he wanted in on the action but because he wasn’t eighteen yet you made him wait until he was old enough before you finally invited him into the relationship. When they weren’t on tour they were constantly at your place or it was vice versa. In some ways, it was better this way that you dated both. Because when you all went out on dates everyone was stupid enough to think since there was three of you, that you had to know someone from that group or maybe be a sibling. Yeah you were something alright daddy’s little girl for Taehyung and when you could get him to be good and drop his macho manhood you were mommy for Jungkook.

Recently, Jungkook and Jimin had did a dance cover to one of Drake’s songs Own It. The song was one of your favorites and personal for you because you had fucked Jungkook to that song and he told you to indeed own it. Seeing them dance to it only made you want to learn the dance and add a few more touches of your own. But it was hard to get your foot work down like you wanted, constant thoughts distracted your mind and you didn’t know how you could try to force yourself to keep up with focusing on just dancing. You stepped forward to replay the song, moving back into place you tried it again. And then you went again. And then you turned one more time before screaming out. Sweat dripping down your spent body, you hunched over with your hands on your knees looking up in the mirrors at your reflection. Jumping slightly with a light yelp seeing two faces pressed at the door. You turned around while Jungkook took the liberty to push the door open walking in with Taehyung.

“How long have you been there thing one and two?” You teased moving to grab a towel and wipe yourself off.

“Enough to hear, get it together girlfriend!” Taehyung snapped his fingers using a girly voice to mock you and Jungkook grabbed at his hair stomping around in a circle. Heat rose to your face and you nodded your head watching the both of them.

“You know what fuck you both. Or should I say I won’t be fucking you both for a while.” You threatened lifting up your middle finger.

“So, your hormones are the reason you can’t concentrate then?” Taehyung questioned and you froze blinking.

“Says who?” You asked bracing your hands on your hips.

“Come on Y/N. You never bring up sex or threaten to take it away unless you’ve been a naughty girl.” Taehyung tsked.

“And got those panties dripping for us.” Jungkook chuckled biting on his bottom lip.

“You just want me lips around your pink tip.” You challenged watching them both circle you slowly. Taehyung came up to you fisting your hair with his fingers he licked your bottom lip.

“Maybe, but you love these pink tips just as well as Jungkook does.” He bit your bottom lip and Jungkook nodded his head moving to slide his hand down Taehyung’s toned stomach to pat on his crotch.

“I love taking it. But I also love shoving mine in his tight asshole and your little pussy.” Jungkook cooed winking at you.

“Get out. And go get a room!” Namjoon hollered walking by you guys and you could hear Yoongi snort slapping at the back of his head.

“Leave them alone no one complains when you fuck Jin.” Yoongi defended you because you were one of his favorite people in the world and you felt pride well up inside.

“Come on whose side are you on? That hurt.” Namjoon complained as their voices faded down from the hallway. You looked between the two males in front of you shifting on your feet lightly.

“Show us your dance. If you do a bad job. You only take one of us. If you do good you can take us both.” Jungkook promised.

“REALLY?!” You asked excitedly. They tried to hold back double penetration with you or fucking you with both at the same time because you would get really sore and they always felt guilty for making you limp around the places you all went because they couldn’t carry you.

“Really princess. So, don’t disappoint or I will handcuff you to the bed and make you watch me fuck Jungkook but you don’t get to cum or touch yourself.” You didn’t like that idea at all. Nodding you moved back towards the middle of the room looking forward. Jungkook went to your phone starting the song up again going to join Taehyung as the stood in the left corner in front of you. You were slightly nervous but you knew that if you fucked up that was it. Not thinking about anything else but the song and your moves you landed your foot work for the most part. Tripping up only once your body swayed and dipped like you wanted It to. When you finished, you looked at the males chewing on your bottom lip. Jungkook walked towards the door looking over his shoulder as Taehyung followed.

“Come on minx, let’s get you home real soon.” He cooed causing you to grab your phone and dash after them towards the van.



The ride with the other members was risky and tension filled. You had all sat in the back and told the driver that everyone but Jungkook and Taehyung would be going back to the dorm. And because it so happened your house was farther, the driver of the fan agreed to go drop the boys off at the dorms first. Taehyung had initiated it, his fingers ghosting up the silk like leggings you had on drawing circles into your skin. He watched you biting on his lip before he looked out of the window moving his hands to cup your heat. You laughed and joked with the other members but you were feeling the want and need deep in your stomach. Taehyung lifted his hand up to push it inside of your leggings past your panties, and you spread your legs wide for him welcoming his long middle finger that he pushed inside of you knuckles deep. Your head rolled slightly, your lips parted as you circled your hips against the male’s finger. Jungkook looking down seeing the sudden movement smirked to himself. The moon was coming out to shine which made this situation even better. He turned in his seat to rest his head on your shoulder, his hand sliding up to pull down your sports bra and expose your left breast. He leaned down to flick his tongue against the whole area of your breast and then going back he slowly licked around your nipple, his pink tongue lapping roughly at your flesh. Your body was trembling lightly and you had to do your best to at least try to participate in the conversations before you. Taehyung had built a slow rhythm pushing his finger in as deep as he could each time he entered you. Because you didn’t want to be left out you reached your hand over to rub Taehyung through his shorts causing him to stiffen slightly as you felt his dick twitch in the confines of his boxers. His bulge slowly hardening under your touch and pressing against his inside thigh. Your hands gripped him through the fabric and you jerked him slightly looking up at him with want and need. Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours while the music was turned up in the car when the boys heard a famous rap song that they loved. You and Taehyung’s breath mixed in lips inches from each other as you listened to the sharp breaths you each took seeing who would drive the other crazier first.

Jungkook was enjoying the show in front of him, engulfing your nipple with his mouth he sucked on it feeling his own dick stiffen at the risk of all of you getting caught and how you and Taehyung seemed to fuck each other with your eyes. Taehyung sped up his finger as much as he could, but there was a little noise of your pussy being fucked because of your wetness slipping out. The van came to a stop and Taehyung pulled his finger out of you quickly. Jungkook was just a smooth pulling up your bra as you all said your goodbye’s. Once the van was rolling again Taehyung pushed his finger against Jungkook’s lips that were coated with your juices and Jungkook opened his mouth to suck the essence away him and Taehyung locking eyes and sharing their own intense moment.

Once you were back at the house you unlocked the door to your place opening it to let the two males in. The door was shut and onto the room you all went. As soon as the bedroom door was pushed open Jungkook was pinning Taehyung down crawling on top of him. Their lips crashed as they battled for dominance moaning into each other’s mouth. Jungkook was grinding his hips down against Taehyung’s his ass pressing against the hardened bulge that you caused Taehyung to have. Taehyung reached his hands around to grip at Jungkook’s ass grinding him harder against his own dick.

“Do you like that baby boy? You like feeling my hard dick against your plump ass?” Taehyung asked him in a sultry voice and Jungkook answered back with his own deep tone.

“Mm you know it daddy. I like bouncing on your hard dick too.”

“Damn right you do.” Taehyung slapped his ass sliding his hands into the male’s jogging pants and past his boxers to grope at his bare ass pushing him down harder against his own clothed erection. They were losing their selves with moans and groans and it was so hot to you. Slowly you stripped off your clothes one by one crawling up on the dresser spreading your legs wide and pressing your feet down towards the edge of your dresser. Your fingers circled your wet clit as you moaned softly watching them both struggle to not tear each other apart. Lips locking and hair pulling it was a sight that always made you drip like a river. Jungkook had managed to get them both naked, straddling Taehyung again he gripped both of their members jerking them off with the same hand grinding his dick up and down against Taehyung’s. Your head tilted to the right, fingers moving down to slip past your tight entrance. Two fingers burying deep inside of your pussy you fucked yourself one hand going up to grab at your breast and play with your hardened nipples. Taehyung was slapping Jungkook’s ass bucking his hips up as the male jerked them both off. Jungkook soon pulled away crawling onto the floor spreading Taehyung’s legs wide. He licked a stripe up from his balls to the tip of his cock swirling his tongue around Taehyung’s weeping length. Taehyung grabbed at Jungkook’s hair letting out a moan of approval as the male sunk his mouth onto the swollen shaft. Taehyung looked at you with hooded eyes moaning for you both. He slowly thrust up his hips, eyes burning on you and dropping down to your pussy as you fingered yourself. He was fucking Jungkook’s wet mouth at a slow pace trying to keep himself from getting too worked up. Hissing slightly, he smirked at you licking over his plump lips flicking out his tongue.

“Come help him out baby girl. I love your tongue just as much. And besides, I only want my or Jungkook’s fingers buried in that tight little pussy. Unless you want to give us a show?” He asked and Jungkook pulled back with glistening pink lips lifting an eyebrow. You let out a cry of pleasure and slight frustration because you were close to cumming had he not interrupted you with his words. You took your fingers from your heat sucking them clean before you hoped off the dresser going over to join both the males. You got on your knees beside Jungkook who used his right hand to hold Taehyung by the base of his cock. Jungkook kissed your lips tilting his head to make it a deep one before he pulled back nodding at Taehyung’s cock. You leaned your head forward your tongue licking around the hard shaft that was oozing precum and looking very angry. Taehyung growled but made no move to stop you letting you take your time. Your lips wrapped around him and you gave his head a nice harsh suck. While you were preoccupied Jungkook used his left hand to slide under your legs from behind entering two fingers inside of you causing you to moan. Taehyung threw his head back at the vibrations bucking his hips up. Jungkook leaned down to lick the male’s balls and you reached your hand over to grip at Jungkook’s neglected cock stroking it with your hand. He gave out a tiny mewl of pleasure thrusting his hips forward. You pulled back so that you could suck at a ball with Jungkook and the pair of you flicked your tongue against Taehyung’s shaft sometimes together or separate causing him to be a moaning mess against the bed his abs tightening as he got closer to a release.

“Baby boy on my dick. Baby girl I want your pussy on my tongue now.” Taehyung urged and you knew he was going to be close. Nodding your heads, you both pulled back to get into position. Jungkook straddled Taehyung’s waist keeping a hold of his dick pressing the large head against his tight puckering asshole. Slowly he fell down on to the large appendage groaning at how good it felt to be filled up once again. You moved to straddle Taehyung’s face with your body facing Jungkook. Taehyung grabbed at your hips pulling you down onto his tongue flicking the pink muscle slowly up and down your pussy getting you wetter. Not wanting to tease too much Taehyung shoved his tongue deep into your pussy his hands helping you ride and grind your hips harshly against his face. Jungkook had his hands braced on Taehyung’s chest bouncing up and down on his dick taking him all the way with each snap of his hips. Taehyung bucked his hips up helping the male out. Jungkook leaned one hand forward to tangle in your hair bringing you forward for a heated kiss full of teeth and tongues. Your hand went down to wrap around his dick again stroking it quickly it earned you moans in your mouth as Jungkook was fucked and touched. Your hips ground harshly against Taehyung’s face the pleasure sweeping through your body as your thighs squeezed around his face but Taehyung didn’t care. Using his free hand, he moved his fingers up to your asshole pressing two inside of you without lube. The dryness hurt a bit but it was soon replaced by pleasure because you were used to anal play when it came to them.

Jungkook was starting to slam on Taehyung shaking from the pleasure he used his legs to pick him up and drop him down. You had to break the kiss to get out your cries of pleasure. Your heart was racing and you could hear the beating of it in your chest. Taehyung broke away from your pussy with great resistance to slap your ass.

“Jungkook- wait don’t cum yet.” He called out and you felt his fingers leave your asshole. You moved off him and Jungkook did the same pulling you down the bed towards him. He moved you to face Taehyung and you aligned yourself with his dick next, tapping the head of his shaft against your swollen clit. Soon you were teasing him grinding his length up and down your slit before you slid him inside of you. Leaning forward you paused wiggling your ass for Jungkook who slapped it and slammed inside of your asshole making sure you took all of him. Your body was filling so full and the most of pleasure you didn’t even think possible. Breathing deeply both males had stopped their hips and you knew what that meant. You started to pick yourself up and drop yourself down on their lengths together. Crying out for them your hands scratched down Taehyung’s chest as you took them both.

“Such a good fucking girl. Taking both dicks so well. Do you like how it feels to bounce on two cocks?” Jungkook asked pulling at your hair and you nodded your head looking up at him through watered eyes. “How much?” He asked moaning at how vulnerable you looked.

“I love everything about it. The burn and the pleasure. One dick alone is enough to make me see stars but two dicks fucking me is just like a cloud nine got high. I love both of your dick’s so much. I love being stretched out by you. I love when you both hold my hips down and fuck me so hard. I can’t even explain how much because it sounds like rambling and nonsense.” You admitted bouncing a bit harder on their lengths.

“Like this?” Taehyung asked referring to your question as he gripped onto your hips starting to slam you down as he thrust his hips upwards into your heat. He slammed you down on his and Jungkook’s dick and Jungkook followed suit slamming inside of you as well their balls touching as it smacked the space between your pussy and your asshole. You fell forward pressing your head on Taehyung’s chest crying out weakly. Your pussy was making lewd wet noises and you knew you were close. Jungkook reached his hand around to rub at your clit as he spilled his cum into your tight asshole letting his hips surge forward to bury his load inside of you. Your asshole and pussy tightened around them as your stomach clenched. The orgasm was creeping up on you, your body feeling the pleasure as you jerked your hips forward to ride Taehyung erratically. You came next with a loud cry of each name slumping forward as you continued to slam yourself down a few more times. Jungkook pulled out of you slowly and Taehyung tightened his grip on your hips slamming you down until he was milking you with his own cum. He held you down on top of him until he was sure everything was gone. You were gasping for air. The room feeling stuffy and sweaty the smell of sex lingering in the air. Jungkook lay beside Taehyung rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“What do you think Jungkook?” Taehyung asked after a few moments of silence and you peaked through your hair to peer at them both.

“I think she needs to work on her hips a little more.” Winking at you Jungkook picked you up off Taehyung’s length and slammed you lightly against the wall. “A round two and three should do the trick.”

Muse

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst (it will contain smut in the next parts)

a/n: The story will have another part. So dont worry, im not cutting you off

Description:Jungkook is a  photography major in collaage. Every girl likes him yet he only has eyes for his camera, until he -even tho he hasnt realized it yet-  finds his muse.

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6: “Marry me” (part 2 from the 5/6 request, also andreil!)

It takes 4 months and 2 weeks to organize Matt’s proposal to Dan. 

Neil knows because he’s been pretending to understand most of what Matt says to him for 4 months and 2 weeks.

It’s not that he’s not happy for them, it’s just that being told to celebrate love feels like being told to celebrate the way the world turns, or the gravity that continues to pin us like the bar on a rollercoaster seat. Neil celebrates love by staying alive to see it. He celebrates it by keeping it.

He looks at prospective rings and says they’re fine over and over again. He dutifully tells Dan nothing even when she asks outright. He answers the phone when Matt calls him in a panic at midnight and says “what if she says no” so many times that Neil hands the phone to Nicky.

It does make him think though, about Andrew. Without meaning to.

He doesn’t think of it as marriage in his head (to Neil, marriage has always been something that swallows you like quick sand). Tying himself to Andrew though — having something legally binding like Neil Josten on his documents, like their names on the lease, like his contract with his team — that means something to Neil.

Being with Andrew is the thrill of being in the game, but having it on paper would be like points blinking onto a scoreboard. He knows he’s scoring now, but he wants the crowd to know too. He wants this win to stick.

He doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Neil doesn’t need other people to tell him that they love each other.

Andrew scoops Sir off Neil’s lap and smuggles him to his side of the couch. He pours one bowl of sugar crisp and one bowl of granola in the morning. He catches Neil’s sleeve before he goes for a run and uses every ounce of 5 AM energy he has to hold Neil’s eyes. Neil knows how he feels.

But he really does support Matt and Dan, separate from the way he’s scared of hospital rooms he won’t be allowed into or the box on a form that labels them ‘roommates’ like that’s anywhere close to enough.

The engagement lines up with a weekend that all the original foxes are scheduled to meet up on, scraped together by Matt’s meticulous hands and Nicky’s constant phone calls.

Andrew isn’t interested in going, but Neil asks, so. They’re the first ones there.

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Pants on Fire - Kai Parker smut

There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.

I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.

I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.

I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.

The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.

“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”

“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.

“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.

“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.

“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.

I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.

“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”

I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.

“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.

“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.

“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.

“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.

My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.

“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.

“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.

“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.

He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.

He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.

“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.

I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.

He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.

“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.

I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.

“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.

“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.

Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.

“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.

“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.

“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.

I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.

“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.

“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.

I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.

“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.

“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.

“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.

“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.

He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.

“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.

I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.

We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.

He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.

It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.

“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.

“Am not.” I denied weakly.

“You’re the worst liar.” He repeated.

I'm Sorry Part 3.5

Warning: lots of violence, attempted murder, attempted suicide, and much much more blood and gore.

It’s rare for me to start the A/Ns with a warning but… The whole chapter is basically just that….. Sorry….

In the middle part, the POV changes back and forth to different places. Sorry if it will be confusing.

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Fresh paced around the hallways as he waits for the doctor to come out of the room. He found Fika in a very narrow alleyway, already dying. He really hopes that Fika will be safe.

“Fresh, calm down.” Paperjam hugged fresh from behind. Fresh just nodded and sighed.

A few minutes later, familiar voices called out to them.

“Fresh!” Fresh looked at the direction of the voice and saw Xahji. She has a worried look on her face, tears threatening to fall.

“X-xahji….” Fresh looked behind Xahji and noticed the worried Idle and Siren. Colonna is there as well. But for some reason….. She looks like she is faking it…. Fresh must be overthinking it.

“Where’s Fika?! Is she alright?” Idle asked worryingly.

“We don’t know yet…… ” Fresh responded.

“Poor Fika…” Colonna said with fake concern.

“Let’s just wait… For now….” Fresh said as they sat.

A few minutes later which felt like hours, the doctor finally came out.

“Doctor!” Idle rushed to the doctor and grabbed her coat.

“How is she?” Siren questioned.

“Her vocal cord is damaged. She won’t be able to apeak from now on. And she had a lot of blood loss. She would need hours or maybe days befor she wakes up. But I can assure you that she will live.” The doctor said as she removed Idle’s hands gently.

“Thank you.” Paper jam said.

“You can enter the room now but be gentle. Call me when needed.” The doc said and left them.

Idle quickly bursted into the room. He rushed to Fika’s side.

“Fika…. I’m sorry you had to suffer for this…..” Idle apologized hoping that he hears her.

“Idle, don’t blame yourself.” Colonna held his shoulders.

“But it IS my fault!” Idle’s tears started to fall.

“No it’s not.” Xahji hugged Idle.

“B-but-” Idle started only to be cut off by a kiss.

“Look, Idle. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. Let’s just make sure that Fika is ok.” Siren said. No one noticed the frown that Colonna was giving though.

“I’ll stay here to watch on Fika. Someone has to guard her, y'know.” Fresh said.

“You sure? You’ll be skipping class.” Colonna confirmed.

“I’ll be fine. One absent won’t hurt.” Fresh assured her.

“Plus, I’ll be with him the whole time.” Paperjam added.

“Ok….” Idle nodded and left the room with Siren, Xahji and Colonna.

“Now….” PaperJam pulled Fresh by the waist. “We finally have time for ourselves~” He kissed Fresh suddenly, earning a slight reaction from him.

“Mmmf~!” Fresh felt PaperJam penetrate his mouth. He pushed PJ away, blushing.

“P-paperJam… We are in a hospital….. This isn’t a place where we should do it now…..” Fresh said, embarrassed. “Plus, Fika might wake up any minute…”

“Freshy…. You’re no fun, today.” PaperJam leaned his head on the crook of Fresh’s neck.

“We just…. Can’t do it here….” Fresh looked away.

“How about tonight~?” PaperJam smirked when he saw Fresh’s blush darken.

“Sure….”

(Me: Meanwhile, with the tailed jerk, clueless idiot, one-eyed monster and the psychopatic yandere~)
(Siren, Idle, Xahji & Colonna: Excuse us?!?!)
(Me: Ok, ok. Meanwhile, with the four friends~)

“I can’t believe this….” Xahji thought outloud.

“Fika was one of the few friends I have….” Idle sighed.

“She did nothing wrong to deserve this.” Siren growled with anger.

“Whoever could have done this?” Colonna asked to nobody in particular.

They all just sighed in unison. They were walkng back to the school since it’d only a 25-minute walk to the hospital.

“Poor Fika…” Idle murmured.

“Hey, guys. Let’s just go back and inform everyone in class.” Colonna said.

They all agreed.

“They have the right to know.” Siren told them.

“I’m gonna tell Goth to tell Palette. The captain and the nurse were close, afterall.” Xahji informed her friends.

“I’ll…. Go tell Cray….and maybe Cil….” Idle looked down at his feet, some of his tears still escaped.

“Idle….” Siren hugged his boyfriend tightly.

“I’ll go tell My bros….. And maybe the teachers, I guess….” Siren looked to the side.

“I’ll… Tell our classmates then.” Colonna kept walking ahead of her friends.

“Let’s just hope that she’ll be fine.” They all nodded until finally, they reached the school.

~time skip brought to you by cliche~

Colonna rushed to the clinic and took the poison. Good thing that she stole Fika’s keys before she stabbed her to half-death.

Her plan has officially started.

“This will work. Fika is in the hospital, Snazzy and Cil have practice, Xahji’s helping Goth in fixing the library, Swifty and Cray are preparing for the next UnderHigh News, Idle is with them… But I can call him here…” Colonna thought to herself.

“Just gotta prepare the suicide letter, the food, the poison and my trusty knife just in case.” Colonna pulled out her knife. Her favorite one to use in killing people. Yes, this wasn’t the first time.

There were multiple cases of dissapearance of students in their school. And it’s all because they either had a crush on Siren or they got too close to him.

“Oh Siren-pai, we will be together soon. I promise…” She hid the knife in her knife pocket under her skirt. That way, it won’t be too obvious.

She poured the poison in the food and decided to call Idle for an invitation for snacks.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” She smiled when she heard Idle.

“Hey, Idle. You busy? I was wondering if we could have a snack together today.” Colonna said innocently.

“Sure! I’ll just have to finish some things here.” Idle smiled.

“Ok! I’m willing to wait.” Waiting isn’t a problem for her, anymore. It’s all calculated. “See you on the roof top.”

“I’ll be there in 20 min i guess.” Idle chuckled and hung up the phone.

After poisoning Idle, she could just throw him off the railings down the dumpster next to the school’s incinerator. She prepared everything beforehand.

By lunch, the delinquents aren’t there, guarding. If she ever had to use her knife, she could still throw the body there and use the door on the west. That place isn’t crowded plus, it was almost time for school to end, anyways.

“Everything is flowing according to plan. And his 20 minutes has started. Its…. 5:25.” Colonna smirked and waited for the clueless Idle to go.

19:53 left.

~~~~

“Ugh….. This is such a pain…..” Xahji complained as she put down a box above the three other boxes.

“Hey, Xahji. Need help?” A voice said.

“Oh. Hey, Dance. I was just about to take these to my clubroom.” Xahji said. “But they are too heavy.”

“I can help you.” Dance suggested.

“Really? It won’t bother you, would it?” Xahji asked.

“Nah. Not a single bit.” Dance smiled as he picked up the two heavier boxes.

“Ok. Thanks.” Xahji said and picked up the other two boxes.

14:41 left.

~~~~

“It’s almost 10 hours…” Fresh sighed as she looked at Fika with worried eyes.

“She’ll be fine.” PaperJam said while playing in his phone.

“You always say that.” Fresh frowned and looked at PaperJam.

“Because it’s the truth.” PaperJam said.

“But she’s been asleep. For 10 hours!” Fresh shouted the last part.

“So? She will wake up soon, Fresh! Justcalm down!” He heard a game over in his phone. “Great. Now, look. I lost.”

“So what?! Fika is much more important!” Fresh shouted before he heard a groan.

He looked at Fika moving. He rushed to her side and held her hand.

“Fika? Fika can you hear me? Paperjam call the doctor!” Fresh stated in panic and relief.

“Got it.” PaperJam pushed the button and alerted the nurses that Fika is awake.

“Fika, you’re safe now. We’re here.” Fresh smiled.

“F…..fresh…?” Fike tried to talk but it hurt. She can’t speak and it hurts when she tries. But she has to warn them.

“I’m here, Fika. You’re safe.” Fresh assured her. “Don’t force yourself to talk.”

“P….lease…. S….save…. I… Idle.” Her voice was hoarse and and broken. “He’s in danger….”

“Why would he be in danger?” Paperjam asked. “Do you remember who did this?”

“C…..colo…..nna….” That was what she said, tears running down her face before the nurses bursted into the room.

Fresh gasped. “Colonna?”

“Sorry, sirs but we have to get you out of this room.” Fresh and PaperJam nodded before rushing to the school.

“We have to save Idle! Colonna could kill him!” Fresh said as they exit the hospital.

“Hop on!” Paperjam threw Fresh a helmet before starting his motorcycle. It’ll be faster than running. You can reach school in 8 minutes.

They rushed to the school’s direction as fast as they can.

12:45 left.

~~~~

Idle wrote down the last details of his story and closed his new notebook. It will be such a cute twist that the girl meets her own doppleganger!

Idle smiled and hid his notebook.

“Now, to meet Colly.” Idle looked at his watch. “It’s 5:39 pm. Better head there now.” He whispered to himself.

“Hey, Swifty, Cray, I’ll be on the rooftop with Colly if you need me.” Idle shouted.

“Okie dokie!” Cray shouted back. Swifty juat gave him a thumb’s up.

“See you later!” Idle waved and headed for the rooftop.

05:27 left.

~~~~

“Here we are!” Fresh shouted. The two of them parked the motor and removed their helmets to rush to the UHN office.

As they were running there, Siren stopped them.

“Siren, what the fuck! Let us go!” PaperJam demanded.

“Why are you even running? That’s against the rules!” Siren scolded.

“Please, Siren. We have to go to UHN. Idle’s in danger!” This made him shocked. He let them go.

“Where is he?” Siren said, tattoos glowing a bit.

“We don’t know yet. But he might be in their clubroom.“  Fresh said.

"Let’s go, then.” The three of them rushed to where The clubroom is located.

04:02 left.

~~~~

“Ouuuuch….” Xahji complained.

“That still looks heavy. Need me to take the other one?” Dance asked, stooping for Xahji.

“No, thank you. I bothered you enough.” Xahji smiled.

“Ok.” Dance said.

“Xahji!” Snazzy shouted.

“Hey, Zee. Hey, Cil. Whatcha doin?” Xahji asked.

“Oh. Practice was over so I oughta might visit ya in the Library. But it seems that you have company.” Snazzy glared at Dance.

“Zee, he was just coincidentally there when I needed help. Geez.” Xahji smiled.

“But still. You shouldn’t trust some random guy. Especially when I don’t know them.” Snazzy said with a hint of jealousy.

“Aww, is Snazzy jealous?” Cil asked laughed.

“Wha-no!"Snazzy blushed. Xahji and Dance laughed.

"I have no plan to steal your girlfriend, Zee.” Dance chuckled.

“First of all, only Xahji can call me that. Second, don’t try me.” Snazzy said.

“Ok, ok. Calm down, boys.” Xahji said.

“Let me help you with that, mi amore.” Snazzy said with Xahji and kissed her on the forehead. He took the two boxes from Xahji .

“T-thanks…” Xahji blushes a bit.

“So, where do we take these?” Snazzy asked.

“At the clubroom.” Xahji stretched.

“Ok, then.” Snazzy smiled and walked between Xahji and Dance to the clubroom. Cil was just amused at Snazzy getting jealous.

03:14 left.

~~~~

“Who are we gonna interview next?” Swifty asked.

“The basketball team, of course!” Cray grinned. “We’ll have a big ambush interview!”

“Ok. Let’s get started.” Swifty answered as the door opens.

“Hey, Swifty. Hey, Cray.” Xahji waved.

“Oh, hey Xahji! Hey, Snazzy! Cil! What a surprise! And….” Cray leaned to the side and saw Dance. “It seems like we have a visitor.”

“Oh. This is Dance. A childhood friend of mine.” Xahji introduced him.

“Hey. I’m Dance. Nice to meet you.” Hesaid as he put down the boxes.

“Nice to know you too.” Cray’s smile widened.

“Whatare these for, bro?” Swifty asked to Snazzy.

“These? Just some books.” Snazzy said.

“My bro wanted to stock these here in the clubroom. He said that they’d be useful.” Xahji said.

“There are probs 30 books in each box.” Cil wondered.

“Uh huh.” Dance agreed.

“Well, it’s great that we’re finally done with these.” Snazzy stretched. “They were quite heavy.”

“I had to agree.” Dance nodded. “It would be hard to carry all of these on your own, right J?” Dance said to Xahji.

“Stop calling me with that nickname. Blegh.” Xahji complained.

Snazzy just glared at Dance as Swifty, Cray and Cil giggled at the background.

1:27 left.

~~~~

“So Fika is fine?” Siren asked as they ran.

“Yeah. She also warned us about Colonna.” Fresh answered.

“What about her?” Siren raised his eyebrow.

“She is Fika’s-” PaperJam started but was cut when they reached the clubroom.

“Guys! Bad news!” Fresh slammed the door open.

“Bro! What happened?” Cil rushed to PaperJam’s side.

“No time to explain. Where is Idle?” PaperJam demanded.

“O-on the rooftop with Colly. Why?” Cray answered.

“What?!” Fresh and Paperjam Shouted in unison.

“We gotta go. Now.” PaperJam was ready to run but was stopped by Swifty.

“We’re coming with you.” Cil said firmly.

“Ok, good. But we have to hurry.” Paperjam said.

“We will stay here. We still gotta do something.” Xahji said.

“You’re not coming with us?”

“We’ll catch up.” Snazzy assured them.

“Ok. Come on!” Swifty, Siren, Dance, Cil, PaperJam, Fresh and Cray rushed to the rooftop. There’s no time to waste.

00:45 left.

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707mmgirl  asked:

I was wondering if you could do a NSfw where the rfa+v and saeran are having sex with mc for thw first time and they orgasm too fast and are afraid that they'd disappoint MC?

(  ˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵;;) I couldn’t sleep so I really…Really…Wanted to write this. Thought about it all day.


Yoosung

- He was losing it mentally. His hands were sweaty, his chest was beating

- He wasn’t going to lie, he had jerked off quite a bit before…Especially when LOLOL introduced that new female skin….

- But never much more than that! God, he was too scared to even get a sex toy- Too scared and embarrassed to even entertain the thought!

- He tried asking Zen for tips, even resorted to asking Seven. But Seven laughed and Zen said to look up some porn videos to get an idea because he was too busy to help

- (Or was he just sour MC didn’t fall for him?)

- When you came out of the bathroom in your pjs, he was already trying not to get a stiffy. I mean, what you were wearing wasn’t horrible, wasn’t perverted, but…You weren’t wearing a bra. Even he could tell that

- And the fact that tonight would be the first time you shared a bed together…

- “Yoosung?”

- “Y-Yes??”

_ “…Are you going to come lay down? It’s cold without you~”

- This was it, he was going to die. Someone get his will from that coffee fiasco out, he was going to need it after tonight.

- Carefully, he climbed into bed behind you, opting to try and be the big spoon and hold you tight.

-…Too tight, too tight! Your ass was rubbing against his groin so nicely. He ended up burying his face in your hair, desperate just to pretend he didn’t feel it.

- “Yoosung, are you alright?”

- “Yeah, yeah- I, uhm. I am.”

- “So you’re not hard-”

- “Don’t say it!!”

- Oh my god, this is it. You were going to make fun of him endlessly, just like the guys would when they found out. 

- You turned around to face his red face, and right when he thought it wasn’t going to get again worse, you slipped your hands around and squeezed his ass, pulling his hips flush against yours

- He. Couldn’t. Breathe.

- He felt you start kissing his neck, grinding against him, and he could only whimper in response. This isn’t how he thought it was going to happen- I mean, he was supposed to take the lead, right?? Right??

- But you slipped your hand in his sweat pants, letting out a lustful groan as you found he wasn’t wearing underwear, and he lost it

- You pulled your hand back and looked at the cum on your fingers, before looking him right in the eye and licking your hand clean

- Were you trying to kill him???

- “MC I’m sosososorry, oh my god-”

- “That’s okay, Yoosung,” You grabbed his hand, guiding it under your underwear, “Why don’t you show me what those gaming fingers can do?”

- God, please someone print out that will. He really was going to need it after tonight.

Jaehee

- So she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was

-…But she was still blushing like crazy

- A cuddling session gushing over a dirty story you found online had turned sexual very quickly. Mainly due to your wandering hand, but…

- Now she was under you, one hand halfway covering her face, and the other gripped your arm as your teased her clit

- Every time she let out a squirming moan, her chest heaved and you swore you were in heaven

- You didn’t waste much time with foreplay. The two of you hadn’t really gone this far before, and this poor woman needed some excitement in her life that didn’t end in cat hair everywhere

- You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly licked her nipple, then clamped your teeth over it, loving her surprised moan.

- “M-Mc!”

- You gave her nipple a harsh suck, your fingers trailing down from her clit to her entrance, slipping in two fingers already.

- You walls clamped down, her nails digging into your forearm already. She was sweating, chest heaving, but you knew all the right spots to hit.

- As your mouth bit on her neck, her moans kept getting higher and higher in pitch, until her nails dug in so harshly that you knew you were going to need a few bandages later.

- You felt her hips jerk up a few times, her whimpering when you kept trying to fuck her with your fingers, so you slowly pulled out.

- “Did you cum already?”

- She let out a groan, covering her face. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

- You just laughed, kissing her forehead. 

- “I mean… I could be my turn, if you really loved meee~”

- She rolled her eyes but laughed, motioning for you to switch spots with her.

Seven

- The two of you were resting on the couch, just cuddling, until his fingers liiightly brushed against your sides, and you made the mistake of giggling

- Now it was On

- First thing about being friends with Seven: Never, ever, let him find out where you’re ticklish.

- He had you squealing and threatening him at the same time, squirming in between his legs as he laughed at you.

- Pretty soon you started fighting back- Turning around and desperate to find his ticklish spots. 

- But, after a while of squirming in eachother’s arms, he accidentally let out a moan that was not painful

- You stopped, and the both of you blushed… But, you just placed a questioning kiss on his lips.

- “R-really? Right here?”

- You nodded, already moving to start palming him through his pants, and he automatically started working on pulling off your shirt

- He groaned as you unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He tried returning the favor, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

- But you slipped to the floor and got on your knees? What where you- Oh my god you were going to blow him

-Oh…My god.

- He watched with a growing blush as you tugged on his pants to be able to pull his hardening cock out easier. He watched your eyes widen just a bit when you pulled it out, him mentally fist pumping that he was a good enough size for you

- He wanted to lean back- Play it cool and just enjoy it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You brushing your hair behind your ear, getting a decent grip on his cock, your half-lidded eyes studying the head. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out already, and he prayed you thought that was normal.

- You gave his cock a few tentative pumps, him trying his fucking best not to jerk his hips up, and then suddenly you took the tip in your mouth.

- He couldn’t hold it back, he ended up letting a low whimper out, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in your hair, but god he managed to keep them away.

- You bobbed your head a bit, removing the cock from your mouth with an obscene ‘pop’, looking him right in the eyes as you licked up the underside of his cock

- …And he came all over your face

- It was slightly, just a bit, adorable at how you winced, but he felt his soul leave his damn body. Damnit, he knew he should have jerked off last night when he had the chance.

- “Oh my god, Mc I’m so–” 

- You wiped a bit off your cheek, slipping your finger in your mouth and letting out a hum. “You taste a bit bitter…”

- Instantly he pulled you up on the couch, sucking and nipping at your neck as you moaned a bit.

- He really, really, needed to know how you tasted as well. And, well….Hopefully that would make up for him being such a quick shot.

Jumin

- The marriage had been sweet, and ended with lots of cuddling on a plane as the two of you went to enjoy your honeymoon, something Jumin was very insistent on.

- As soon as the two of you landed, it was getting changed into something more appropriate, going off and enjoying the sites, having a nice romantic dinner

- And now the two of you finally made it to the place you were staying at for the next week. With just one bed in the room.

- He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous- What if he harmed you? What if he did so many things you didn’t enjoy? Expert Playboy only told him so much, and he wasn’t too keen on watching porn. Especially if Seven had his hands in the RFA’s search history.

- The two of you dressed in your sleepwear, then he coaxed you over to lay with him.

- Getting to finally hold you in his arms like this was amazing. He felt his chest swell every time you snuggled closer to him.

- “Mc?”

- “Yes, honey?”

- He gave your forehead a kiss at the nickname, his cheeks lightly blushing. “From my research, we’re not completely done for the day yet, are we?”

- Your face went red, but he started with gentle kisses to your lips, moving to your jaw, then to your neck, his fingers dancing around the hem of your shirt.

- Your breath hitched a couple of times, but you started working on unbuttoning his shirt, groaning when his hands started groping your breasts

- God, this felt amazing so far, from just barely doing the minimum. He focused on recalling all the tips in the magazine, some of the grosser things some board members had talked about drunk- Just anything he could apply to please you

- It wasn’t long before you were fully on your back, breasts heaving as he teased your clit, his boxers the only clothing left on him

- The way your cheeks flushed looking at his cock straining against his boxers made him want to take you instantly, but he needed to be patient, he needed to hold out a bit longer.

- But you gently squeezed his forearm, mewling a bit as he kept trying to rub your clit

- “Ju-Jumin, please, I want to feel your cock- I’m ready, just please.”

- He felt his eyes widen, but quickly cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his boxers off

- He teased you a bit more, the head of his cock barely entering you and pulling back out, making you let out the cutest whines. But finally, when he couldn’t even stand it anymore, he pushed himself fully inside of you, groaning along with you

- He stayed still for a moment, feeling how amazing it was to have you squeezing him so tightly. He tried to move, just one pump, but it was too much.

- As soon as he realized what had happened, his face was completely red, and he felt so ashamed when you let out a little questioning noise.

- “It…It seems that I’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly pissed at himself for cumming so damn early. You didn’t even get to enjoy anything.

- But you just squeezed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek.

- “If you want…You could just use your fingers for tonight, tomorrow we could try-”

- “No, we’re doing this right tonight. I told you I would keep you up all nigh- I’m not going back on that now.”

- While he did finally get rid of his shame at how much you squirmed from his fingers alone, he promised himself that he was going to make you cum twice as much from his cock alone.

- (What the fuck did those magazines say about this situation???)

Zen

- You had been trying for ages to get him to have sex with you. 

- Inviting him in the shower? ‘Accidentally’ letting him walk in on you? Snuggling super close during a romance scene? All of them failed.

- And god, did he hate it.

- He wanted to fuck you, have you screaming his name so loud he was sure to get noise complaints- But was he ready??

- It had been a very, very, long time since he had, ahem, let the beast out. The last time was…Way too long ago.

- But all the teasing, and bluntness without saying anything, was starting to get to him. Starting to have his hand wandering when you weren’t there with him, and a few times when you were.

- Tonight was a bit better. You weren’t trying to throw more ‘hints’ his way, you were just snuggled up to him resting your head on his chest, tracing an imaginary circle on his ribs

- Yeah, he could handle this!

- But your fingers stopped, and you started to play with his hair a bit instead, making cute little noises as you shifted to look up at him

- “Your princess wants some kisses.”

- Oh no. He felt his cock twitch, but he tried his best to ignore it as he tipped your chin up, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

- “I can’t help but do as my princess wants~”

- But you pulled him back towards you, planting a few soft kisses, and then slowly making them more and more greedy.  You even slipped your tongue in, and when he groaned out he knew he was done for.

- He wanted to avoid sex at the moment, but tonight he didn’t have enough willpower.

- He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to lay on your back as he slipped between your legs, leaning over to start sucking on your neck.

- You didn’t waste a second, especially since you had been trying to get to this point for ages. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning when he grinded against you with a low growl

- “You’ve been such a tease, princess, I can’t take it anymore.”

- As he pushed your shirt up, working on your breasts, he was frantically trying to recall all the moves he used to do back when he was in that gang.

- (God, it really had been forever!)

- Your hands fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down and giving his ass a firm squeeze, loving as he bit your neck in response.

- You were going to kill him. He wanted the first time to be sweet, romantic, but he couldn’t even control his thoughts right now. He just kept imagining how tight you would feel, how you would squeeze down on him-

- You reached and grasped his cock, starting a teasing pace as he leaked pre-cum already.

- Ah, fuck, fuck, he couldn’t take this. He ended up moaning into your shoulder as he jerked his hips in time with your pumps. One, two times, and he came.

- Kill. Him.

- He didn’t want to face you, he just closed his eyes tight as you pulled your hand away.

- “Zenny~ No fair, let me have fun too.”

- He took a deep breath and looked at you nervously- Only to be greeted with a firm kiss. You pushed his shoulder a bit, wriggling your hips.

- “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use~?”

- He looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly slid back a bit, working on getting your pjs off.

- I mean… at least he had an impressive recovering speed? Hopefully luck would be on his side and let him recover fast enough to fuck you like he had been wanting.

V

- It…Had been a very long time. A long time since he was fully willing to have sex, at least.

- When the innocent cuddling on his bed got more perverse- Your hand slipping under his shirt and teasingly running your fingers so close to the waistband of his pants- Well… He did want it, it had just been ages

- He tried his best not to show it. Each feather-light touch he returned, every little breath you let out he had to stop himself from groaning

- He hadn’t realised how badly he wanted this from you

- Once the cute kisses died down, turning into panting breaths and low moans, you rolled yourself on top of him, straddling him and purposefully refusing to grind against him

- Were you trying to kill him? He needed this- He needed you

- His hands found your hips, holding you as he bucked his hips up with a barely contained groan. It had been too long, way too long, since he had felt so good from just teasing

- “Mc-”

- You leaned over, starting another string of greedy kisses, taking his will to talk and interrupt you away

- It didn’t take long for his hands to act on their own- Slipping under your shirt to grope, pushing your ass down so he could grind against you fully

- When you broke the kiss and let out such a sinful moan, he couldn’t do it anymore.

- “Mc, please- Now, now, please.”

- He felt your breath against his neck as you giggled, wiggling out of your underwear and pulling down his pants

- You took his cock and slid the head against your clit, making him bite down hard on his lip

- “Oh, god, Mc-” You were horrible but so fucking amazing. He wanted to thrust his hips up, slam into you with all he had-

- You let out a little mewl of pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed your clit just right, and suddenly you felt a hot spurt against you.

- He covered his face quickly, panting but letting out a sound of utter disappointment. 

- “It’s been ages, I just-”

- “Shh,” You leaned over, kissing his forehead. “ It’s fine.”

- But it wasn’t, was it? Your cheeks were still flushed, you were soaked but he knew you hadn’t came yet.

-… Was it too early to suggest…?

- “M-Mc, ride me.”

- “…What?”

- God, don’t make him say it again. He carefully squeezed his cock, feeling how sensitive it was, but he didn’t care. He wanted you anyway.

- He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, then finally trailed it to your entrance, pushing the tip in and joining you in your moan

- “Jihyun-”

- He jerked his hips up, pushing into you fully, and the sound you made had him dig his nails into your thighs.

- “Ride. Me. I can take it.”

- He came early, but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to be able to feel his cock slam in you tonight.

Saeran

- He had experience with women. Not exactly loving ones, but quick and hard fucks in the backs of bars or in hotels was what he was used to the most.

- And usually they all went well, except if the women tried being too clingy with him.

- He wasn’t expecting you to last so fucking long though

- The two of you were just cuddling on his bed, something he was always insistent on. But you were trying to find some funny things to show him on your phone, and he was tired of watching videos. 

- He ended up initiating it, slowly trying to tease you by acting like he wasn’t aware of where his hands were, but quickly dropping the act and pushing you on your back, grinding against you and slipping his tongue in between your bruising lips

 - It didn’t take long at all for both of you to rid each other of any fabric in the way, him burying his cock inside of you with a grunt and a low “Fuck,”

- Usually with the women he had fucked before, they came rather quickly… 

- But as he harshly slammed himself inside of you, finally being able to enjoy being inside of you, he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge- And you definitely hadn’t came yet.

- He pulled your leg up a bit, pushing it flush against your chest to get a better angle to ram into you, letting out a growling string of curses as you tightened around him

- A few more jerks of his hips, and he easily came inside of you, groaning out and breathing harshly against your neck.

- He wasn’t expecting you to whine, though. He looked up, a bit confused, as you pouted.

- “You came already?”

- “…You didn’t??” He swore he had felt you tense up, dig your nails into him even more. What happened?? Oh god, was he losing his touch?

- You pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and forcing his cock back into you, rolling your hips. “I wasn’t done yet~ Can you keep going?”

- The fuck he could, but his embarrassment didn’t let him say that. He gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside of you, letting out a guttural groan.

- You let out a loud moan, starting a steady and heavy pace, drinking in how his cock hit your g-spot on every thrust.

- He hadn’t been overstimulated before, but he refused to argue against it. He apparently needed to build his stamina back up anyway…

“Tame You” - Jay Park X Reader (Smut)

Description: You and your friend have been dating Jay Park and Simon Dominic of AOMG for quite a while before they both decided that their careers were getting in the way of your relationship as their schedules were getting busier by the day. An encounter in a club located in Seoul happens a month after both relationships ended.

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Your hips swayed once more on the beat of a menacingly slow song before you left the dance floor, making your way towards the bar. Your friend lifted her hand in the air to attract the bartender’s attention and she ordered what was probably your favorite drink, seeing as she knew all too well what this little escapade was about. To be fair enough, you both needed it more than you actually thought. It felt good to let go for once. After all, it’s been over a month since it happened and you never got a call or anything close to that. 

Your hand gripped the shot of Jager and you gulped it down, allowing the burning sensation to set in your throat for the third time tonight. 

“Do you think they know we’re in Seoul?” (H/N) asked, eyeing you from behind her cocktail glass as you traced your finger around the mouth of the now empty shot. 

“If they do, they did a poor job of actually finding us,” you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze towards the bartender. Your hand shot up in the air as soon as he looked at you and you motioned for him to bring you another glass of the fiery drink.

 "They come out here frequently, I don’t think they want to find us though, so,“ you shrugged, emptying another shot of Jager, “let’s at least have fun." 

Your heels hit the floor as you got up on your feet and dragged your friend back on the dance floor, swaying your hips once again, catching every note of the song in mesmerizing moves of your body. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them and got all caught up in the mood, not even feeling your own breathing but the sound of your heartbeat succumbing to the body-vibrating bass. You forgot all about Jay, about the breakup and the lame excuse he gave you, his whispered "I love you” as you ended the call, tears pouring down your cheeks.

 The animalistic side of you drew you further into the mass of people dancing out of sync as you felt a single presence behind you, imitating your moves.

 "All alone tonight?“ you barely heard the voice over the blasting music. You bobbed your head up and down into a nod, pointing at your friend that was currently too lost in the music to notice, "only with her.”

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