panting heavily

anonymous asked:

28 Ladynoir!!

“Marry me?” 

Crash!

“Is now really the time?!”

Tinkclinkclink—

“What other time is there?”

Crash.

“Not! In the middle! Of! A! Battle!”

This was worse than the puns by far. Why oh why had she started dating this doofus, again?

A strong, black-gloved hand wrapped tight around her wrist, yanking her out of the way of a stray lightning bolt a putting her between Chat and a wall.

Between a rock and a hard place, if you will.

He was panting heavily, hot breath washing over her ear and down her neck, the tension leaking out of his frame as it started to look like the akuma had missed them and was now starting to wander off.

“There,” he sighed as the akuma disappeared over the line of buildings across the street from their nook. “That was close.”

“Mhmm,” Ladybug agreed, feeling the tension leave her own frame a little more with every breath Chat took, every second of his warm weight pressed reassuringly solid and close against her, and well…

Maybe that was why.

“…So,” said Chat, turning to look at her with a kind of anxious hope in his eyes that tied her insides in knots. “What do you say? Will you marry me?”

Like she’d say no.

She went up on her tiptoes to kiss him, adoration bubbling up and over in her chest.

“’Course I’ll marry you,” she sighed against his warm mouth, wrapping herself up in the feeling, and then drew back so she could look him in the eye.

“But god, Chat,” she huffed to his dumb, overjoyed grin. “I am never letting you forget this.”

Somehow, he only looked happier.

anonymous asked:

More Yandere Raven PLEASE I BEG OF YOU

At one point, the Veteran Commander snapped.

He’s lucky you weren’t around. Finally embracing his temptations, the man known as Raven quickly disposes of the body he just slammed. A broken neck and mangled limbs. 

It was a body of someone who you interacted with earlier, and that you took a small liking to. You weren’t necessarily very close to them, but the body was someone who did nothing wrong to you. Who did nothing wrong to Raven, either. Raven knows what he had just done was a crime. And yet, feelings of relief and joy emerges from the man’s emotions…

He burns it. Buries it.

He pants heavily, his human hand covering his face.

“This is fine. This will be fine. Everything will turn out fine.” Raven tells himself.

You’ll still be his as long as you never find out what he did. Or that’s what he convinces himself to think, anyway.

anonymous asked:

❤ Daddy Noct smut please and thank you😘

That can be taken two ways and well that sentence can be taken two ways too. Muaha

Okay so I’m doing daddy noct as the sex version and the daddy as actual father one as well because I can! So ten lines in total!

“Daddy” Noctis

1. “Who is your daddy?”
2. “You are Noct!”
3. His index and middle finger were curled up deep into your dripping wet pussy fingers rubbing against the tight walls making you squirm.
4. Panting you moaned heavily, staring up at him as with his free hand he grabbed your right breast squeezing it firmly in his large hands, punching the nipples.
5. You started grinding your hips into his hand the juices and cum you let out dripping onto his palm and down the sides of your legs.

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Daddy Noctis

1. “The kids are asleep, let’s do this!”
2. “I’m sleepy,” he moaned letting out a yawn.
3. You pounced on your husband you wanted him bad the kids were sleeping now.
4. Getting in between his legs you sucked on his cock lustfully until it was hard, he was panting under your work.
5. Gagging on his cock you held the hard thick shaft deep into your mouth breathing deeply through your nose, looking up locking eyes with him as you started to suck hard on his cock.

The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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Straight? I think not.

Warning: Smut
Length: 2.6k

Summary:
Dan brags that his blowjobs could turn any guy gay. Unfortunately for him, his friends put this to the test and lock him in a closet…

“My blowjobs are so good, they’d probably turn a straight guy gay!”

That was the comment I had made during gym. It was also the reason I was currently locked in a locker room closet with Phil Lester. Who was, by the way, the school’s straightest heartthrob, and my least favourite classmate. I really needed better friends.

“So you’re telling me that Chris and your other groupies pushed me into this closet so that you could blow me?!”

I winced at Phil’s shrill screech. “If you could not shriek at me, that’d be great. I happen to like my hearing.” I mumbled from my place on the closet floor. “Look, they aren’t going to let us out until we do it, so can we just get it over with so that I can rush home and wash out my mouth?”

He flattened himself to the wall, wide-eyed. “No!”

“What other ideas do you have to get out of here, then?”

“I…” He stopped, a perplexed look overtaking his frantic one. “Are they really not going to unlock the door? Even if we wait?”

“Last month I claimed that I could eat anything. They trapped me inside of my bathroom with a platter of raw worms and crickets, everything completely drenched in hot sauce. I waited for three hours, but they didn’t let me out until I’d licked the plate clean.”

He tried to recoil further, but he was already up against the wall. “You’re not making me want your mouth all over me, Howell. That’s disgusting!”

“You’re telling me!” I groaned, getting pretty tired of fighting. “Just let me take control, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

He clenched his eyes shut, staying silent for several minutes before stepping away from the wall tentatively. “Fine… But you can’t tell everyone about this.” He muttered, watching me warily.

“Noted.” I sighed, closing my eyes and forcing myself into my sexual headspace. Then I reopened them, taking in Phil’s frame. He has nice curves, I decided, licking my lips instinctively as my gaze roamed over his hips. Good legs, too.

I crawled towards him on my hands and knees. He let out a startled squeak as my hands found his hips, pushing them back against the wall. His scent filled my nose, musky and slightly sweaty due to the gym class last period. It was exciting, causing heat to spiral down and in between my legs.

Whining softly, I glided my hands up and down his sides and over his chest, trying to feel every part of him I could reach. Then I pressed my nose to the front of his jeans in search of more of his smell. Phil jumped, gasping harshly when I nuzzled his half-hard length through his clothes.

“Do you want me to do it, or you?” I murmured, playing with the waistband of his jeans. Phil gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing but no sound escaping. Trailing my fingers daintily across his stomach, I leaned against his thigh to look up at him as innocently as I could. “I don’t mind doing it for you.”

“I-I… Um… Sure?” He squeaked. My fingers hooked into his belt loops, pulling them down and searching each bit of newly exposed skin as they slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles. He kicked them off, glancing my way as if I was going to attack him once he was done. I simply pressed him back against the wall again.

He hissed as his bare legs met the wall, pressing up against my firm grip. “It’s cold!”

“You’ll warm up quickly, don’t you worry,” I chuckled. I focused my gaze on the outline of his semi through his boxers, which clung tightly to his thighs. Below the dark material was a seemingly endless supply of pale, unmarked skin. I decided that a slow buildup would be the best approach.

I pressed open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thighs to test his limits, tasting his skin with my tongue. Phil took a sharp intake of breath, trembling with the strain of keeping himself still. I moved slowly up from his knees to the top of his thighs. Then I took a quick detour to explore his hips, unable to resist digging my teeth into the taut skin there.

“Did you just bite me?” He stared down at me as I traced the blossoming mark with my finger.

“Mmhmm…” I decided that the dark bruises looked nice on his pale skin, so I tugged at the fabric of his boxers. “May I?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, his breathing getting heavier as I removed the last bit of clothing between my mouth and him. Then I moved to decorate the skin with more marks. Each time I bit down, a soft “ha” escaped from his lips.

“H-how am I-ha-going t-to explain these marks tomorrow?” He managed, squirming under my grip. A smirk tugged at my lips as I surveyed my work, pleased that the bruises were scattered both above and below where his gym shorts would be as well as along his v-line.

“Guess you’ll get to tell everyone that you snagged a hot boy…” I snickered quietly as Phil let out an indignant squeak and slapped my arm. “What? I’m hot, admit it!”

“You wish!” He scoffed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he avoided my eyes. Interesting. I trailed a finger over the various bruises, before rubbing his base teasingly.

“Dan!” He hissed, curling his fingers into fists against the wall as my hand ran up and down his length. I leaned forwards, carefully, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of precum gathering at his tip.

Phil keened, bucking his hips forwards suddenly so that my tongue slid along the bottom of his length. As soon as he’d realized what he’d done though, he flushed red and leaned back against the wall.

I just chuckled and used my hands to steady him before wrapping my lips around his tip. I couldn’t help but mewl as the salty flavour spread across my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the loud whimper Phil emitted.

“D-Dan… Stop teasing…” He managed, struggling against where I was holding him from pressing forwards. I pulled off, doing the opposite of what he had asked. Instead, I pressed wet kisses along the side of his length. “Howell!” He spluttered uselessly.

Giggling, I glanced up to his incredibly red face. “Something wrong?” I purred. He just glared down at me, his fingers twitching like he wanted to just grab my head and make me obey him. Heat swirled low in my stomach at the thought.

“You are such a tease.” Phil muttered, and I couldn’t help but notice how much lower and more gravelly his voice had gone. Swallowing roughly, I tried to stay on top of the rushing images in my head.

“I just know how to get you all worked up,” I winked. He spluttered again, beginning to growl something about how annoyingly cocky I was. I cut him off by suddenly lurching forwards and taking him into my mouth.

He swore, loudly, and his hands flew forwards to tangle in my hair. Blunt fingernails scraped my scalp as his fingers curled to grip my brown locks, tugging my mouth forwards. His hips jerked a bit as a moan pushed its way up my throat.

We both paused for breath. Phil panted heavily above me, while I forced myself to breathe through my nose. When I finally glanced up to his face, I couldn’t help the choked whine that escaped.

His head had fallen to the side, bright crimson cheeks underlining his darkened blue eyes as they locked with mine. I was slightly aware of my hands falling from his hips. He must have suddenly realized that I was breathing quite heavily through my nose, because he tugged my hair until I moved my mouth off of him.

I gasped for breath, aware that Phil hadn’t let go of his grip on my curls. If anything, he seemed to have tightened it, as if he was afraid I’d run away.

“J-Jesus, Phil…” I managed, lust and want rushing through my veins. He seemed to decide that I wasn’t mad at him, removing his hands to unbutton his shirt. I watched him quizzically.

“Hot in here,” He stated gruffly, pushing the material off of his shoulders and cautiously pushing his fingers back through my curls. “Is this okay?”

“Mmh…” I mumbled, leaning up into the touch. My jeans felt tight and uncomfortable, and now that he mentioned it, hot and sweaty. “I wanna strip too.”

“Are you asking for permission?”

“Yeah, can I?” He nodded, releasing my hair again so that I could shuffle away a few steps. I made quick work of my shirt, fumbling a bit with my belt before finally kicking off my jeans, leaving my underwear on.

Instantly I scrambled forwards to take him into my mouth again, moaning when he bumped the back of my throat. I was vaguely aware of Phil murmuring praise, each quiet word shooting down my spine to join the jumble of arousal filling my lower body. He slid in and out of my mouth slowly as I relaxed my jaw.

“So pretty like this,” He murmured, tugging my hair to guide me forwards again. I took advantage of his newly exposed skin, using my hands to explore his chest and sides as he controlled the movement of my head.

“Wanna touch myself…” I whined, increasingly aware of the pressure on my length. Phil tutted, glancing down at where I was shifting against the hard tile floor. Immediately I stopped and blushed.

“No, want to see you come untouched like the slut you are.”

My hips jerked at the unexpected command, but I managed to pull myself together with a strangled sounding whine. Phil hummed approvingly. Pulling my hair back, I felt him push in deeper at the new angle, until I was deepthroating his length with my nose pressed against his base. The same musky smell from before filled my nose, and I moaned appreciatively as he pulled back out and repeated the motion.

“Gonna come just from me using your mouth, yeah? Only I get to use you like this?” His voice was a low growl, possessively commanding my thoughts.

“Yes! Please… Use me, I’m… your… toy!” I begged in between thrusts, climbing towards my climax much faster now that he was saying such things like that. Phil huffed out a laugh, clearly amused by how effectively he’d managed to take control.

“Good boy,” He murmured gently, holding my head still as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat. It was weird, the way he effortlessly switched from commands and degradation to soft praising whispers, but it seemed that my body reacted strongly to pretty much any talk during such intimate moments.

His heavy breathing brought my eyes back to his face. “I-I’m-” He gasped suddenly, breaking off his sentence and pulling me harshly forwards as he fell over the edge. Hot liquid streaked over my tongue and down my throat, Phil’s breathless moans and praise filling my ears.

Then I was coming suddenly, pleasure spiking in my body as my orgasm racked through me. Mine was much quieter than his, considering that I had a slowly softening length filling my mouth, the last bit of his come disappearing down my throat as I swallowed around my noises.

He pushed my lips off of him wearily as he came down from his high, slumping against the wall and sliding down to sit in front of me. I squirmed in my soiled underwear, not quite sure whether to go to him or not. Thankfully, Phil decided for me by motioning me forwards and allowing me to collapse against his chest.

“Did you actually come from that?” He murmured, pressing his heated palm to my sensitive scalp. I pressed up into the touch.

“Mmh.. maybe…” My voice was raspy, almost hoarse. I blushed as he chuckled. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes, brushing his fingers delicately over my abused curls. Then he turned to look at me with a gentle smile.

“Shower?”

“Please,” I mumbled, a bit embarrassed. He stood and went to the back of the closet, rummaging through a bin of towels while I took the chance to admire his body from behind. Turning, he offered me one to wrap around my waist to conceal the dark patch on my front. Once we were both covered, with his towel hiked a bit higher to cover the bruises, we tried the door. It opened easily. I chose not to think about when Chris had come to unlock it.

Phil ushered me through the locker room, grabbing his bag from a bench nearby and following me to the showers. The spray was warm and inviting, and Phil dropped his towel without much hesitation before stepping in with a content sigh. I followed, kicking off my underwear and throwing my towel to the side.

His eyes roamed over my frame before reaching out and pulling me under the water with him. I collided with his chest, nearly knocking him backwards and causing giggles to bubble up from our throats.

“This is nice,” Phil murmured, reaching for the shampoo and rubbing it into my hair. I hummed, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling of his fingers in my hair.

“Yeah?”

“Mm..” His breath moved to the side of my neck, tingles erupting where his lips barely brushed the skin. I bit my lip as teeth scraped over the same spot, knowing that he was going to leave a mark. I probably deserved it for marking him up so much. He took a deep breath when he was done. “You smell a bit like strawberries.”

I couldn’t help but snort at that. “I’m pretty sure I smell like sex, actually.” He swatted my arm, and I opened my eyes as he giggled, his tongue between his teeth. A smile tugged at my lips. “You have a nice laugh…”

“You have an amazing mouth.” He retorted, smirking despite the blush creeping up the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but wink.

“Oh, I’m sure my mouth can do more than that.” Phil swatted my arm again, pushing me under the spray and causing shampoo to run in rivulets down my face and neck. “Hey!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut to avoid getting it in my eyes. The sweet smelling suds had almost disappeared when I felt his hands slide around my waist, tugging me closer.

I’m not sure who kissed who first, but it was sweet and gentle and not at all heated or sexual. He tasted like peaches. Who gave him the right to taste so good? I cringed internally when I realized what I probably tasted like, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back slowly, seemingly trying to catch his breath but leaning back in to press quick pecks to the corners of my mouth before resting his forehead against mine.

“I think I like boys.”

A soft smile tugged at my lips. “You think so?” He pulled me back for another delicate kiss, breathing a word into the tiny gap between our mouths.

“Yeah.”

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Bucky x reader

Notes: WARNING! physical abuse, threats, protective Bucky, fluff. 

A/N: I found this little thing hanging around on my phone. It’s a little dark, but fluffy too. 

Originally posted by wintersthighs

1 new text message from Y/N, 10:23 PM:

‘Bucky, can you please come over?’

Bucky checked his phone when he heard the familiar sound of an incoming message. His brow furrowed at the sight.

“Gotta go” he mumbled hurriedly, and jumped up, grabbing his coat as he ran out the door to the elevator.

“Hey! Where are you goin’? Thought we were going out!” Sam yelled after him; but the elevator doors already closed.

“Don’t take it personally, Sam. It’s probably Y/N” Steve quipped with a smirk.

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So I took “and he gets really sad” to Langst levels because I have no control. 

A small case of the sniffles was nothing to Lance. He worked through it with ease, but when he woke up two days later with a throat so raw and so sore that it brought tears to his eyes, he began to second guess himself.

However, he still tried to power through, but halfway through breakfast, his weak, raspy voice gave out entirely when he was in the middle of reassuring Shiro that he just had a small cold.

He tried to talk, but all that came out was a soft squeak that left him wincing.

“Just a cold, huh?” Keith asked, one eyebrow arched in a teasing manner.

Lance huffed and poked at his throat. He cleared his throat and tried once more to respond vocally, but it was helpless and quite painful.

“You better not,” Shiro warned. “You’ll only make it worse.” He held an index finger up to his mouth, motioning for Lance to keep quiet.

Lance sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. For the remainder of breakfast, he shoved his food around his plate with his fork as the others chattered around him as if nothing was wrong.

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our little family pt.4 | jimin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4

AN: mAN THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE BUT EEEEK ITS MY FAV PART SO ENJOY GUYS!!!

Reader’s POV

Readjusting your hat on your head, you rested a hand on your hip before wiping away the sweat that trickled down the side of you face. Who would’ve known that the day you had planned a field trip for the kids was the day of the record highest temperature your city had seen in the last decade.

Clearly you didn’t, because here you were with twenty sweaty, hungry and excited children all screaming and attacking you at once.

“Ms.L/N! Ms.L/N?! MS.L/N~” the children yelled, snapping you out of your trance, the heat making your head spin.

Looking down at the two children tugging at your skirt, they pointed towards the playground nearby and begged, “Can we all go play at the playground over there Ms.L/N? Please~” as they continued to put on their puppy faces, knowing well enough how irresistible they were to you.

Sighing, you nodded and immediately after, the rest of the children followed the two, running towards the playground and attacking the swings, slides and see-saws with all their might.

“Be careful! And don’t figh- Minjae-ah! Get off Eunhae!” you yelled in exasperation, picking up your bag and trudging your way to the playground ahead. Finding a spot in the shade, under a big tree, you set down your stuff on the bench beside it. 

Taking a walk around, you made sure all your kids were playing together, none of them hurting one another or themselves, at the least.

After you finished breaking up a fight over the sandbox, got a screaming kid off the monkey bars who was too afraid to let go and trying your hardest to calm down a crying child who accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it, you went to sit under a large oak tree, wanting to be away from the blinding sun.

Why are children so difficult to handle?  you helplessly thought to yourself as you momentarily laid back against the tree trunk, your eyes fluttering close.

Just then you felt something wet stain your arm.

As you peeked your eyes open, you looked up to see a crow sitting on a branch as it blinked at you, making you slowly look down to your right arm.

“You did not.” you gasped as you looked back up at the crow and down at the large pool of shit it left on your arm.

After blinking at your for a bit, almost mockingly, it flew away making you mutter a couple words you knew you shouldn’t have said with all these children around.

As you made your way to the bench where all your stuff were, you pulled out your water bottle and washed the sticky mess from your arm. Casually looking around the playground, you started to make a mental count of all your kids, when suddenly your eyes went wide.

It was as if it all happened in slow motion.

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deal | pt 2 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,848 

warning: pure filth you’re welcome

part one | part three


Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh.  Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.

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a concept...

- yuri and otabek have to keep their relationship a secret for a couple years bc idk they just do

- otabek visits yuri in russia for a week and stays with him, yuuri and victor

- when yuuri and victor go out to run errands, yuri and otabek finally get to have the sexy time™

- they take it slow since it has been so long, and every time they hear a creak in the house they freeze up bc they think its yuuri and victor coming home

- “yura, it was nothing” “i swear i heard those fuckers”

- when they finally finish, and otabek is hovering over yuri, yuri cupping otabeks face, the two panting heavily… they hear the front door click

- they start rushing around, throwing on whatever clothes they can find while trying to make as little noise as possible

- yuri grabs a bottle of deodorant and sprays it on himself, then throws it at otabek who does the same

- they think they sly by trying to cover up the smell of sex but they are just making it seem more suss

- yuri trying to comb his hair so he doesn’t look like he was just ravished

- “let me comb my hair too, yura” “beka, your hair is always messy, its fine”

- when victor and yuuri go to check on the two boys, they are awkwardly pretending to watch a movie on yuri’s laptop

- yuri and otabek think they got away with it, but yuuri and victor could tell something was up bc of the strong smell of deodorant, how awkward they were being and the fact that the two were wearing each others clothes

- pretty much yuri and otabek running around like lovestruck teenagers behind everyones backs bc they aRE LOVESTRUCK TEENAGERS

Originally posted by fhlyless

Anonymous said: Maybe within the series (if you’re going to do a series) you could include cheeky!Jeff and jealous!Jeff coz that would be amazinggg if you could
         Author’s Note: So I really didn’t want to do a series, but I kind of want to write jealous!Jeff, so I’m only going to add this last part before moving on and doing individual pieces again :)
Also, I didn’t know if what type of jealousy you wanted, but I ended up coming up with this. Enjoy!
P.S - Unless specifically requested, all 13RW Imagines will be AU. Which means Hannah and Jeff are alive and well. Why, you ask? Because I like fluff and happy endings!

Imagine your relationship with Jeff is still brand new that not everyone at school has gotten the memo. Especially those boys who are constantly flirting with you. At least until Jeff makes it clear you’re off limits.

Jeff Atkins X Reader pt. III

Parties aren’t normally your thing, but you find it hard to tell Jeff no. Especially when he bribes you with milkshakes and fries afterwards, and flashes that heartwarming smile at you when you’re moments from caving. But Clay and Hannah are going to be there, dragging along Tony who rarely makes appearances at high school parties and you find it even more easier to pump yourself up for the event.

As usual Jeff is immediately sought out at the party and being pulled away to start a rowdy game of beer pong. He tries to brush them off as he tightens his hold on your hand, but you merely kiss his dimpled chin and send him on his way.

“Go. Have fun,” you smile. Then sneaking your hand into his front jean’s pocket, your hand lingers on his thigh with a teasing little grin before you grab the car keys and slide them out, only to slip them into your own back pocket. “But not too much fun,” you chuckle when you see his eyes darken with the teeniest bit of lust. “You owe me a milkshake and fries afterward, and I’m not too keen to see you drunkenly stumble around.”

Jeff gulps. “Yes, ma'am.” Several people call out his name, telling him to hurry up, but he shouts at them to hold off one more minute. Then glancing back down at you, he fondly smiles. “Love you.”

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RFA coming home to an MC who woke up panicking/ crying from a nightmare and didn’t know that they left while she was asleep??

Time to pour all of my inner angst into this


Yoosung:

  • It felt so surreal
  • It felt so…terrifying
  • You saw everything so vividly
  • There he was, the damn hacker from several months ago, holding Yoosung within his grasp and in the other hand, a knife
  • “Maybe I’ll take both this time…” he manically laughed at you with that same twisted grin on his face
  • And with that, you were forced to witness the knife raise to blind your lover, one eye at a time
  • You were forced to hear the deafening pleads for you to save him, and yet you never moved
  • Right before the knife touched the second eye to be blinded, your body jolted up to wake you from your nightmare
  • In the panic, your mind hasn’t yet registered that in this reality, Yoosung was fine
  • “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” fell shakily from your lips over and over
  • Realizing that Yoosung was gone, you cried out for him
  • But nobody came
  • It was only a few minutes later that you hear a door closing and frantic footsteps going towards the sobbing noises
  • Yoosung immediately laid you back down and held you tight in his arms
  • “You’re okay,” you sobbed into his neck, “You’re okay.”
  • “Everything’s alright, I’m here, MC, I’m here,” he soothed
  • Needless to say, neither of you were leaving the bed anytime soon

Jaehee:

  • The events played out just like when you were crushing on Jaehee and it felt so, so real, it was like reliving the memories
  • You have been Jaehee’s bestfriend and closest friend this whole time, and it was the night where you finally decided to confess how you felt to her
  • The confession was said word for word just like you did before
  • But your face fell when you saw her discomforted look
  • “I’m sorry, MC, it’s just…I don’t like you in that way, I thought you wanted to be my friend,” her eyes fell to her feet as she awkwardly shuffled, “I think it’s best if we stopped seeing eachother outside of RFA business.” and with that, she walked away
  • Did…she think that you were her friend just because you wanted to get with her?
  • You would have been fine with just being her friend, but she thought that that wasn’t all you wanted from her
  • And now she’s gone
  • Your eyes snapped open, but you didn’t have the energy to sit up, so you pulled the blanket over your head and cried
  • Time passed and the bedroom door opened to the sound of a concerned voice, “MC, are you on here?”
  • Your crying was a clear indication and she sat down on the bed with you
  • Mama Baehee scooped you into her arms and rocked you slowly, hushing you, and soothing your fears away

Zen:

  • Your worst fear was coming true
  • Zen had finally risen to stardom, but that wasn’t the bad thing per se
  • His ego rose as he forgot about you more and more, and eventually he sat you down for a talk
  • “You’ve changed, MC…I don’t think you can give me what I want anymore.”
  • You froze, tears bubbling up in your eyes as he continued, “I just…don’t think I love you anymore.”
  • Upon saying that as if it were nothing, you felt a very sharp jolt of pain sting your heart and it hurt so, so badly
  • Immediately you bolted awake and fell off of the couch, onto the floor, and proceeded to cry 
  • The deafening voice in your mind tried telling you otherwise
    ‘Zen wouldn’t do this, Zen wouldn’t do this, Zen wouldn’t do this’
  • Of course he did, that’s why he’s gone, right?
  • When the front door closed shut to the sound of Zen calling out, “Babe~ I’m home~”, he immediately noticed the strained whimpers and your curled up form on the floor
  • He wasted no time dropping his things to hurriedly hold you, “Did someone hurt you?”, his tone of voice was on the verge of sounding angry
  • “N-no,” you managed to whisper, “Just a bad dream…a really bad dream. I dreamt that you didn’t love me anymore…”
  • Once the tears began bubbling up again, he cradled you into his lap and pressed kisses everywhere from your neck to your forehead
  • “I’ll never stop loving you, princess,” he softly said before finally pressing a gentle kiss upon your lips
  • And before you knew it, a quiet song was lulling you back into a more peaceful slumber

Jumin:

  • “We’re sorry to inform you that the plane that Mr. Han was on has crashed. Our condolences for your loss.”
  • You said nothing, obviously still in shock
  • This…this wasn’t real, this can’t be happening
  • Jumin always paid for the safest and most luxurious flights, how could the engine have malfunctioned? There was…no way he was dead. He said he would come home. He wouldn’t lie to you. Jumin always came back.
  • Jumin always came back
  • Your hand, pale from clenching onto your phone so hard, was thrown harshly against the wall across the room along with a loud scream from you, the device now donning cracks all over the screen
  • Loud scream crying echoed through the empty house and your knees gave out under you
  • Even with Elizabeth cuddling up in your lap, the penthouse still felt far too empty without him
  • Suddenly you were jolted upward, heavily panting and tears still running down your face
  • The first thing you noticed was the lack of a body next to you on the bed, and your loud sobbing resumed 
  • A loud thud came from another room, and a disheveled looking Jumin barged into the room, “What happened?!” judging where the thud came from, he must’ve been in his office
  • You quietly uttered ‘nightmare’ and that was all he needed to hear before slipping into bed next to you
  • His arms wrapped tightly around you and the sound of his beating heart were all you needed to feel to know that he was still there with you

707:

  • Nightmares came often to you
  • They were really about anything that could traumatize you
  • Today’s nightmare looped you back when Saeyoung was pushing you away, but instead of eventually softening up, it got worse
  • He constantly ignored you, snapping at you more often and more harshly compared to what happened in reality
  • Your stubbornness would not relent, having you stand there and take whatever words he threw at you
  • It wasn’t until phrases like, “I never cared about you!”, “You’re a waste of time.”, “I’ll never love someone like you.” started spewing out of his mouth
  • “Why am I even bothering with you?”
  • You sobbed as Saeyoung gave up, packing his things early and leaving out the door without so much as a single word
  • It was like a timeskip had happened when you woke up in bed and realized that Saeyoung wasn’t there
  • He left you
  • You began to cry once again, body shaking furiously and air becoming very difficult to breathe
  • It seemed like an eternity had passed when the bedroom door was nearly dehinged by a frantic looking Saeyoung
  • His eyes landed on your panicked form and immediately enveloped himself around you, as if he was a shell of protection
  • You were barely able to form words, but he knew that another bad nightmare had plagued you
  • “Shhhh…I’m never going to leave you, I love you, you hear me? I love you so, so much.”

When she’d first approached Bucky’s cell and he’d coaxed her to him by offering his food, he’d been scared she would bite, anxious about her own anxiousness, the way her skin seemed to ripple and she panted heavily. It took them a while to come to the understanding that neither of them intended to harm the other, and when they did, he found he really liked her: it was peaceful to pet her for a few moments before the guard’s rounds brought him back this way, to feel the thick coat under his fingertips.

A commission for the lovely @teatotally, a scene from War Dogs, a wonderful fic where Bucky befriends a guard dog while captive!

On Your Left - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 4754

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving), Choking, Captain America quotes hidden throughout 

Notes: This is what happens when I ask the girls what they want me to write next. They say “Write Thomas! Make it kinky!” 

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Sir

Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook

Words: 978

Genre: Full on smut, do not read if you are pure, dom!Jungkook, teacher!Jungkook, student!reader

Summary: Y/N gets caught talking in class

Request: anonymous

A/N: The 2nd smut I’ve written that was requested rather than me just adding it in because I felt like it! I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to tell me if I need to fix anything! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by purelyjimin

“Why is he so attractive?” I turn to look at my best friend who was looking at our college professor. Now he wasn’t the typical, old professor. He’s working part time with the school while he goes through grad school, so he’s very close to our age. So it’s not weird that she’s ogling him.

“Why aren’t you paying attention in class?” I ask her. “Is your plan to fail this class so you have to take it again next semester?”

“Yes.” She says, no hint of a joke on her face.

“What if he’s not teaching this class next semester?”

“Ms. Y/L/N! Why are you talking during my class?” I look up and meet Mr. Jeon’s gaze. “Well, according to the clock, it’s time for you guys to go anyway. Ms. Y/L/N, if you could stay after class so I can speak with you.”

I took my time putting my books away as my classmates rushed to leave. “You are so lucky to get to stay after with him. I’m so envious.” My best friend says as she left the room.

“Care to explain why you were talking during my class?” Mr. Jeon asks as I walked up to his desk.

“I was answering y/bf/n’s question, sir.” I answer as I lean against the wooden surface.

“And may I ask what was so important that you had to answer it right then?”

“She wanted to know why you were so attractive.” I say, not bothering to lie or beat around the bush.

“And what did you tell her?” He asks while smirking at me, leaning closer.

“Well I definitely didn’t tell her why I find you attractive.” I look up at him innocently.

He smirks again and walks over to the door. “It’s a very good thing neither you nor I have a class right now.”

“And why is that?” I ask just as he turns the lock.

“Because I believe a punishment is in order.” That’s right, I’m fucking my professor.

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Molly*sitting in her bathtub taking a long bath and isolating herself from the stressful outside world, relaxing and closing her eyes*

*Sound of police cars sirens from afar*

Molly*still closing her eyes*

*Sound of helicopter in the air*

Molly*still trying to relax*

*Sound of sirens getting closer*

Molly*raising an eyebrow*

*the door of the bathroom broken opened suddenly showing a one rageous-hair-dishevelled-crazy-eyes- Sherlock, holding his harpoon*

Sherlock*panting heavily and screaming*: WHAT IN THE BURNING HELL DID I TELL YOU ABOUT NOT PICKING UP YOUR PHONE?!!

M-I-A-M-I (PART 2)

Prompt: Please read Part 1 first. Inspired by Daveed’s Instagram post that made the fandom go wild. Y/N and Daveed are in Miami, and things are about to get hot.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Smut. It’s porn, basically.

A/N: *smokes a cigarette* Shout out to @imaginebeinghamiltrash, @tempfixeliza, and the anons who made sure I wouldn’t abandon this story. Also, @tallish-hobbit  here ya go. Ready to sin? Lehggo.

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Time For Bed

Originally posted by jaerins

Time For Bed
Rated: Mature
[Talking Christian into going to bed was harder than you thought]

Got a request from silexia and I thought it was super cute so here you go~ My first Christian Yu scenario~

You hated to say it, but you were happy when Christian stopped being an idol. That lifestyle was so hard on you both. The hectic work schedule, the traveling, the late night practices. It was all awful.

But he’d found a new love and passion. Editing and directing seemed to be his calling and you supported every waking moment of it. But just like his previous job, you found him staying up all night working on it.

You came home from work mid-day to find your boyfriend hard at work editing Live’s new MV, and here it was well past midnight and Christian had barely even moved. He probably wouldn’t have even eaten if you hadn’t brought him food.

Getting him to stop was going to be no easy feat. You’d been trying to for the last couple hours, and he’d always just say “Just a few more minutes Babe. I’ll be right there”

“Christian?” you knocked on his office door, poking your head inside. “I made you some tea”

He turned around giving you a tired smile, the dark bags more and more noticeable under his eyes “Thanks, Babe” he removed his headphones accepting the tea. “I just got to finish up a few more scenes and then I’ll be off to bed. Ok?” he smiled into your touch, kissing your hand. You didn’t even have to ask to be rejected anymore.

“Alright…Not too late ok?”

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Study Hard {Sirius Black x Reader *SMUT*}

I think this is the third time I posted this. It keeps on getting deleted for some reason so i’m sorry if it’s popping in and out of your dashboard. 

Sincerely,

Nat Meg.

Request: Can you make a young Sirius x reader smut? Like he wants some attention and that’s what he gets

WARNING: sexual themes, rough

@iwillpoundyoumikey @all-the-hp-love


Enjoy!

Time had passed by quite fast and (Y/n) have been unaware of this. She had been studying for hours upon hours, her mind completely immersed in every lesson and chapter. She was normally not this studious and would rather read other books, preferably something intriguing and not the names of every plant that could heal a doxy’s bite if it weren’t for her N.E.W.T.S.


(Y/n) took a deep breath and was about to flip to the next page when she heard loud voices coming from the doorway.

“Got it from a muggle store! I told them I wanted one of those black dragonskin jackets and no questions asked and voila, they gave it to me!” Sirius bragged loudly to his housemates who were all awed. He straightened his brand new leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair, making the ladies squeal, but he had one girl in mind.

He approached you from behind the couch where you sat, resting his chin on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hello, love. Haven’t seen you all day,” he smiled, “What’re you reading?”

“Healing herbs,” (Y/n) replied.

Sirius immediately picked up the humorless tone in your voice and so he brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek, gently turning your face to meet his eyes.

“But you’ve been studying all the day. I missed you.” He tucked your hair affectionately behind your ear.

“I know, sweetheart. I just need to study for the exams.”

Sirius tilted his head, something that made your heart melt and swell.

“Maybe you should read someplace else, mm? So you could um…concentrate better?” His voice lowered, thick with lust but (Y/n) did not notice.

The common room was now full of other students, loudly chattering, so it was no longer a quiet place to study. Maybe Sirius has a point. Oblivious to his intentions, (Y/n) smiled and nodded.

A different scenery might just help a lot and to be with Sirius would certainly help her study better since he was great in almost every class. She closed her book while Sirius followed her from behind, eyeing her short skirt as she climbs up the stairs to their dormitory.

He closed the door gently, locking it with a spell. (Y/n) sat down on one of the beds and opened her book to where she left off but Sirius had a different idea in mind.

He transformed himself into his animagus form, a large black dog with his neck tie as a red collar, before walking up to the bed where you sat. He sniffed your socks and began to tickle your toes with his nose.

“Sirius! Tsk, no!” You pulled away, tucking your legs to your chest. “I’m not in the mood.”

The dog whined and hopped onto the bed, continuously sniffing you and licking your hands but seeing as you were definitely not giving up easily, he took the book from you and dashed under the bed.

“Sirius! Get back here! I am not playing games!”

This only made him happier so he wagged his tail and ran around the room while you chased him. It went for a few minutes with you casting spells and charms to make him stop but he was quicker. After a few hexes, however, you managed to knock him out. He slowly transformed back into his human form, his back against the wall with your book between his teeth.

You took it from him and he smirked once more, “Still gonna study, love?”

With a shake of your head, you replied to him and gave a sigh, “I believe not. I won’t be able to pay attention anymore.”

“Then have it on me.”

He kissed you deeply and pulled you against his chest, his hands on your waist. You kissed him back with the equal amount of adoration and pure lust, tasting him, feeling him. His tongue began to lick your lips and even felt brave enough to slide inside your mouth, coaxing your tongue to come out and play. You moaned softly against his hardening length before whispering close to his ear.

“Was this your plan all along? To distract me?” You teased, “ Because if it is…”

You wrapped your hand around his neck tie, pulling him close before licking a long stripe from his jaw to the shell of his ear.

“You’ve been a very bad dog.”

Sirius was beyond aroused. His cock stiffened and he could not contain it any longer. He needed attention and you were going to give it to him whether you liked it or not. He did not need anymore teasing. He wanted the main event, the highlight, the damn fucking main dish.

He swiftly removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his toned chest before ripping away your blouse, leaving it as a torn piece of fabric lying on the floor. You immediately jumped and he caught you by the thighs, continuing his hot kisses on your throat. He nipped your skin softly, leaving you moaning and grinding against his hard on.

“Mm, I feel you, love. So sweet.”

He skillfully unhooked your bra and had you pressed against the wall, his mouth now trailing down from your collarbone to the top of your breasts. He began to suck on your skin, marking you as his own, leaving hickeys behind. They would surely stay for days just like last time but at this point, you were sure that everybody knows who they belong to. He gave you a quick peck and moved to your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue while his other hand groped your other breast, making you moan louder.

“A-Ah, Sirius…T-That feels…good,”

“Come on, sweetheart. Onto the bed,“

He commanded. You headed towards the nearest bed and laid down, sprawled out on the sheets with heaving breaths. Sirius crawled on top of you slowly like a hungry predator approaching its prey, his eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine to see him so primal and wild but it also excited you as you have never seen him like this before. He hovered above you and tugged your skirt down, removing it completely. His eyes landed on your panties and the wet spot that had now formed on the cloth.

“Is that for me, darling?”

“Yes, Sirius.”

“Mm, love it when you say my name,” He knelt down between your legs and spread them apart. “I would love it more if you screamed it.”

He quickly removed your panties and dove into your womanhood, tasting the juices that trickled down. Your hand automatically went to his hair, grabbing a fistful. His fingers moved to your opening, his thumb pressing into your clit in such a way that made you writhe beneath his merciless tongue and fingers.

“Oh, Sirius! Mm…”

He licked up and down slowly, making sure you enjoy every second he dragged his tongue across your folds. You were already soaking by the time he stuck two of his fingers inside you, you gripping the sheets hard. He kept his pace quick and fast, allowing them to slide in and out of you easily until you were nearing your climax. That’s when he had to stop and kiss your lips to taste you once more.

“Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad.”

You did not need to say it again. Sirius removed his pants and boxers and pumped his thick cock in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire the way he bit his lip as he pleasured himself before slicking your folds with his pre-cum. He gently pushed in, savoring every inch that entered your tight cavern, moaning so quietly until he bottomed out. He pulled all the way and thrusted back once more, creating a slow rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Ugh, so tight, m’ dear! Feels so fucking good. And it’s all for me.”


He growled. He rested his elbows on the mattress and started increasing his speed. He thrusted hard and fast, driven to feel the need to you make come. You were his princess, his queen, and his goddess and deserved nothing but the best. The bed began to squeak and scratch the floor, no doubt leaving behind marks. He was slamming himself inside you and could not care less of the damage the two of you caused in the room. You were entrapped in this moment of intense pleasure and passion the man you loved.


After a few more minutes, Sirius pulled out and carried you to the top of the bed where you were close to the wall.

“Come on, baby. I want you on your hands and knees,”

You sat up and positioned yourself before him, your arse in front of him.


“So nice for me, love. That’s a good girl.”


He slid back inside you and continued thrusting, his pace quicker than ever. He soon began to hit your g-spot and it was at this moment, you were already moaning and screaming. Your insides were clenching onto him tight as you were pushed near your climax.


“Ahh! S-Sirius! Oh my God,” you screamed, “A-Ah! I’m so close!”

“Oh, love. Yes! Do it for me, baby. Come for me. Doing so well!”

He gave your arse a loud smack before draining thick spurts of his cum inside you while you released as well. It was the best climax you’ve ever had and even though you were not his first, Sirius admitted that no one had ever made him cum that much. He panted heavily as though he ran for miles before pulling out and lying beside you.

“That was…amazing,” He smiled, pulling a blanket and covering the two of you.

“Mm, I enjoyed it.” You replied, giggling. You scooted close to him and rested your head on his chest, your fingers tracing circles on his skin. He yawned wide and kissed your forehead softly.

“I promise you we’ll study tomorrow. No more distractions.”

The two of you soon fell fast asleep, all safe and sound.



“Blimey, Padfoot, you could’ve at least had the decency to clean up. All your clothes are on my bed,” James scolded.

“And my lamp’s broken! Even the drawers are a mess!”  Peter complained.

“Trust me, boys, both of you have the least damage,” Remus sighed and wiped his face with his hand frustratedly. “At least you don’t have scratches on your walls and floors.”

“What can I say? We study hard,” Sirius replied with a grin.

In the Morning

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

pairing: jimin x reader 

words: 1689

genre: smut, just smut 

description: late night phone call with jimin

warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk 


a/n: this is literally just smut omg i’m sorry 


2:33 a.m.

The text on the screen of your phone, stared back at you and you couldn’t help the spark that spread within your chest.

[2:33 a.m] Jimin: i keep thinking about you

It wasn’t explicit, but with him, it might as well have been. You knew there was that underlying meaning, he’d always be subtle at first. He didn’t fool you, not anymore. While on the surface, it was sweet but you could see him — you imagined what he was doing. And you did not need to imagine for too long.

[2:37 a.m] Jimin: IMG_019

At the sight of the image, you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth. It didn’t seem like enough, air refusing to stay in your lungs for long. Heat rose up to your cheeks and your blanket was suddenly too much. Your fingers trembled under your phone, and the image left mouth watering.

The image was angled down, his shirt had obviously been discarded somewhere else and he laid, sprawled on his bed. His toned body welcoming you into a wander of thoughts, and the longer you stared, the harder it was to breathe. His plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth and all you wanted was to press your lips on his, or feel them on your skin. The angle allowed you to see how his boxers snuggled onto his hips and you swore you almost drooled when you saw it. The outline of his cock prominent, and his hand gripped the base of it. You instinctively pressed your thighs together.

[2:38 a.m] Jimin: cat got your tongue? ;)

You wanted him to stop, leave you alone, let you sleep.

[2:38 a.m] Jimin: god i just want to feel your mouth on my cock

[2:38 a.m] Jimin: you want that dont you? wouldnt you like that?

You rubbed your thighs together for some relief to no avail and a strangled fuck escaped your lips. You admitted, you wanted to see him squirm under you. His chest heaving, panting hard as you’d take his cock deep in your mouth —

But you had to stop, you couldn’t get ahead of yourself. You needed to stop letting your mind wander.

[2:39 a.m] You: i’m tryin to sleep jimin. go to sleep

You should have let him be, you should not have sent anything, and blinded yourself from your phone all together. A minute later, your phone was buzzing and his name flashed on screen and you debated on just letting it ring. But your body had a different resolve, and you answer with a hushed hello?

“Y/N,” he whined, like he was begging for something from you. His voice was breathless and his pants in between were audible. You bit down on your lower lip to keep your own gasp in.

“I’m trying to sleep, Jimin,” you repeated, but your voice betrayed you, shaking with each word. He groaned at the sound of your voice and your heart thumped loudly in your ears.

“I just want to hear your voice,” Jimin breathed, panted. “I’m so hard, baby girl, please.

You could hear it, the desperation that laced his voice. His moans high pitched with each pant, slipping effortlessly past his lips. He whined, cursed under his breath as he worked his cock. He swirled his hand across his tip, spreading pre-cum on his palm to slick up his length. He squeezed his hand on his tip with each stroke. His chest heaved, trying to regain his breath. His tongue lapped at his lips.

“Jimin,” You whispered, pressing your thighs tighter against each other, and the whine that came from his end broke you. Your hand trailed down between your legs.

“Fuck, I want you on my cock,” Jimin whined. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Your fingers traced along the edge of your panties. The heat stretched through your body. “Oh? I thought you’d like it if I teased you at first.”

A straggled moan escaped his swollen lips before sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth. His other hand ran through the strands of his sweaty hair. He swore, breathlessly — “Fuck.”

You could picture him, the muscles of his stomach clenching. His mouth slacked with each passing moan and his lips. God, his lips would be bruised and swollen from biting them. You hissed through your teeth and your confidence struck you. “Imagine having me between your legs, kissing your stomach while I claw at your thighs, trying my best to ignore your cock. Or would you rather I bite your thighs, mark them up?”

Your core ached, hearing the whine from the other end. You slipped your fingers under your panties, and your fingertips finding your clit, brushing lightly against it. You couldn’t stop the moan that bursted out of you, and honestly, you didn’t want to. You wanted him to hear, to hear just how much you wanted his cock deep inside you. Your core ached for him, your whole body trembled the more your fingers worked you.

Jimin hummed once he heard you, chuckling breathlessly. His hand worked up his length faster. He managed to swallow through the pleasure enough to regain some composure — and sanity.

That’s when he muttered, through his panting — “Baby girl” and the sound following it, urged you to eagerly dip your fingers past your folds. You were dripping, but you didn’t need your fingers to tell you that. You could feel your wetness seep against your thighs since the first message he sent. Your fingers slid right in, easily with no resistance and your mouth slacked with a gasp.

“I want you — you, just you. Your mouth on me. Your head between my legs, or your cock inside me,” you cursed as your palm ground against your clit. “Any way you want me, f-fuck — I just need you.”

Jimin’s hips jerked up into his hand, your words making his cock twitch in his palm. All he managed was the panting that dried at his lips. His jaw hung open and god, he wished it was your hand instead of his. There was nothing he didn’t want to do to you. But he didn’t know what he wanted first. He loved when you teased him, your mouth bobbing up and down his cock so slowly, enough to keep him on edge and your nails creating crescent moons on his thighs. But his mind wandered more, to his face between your thighs. His tongue digging deep into your arousal, making you more and more wet until it dripped down his chin. He wanted to watch you squirm, your hands clawing at the sheets until they’d find purchase in his hair. He need to see you writhe, back arched and begging for him.

“Fuck Y/N,” Jimin grunted, throwing his head back against his pillows. “I’m c-close.”

You hummed in approval at his words, his panting lulled you further and further towards your release. Your fingers vigorously pumped inside you and you could hear how wet you were, the lewd sound filled your room.Your fingers weren’t enough, no, they never were enough anymore. The more you desperately curled your fingers, the more that need for release grew but your fingers fell short. Your other hand travelled up your stomach until it reach your breast, kneading it roughly - twisting your nipple between your fingers. Your hips bucked against your palm and you panted his name out like a prayer.

“Ahh, fuck,” Jimin grunted, his hand quickening agains himself. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, coating his fingers with each pump. “Fuck, I bet you’d look great taking my cock. It’d fit perfectly inside of you. You’d be such a good girl and take all of it at once.”

You hiccuped at his words, your palm stuttering against your clit. All you could manage was an incoherent “yes” before a moan ripped out of you. He groaned “good girl” under his breath, and his voice sounded much deeper and that sparked through you. His whines came through more and more before his breath stopped completely, and you knew. He moaned out your name, his hips jerking into his hand - milking out his high and cum covering his stomach.

“J-Jimin, please,” you pleaded. “Please.”

He panted, heavily. trying to catch his breath before he repeated, “Please? Please what, baby girl, tell me. You haven’t said what you want.”

You, Jimin, I want —“

“No, no no,” he cut you off. “Tell me.” You whined, pressing your lips together. “Be a good girl for me and use your words.”

“Jimin, please, I want to cum,” you begged, sounding desperate and you were, you needed this. Your fingers curled into the sheets, thighs trembled around your hand and hips continuing their desperate jerk against your hand. Your fingers curled in you, the knot in your stomach intensified. Jimin’s name spilled from your lips in small pleas.

Good girl,” he groaned out, still breathless. “Keep going, don’t stop until you make a mess for me, okay? Just think it’s me, I know it’s not but pretend, think of my cock stretching you out. Fuck, I would be fucking you so hard into the mattress, just like you’d like. God, Y/N, cum right now. Do it, do it, do it.”

Perhaps it was his words or his voice, hoarse and worn out, that had your orgasm hitting you hard. Your thighs squeezed around your hand, back arched up from the sweat drenched sheets beneath you. His name was pulled out of you in a high moan, in a beg. White flashed behind your eyelids, the knot in your stomach snapped.

Your chest heaved heavily, and you were left absolutely soaked, hand dripping as you pulled out your fingers and mewled softly at the sensitivity. Your eyelids fluttering closed with blissful pleasure.

“Hey,” Jimin said, sheepishly. “You with me?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“You did well, baby girl,” he chuckled. “Go to sleep, okay? Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

“You too, Jimin.”

Call Ended 3:02 a.m.