➵ summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.
➵ warnings: lots of swearing, and some bondage and dom/sub!tones (uhh but not really? you’ll get it when you read it hhhh)
➵ genre: fluff, angst, humor, smut
➵ words: 5.8K
➵ a/n:since it’s my 18th bday, i decided to upload this because it has my very first smut scene hhhh ok but it’s not really a smut scene (you’ll understand when you read) and i wanted to celebrate by posting this today!! hope you enjoy~
➵ part 1 // part 2 (you’re here!) // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)
Yoongi supposed, for all intents and purposes, that tonight could not have gone any better in his opinion.
He never took you for the type who would be into bondage and orgasm denial, but who was he to deny a lovely lady’s request? Even more so, a beautiful lady who was currently begging for his touch, or so at least that was what he assumed you were saying through the mouth gag he had placed on you.
“What was that, princess? You want me to touch you?” He smirked, his long fingers barely grazing the top of your soaked white panties. You only groaned through the gag; your hips jerked up reflexively, attempting to chase the touch of his fleeing fingers. Your eyes were teary from pent up arousal, having been denied your orgasm at least three times in the last two hours. But oh, did you love it.
Who would have thought that the fiery, sarcastic girl who summoned him two weeks ago could be such a fine submissive?
Hey There, Roomie Ship: Roommate!Taehyung | Reader Description: The sexual tension between you and your roommate is finally acted upon. Warning: Masturbation, Exhibitionsm, Voyeurism, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Sex Toy? Word Count: 2,111
Summary: In which Eddie can’t help but try and stick up for his best friend against the bullies.
Prompt 27: “Dont you dare touch him/her.”
Warning(s): Almost sexual harassment?, Bullying, Angst
A/N: Thankyou for this request Anon! If you wanna ask me for prompts ask awayHERE. If you want to ask an ordinary request askHERE. The angst is strong in this one bois bc this isN’T FUN AT ALL THIS WILL JUST MADE YOU ANGRY AND SAD
Eddie flinched as Henry Bowers slammed Richie’s smaller frame into the concrete below them, causing a loud groan to be heard. Eddie was being held captive in someone’s arms teasingly, with his arms placed behind him in an uncomfortable position so despite how much he struggled- he couldn’t do anything.
“Eds-” Richie coughed, trying to sit up- only for Henry to push his face back in the dirt.
Eddie’s eyes widened as he longed to help his friend, this time they were in trouble really bad. He squirmed more, whimpering in fear. Patrick Hockstetter held Eddie tighter, almost cutting off the blood circulation in his arms which only caused Eddie to yelp.
“You like this, don’t you Eds?” Patrick smirked, putting emphasis on Richie’s nickname for Eddie.
Eddie cringed at the revolting tone of voice that Patrick used as he whispered into his ear, Eddie thrashed his small body around to try and get away from his regular bullies and try to somehow help Richie. Patrick pressed his taller self against Eddie’s back and held him tighter.
“You don’t get it, do you? You don’t get to just squirm away.” Patrick hissed into his ear, his chapped sinful lips grazing against Eddie’s skin.
Eddie clenched his teeth to bite back his words so that he wouldn’t make everything so much worse, he fluttered his eyes over to Richie to see that he was being beaten up bad- with his glasses thrown elsewhere. Eddie then begins to grind his clenched teeth together in anger. Richie was cowered in a small ball, covering his face from any damage by hiding it in his knees.
But when one kick was sent to Richie’s head from one of the random guys in the Bowers’ gang, thats when Eddie snapped.
“Don’t you dare touch him!” Eddie’s voice cracked, his cry was a plead yet a threat at the same time.
Everyone seemed to have stopped, staring at Eddie in shock at his tone of voice. Even Richie peered blindly between his fingers with a soft look in his eyes.
Eddie was shaking with both anger and fear, feeling Patrick tighten his grip and tugging at his delicate skin caused Eddie to cry loud- a shrilling noise vibrating his voice box and rolling off his tongue. Patrick smirked, doing it harder and stretching the poor boys skin, causing a large burning sensation to take over.
Richie went to sit up and crawl over to Eddie, only for someone to stand on his back and keep him in place, causing Richie to groan weakly.
“Oh, you’ve fucked up now.” Henry hissed, walking over to Eddie with his threatening knife raising to Eddie’s cheek as he walked over and stood in front of the fragile boy.
Eddie tried to move his head back, but he only felt Patrick behind him. Either way, he was fucked with whatever way he was forced to go.
The cold metal from the knife was pressed to Eddie’s cheek, with Henry glaring with sinister eyes and staring down the small boy.
“You fuckin’ listen to me, don’t you dare talk to me like the way you fucking did. Or else I’ll fucking peel your skin off!” Patrick continued to tug on Eddie’s skin whilst Henry screamed in poor Eddie’s face, “Y-..You fucking got that? Tell me you fucking heard me.”
Eddie whimpered, looking away and not speaking a word as fear took over, with of course the threat and the knife against his skin getting to his emotions. He was too weak to do anything in this situation, he was young and small.
After a few seconds of silence, Henry’s eyes narrowed before a blob of saliva was spat into Eddie’s face, causing Eddie to feel horror seethe within him.
“Do you like that? Huh? You love germs, don’tcha?” Henry teased, shoving him back and raised his muddy hand and wiped the saliva all over poor Eddie’s face.
Eddie shut his mouth and eyes, screaming eternally and holding back tears at the thought of all the germs and diseases that could be held within his saliva and the mud that had been smeared on his face from his disgusting skin.
Patrick laughed, holding Eddie in place before licking over his ear, causing Eddie to make an audible gag.
Richie’s eyes were wide as he was watching the scene with horror, protectiveness reckoning within him. Richie tried to push the guy on top of him away, thrashing around helplessly. The guy went by the name Belch, Richie had so heard.
“Hey, get the fuck off me before you-”
Belch glared down at the boy, before grabbing him by his dark brown roots and slamming his head into the floor over and over again. Richie felt a buzz in his head, everything slowly blurring out as his forehead begun to pulse with immense pain. Everything was fading and all he could feel was how he was helpless to do anything with his muscles aching all over.
Eddie had his eyes open in the slightest as he saw that blood was trickling down Richie’s lips from one of his nostrils and he sobbed out in fear for his friend and himself, bracing for only the worst to come.
“Whats going on here?”
Suddenly, everything stopped. Eddie fully opened his eyes to barely see due to the saliva coating his eyelashes which only made his stomach churn. But from what he could make out, he could see a cop car which had appeared to startle all the bullies.
Henry stared at his father, his eyes narrowing for a moment.
“We were just playing.” Henry hissed out between his teeth, giving Eddie a ‘playful’ shove with a lot of force.
Patrick too, moved away without even noticing the dark red marks that coated Eddie’s pale skin. Victor backed off from the scene a bit and Belch stepped off from Richie and left his head be.
A silent conversation was shared between the father and son before they scrambled off, the reason being unknown to Richie and Eddie. The cop however didn’t even check upon the two battered boys, but instead drove away without a car in the world.
Eddie felt his knees weak as he rushed over to Richie, kneeling beside his laid body and turning him over and staring down at the swollen face of Richie Kozier. Richie had a dark black eye and a busted lip, as well as a popped nose. All three making it look as if he had been thrown down a hill.
“Richie? Oh fuck- oh shit, you look terrible, do you need medicine or something-”
“Eds, maybe we shouldn’t have called them pussies.. and said that they wouldn’t do shit to us..” Richie whispered with a lazy smile.
Eddie chuckled sadly, using his own shirt to wipe away Richie’s blood despite his lingering thoughts of diseases and sickness’ possibilities with the situation and ignoring the saliva that coated his face which still disgusted him to this moment. The mud on his face had only stuck to his pores and already started to clog them up.
“I’ve got you, shut up.” Eddie whispered, sighing to himself.
Richie raised one of his hands, with his head in Eddie’s lap, wiping away some of the saliva on Eddie’s face and his other hand soothingly rubbing at the burns that had been given to Eddie’s arms.
Summary : Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.
The following days were tenser than you ever witnessed in Yoongi’s company. You would not forget that night when you got home from Jisoo’s place. You would not forget your hybrid’s weird behavior as you had found yourself against the wall, him pressed against you, a cold smirk plastered on his lips with your heart pounding against your chest. How would you forget how enthralled you were by his piercing glance? You would not forget the sweet smell of his body wash and how he eagerly nipped at the skin of your neck.
You smashed one fork against the sink, your thoughts racing through your mind, your lips quivering slightly. Throat constricting, you cursed under your breath, remembering how much your body wanted to be tamed by your own hybrid. However, reason took over desire. Reason noticed Yoongi’s weird behavior even if you deep down always dreamed of becoming his. He had sounded so angry, so possessive this night as if he wanted to tame you right there. It felt negative although one side of you secretly rooted for it, for him to take you while being on heat.
Author’s Note: Okay so this one was reaaaallllyyyyy long, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Especially the ARMY who requested it, sorry it took long. PSA: requests are still open too!
Finally, it’s Friday night. You haven’t had a weekend night to yourself in a while. You have been working and studying non-stop, just like a typical college student. Your new friend in your Psychology class convinced you to go out with her to a club. Even though you’re 21, you have never been to a club before. You’re at her front door with your nighttime bag slouched over your shoulder. As you hesitantly knocked on her apartment door, you begin to have a dull feeling in your stomach.
“Ah, man, was this really a good idea?” you say, burying your hands in your face, your messy bun flopping around with your movements, “Goodness gracious.”
The door suddenly opens, and it startles you. You fix your posture and pull back the loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“Oh look who it is? You really showed up Y/N.” She said her mouth full of noodles. She covered her mouth, moving to the side to let you in.
You let yourself into her home and awkwardly smile back at your new friend.
“I showered before I came, all I have to do is just get dressed.” you say, waiting for her to come behind you after shutting the door.
You examine your surroundings. Your friend's’ apartment was small, and tidy, with a chocolate brown leather couch complementing the fresh brown hardwood floors. There were pictures of her and her family on the cream colored wall, with other decor hung up. You took a look at the rounded gold-colored clock by the door. It read 8:47 PM.
“So the bathroom is that door right there, and my room is down that hallway, and the kitchen is to the left.” You watched her point in the numerous directions to try and familiarize yourself more with her home.
You nodded your head and started to walk to the direction to her room. “I’m going to start getting dressed.” You say to her, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.
“Okay, I’m going to head to the bath, I’ll be out soon.” she replied with content lingering in her voice, holding her empty ramen bowl.
You walked down the hallway and saw the only door at the end of it. You twisted the knob slowly and entered. It was dark, as expected. You groped the wall for a light switch and flicked it on. Your friends’ room was just as tidy as the living room and girly. You saw boy band posters on her lavender colored wall and matching purple shaded bed sheets. You set your bag down on the hardwood floor and sit on her bed.
“Hopefully tonight will something I won’t regret.” you thought to yourself, swinging your feet back and forth.
You and your friend got out of the car and started to head across the street to the club. As you walked, you were accompanied by the chatter of other club-goers, and the sound of your clicking heels to the concrete. You were wearing a sexy black dress that complemented your curves perfectly, and your hair in bouncy beautiful curls. Your friend did your makeup boldly and sexy. You both got to the entrance, where there were a couple of bouncers checking ID. You opened your clutch to dig for yours. You found it and pulled it out. As you looked up, you caught a familiar face from the corner of your eye. It was dark, but you still could make out the beautiful features of your acquaintance’s face. He had beautiful, puffy pink lips, chubby cheeks, and jet black hair. His eyes were perfectly shaped too. He wasn’t the tallest, but judging from far away, he was taller than you with heels on. You felt as if everything was going in slow motion watching him. His foot against the concrete wall and his hand slowly rising up to his sinful lips to bring a cigarette to his mouth. He took a long tug and released it. You admired his all-black outfit with his thick black leather jacket. After checking him out, you quickly realize it is your classmate Jimin. Keeping your gaze fixed on him, you couldn’t help but think his sex appeal was magnetizing off of him. You always knew better to not get entangled in his thorns. Everyone knew that Park Jimin was a whole different universe.
“Miss, your ID?” a deep voice interrupted your thought. When you came back to your reality, you realized you were next for the ID check.
You saw Jimin’s eyes shift to you as he exhaled smoke again from his cigarette, smirking. You were dumbfounded. Quickly turning around, you hand the bouncer your ID, and he hands it back. “You’re all set.”
Your friend laughs boisterously at you, and you feel your embarrassment grow more. “Ya, I know you see Jimin at school, why don’t you ever talk to him?” she says as the thumping of the bass becomes louder.
“Because..” you trail off, clearing your throat to talk louder, “He’s a ‘bad boy’ Y/F/N” you air quote, emphasizing the bad boy aspect.
Your friend giggles and grips your shoulder roughly. “Take chances.” She began, stopping in place for a second, “He sells drugs sometimes… but I heard he’s stopping.”
“Yeah because it will jeopardize his scholarship. He’s hot and all but..” You try to make up an excuse on the spot.
“I heard he’s great in bed, like, mind-blowing good Y/N” She cocks her eyebrow up, interrupting you. She’s speaking as if she’s had it for herself.
“No, I’m okay with not knowing how that would be like. Let’s just go.” You say, grabbing her hand from your shoulder, “Let’s just get inside the club and have a good time.”
“Now that’s what I wanna hear from you Y/N.” Your friend replied following behind you.
As the night sailed on, you had a couple of guys hit on you, and try to dance with you, but you declined most of them. Your friend, on the other hand, was having a great time dancing with any guy who came to her perimeter. You saw Jimin floating around the club throughout the night, and dancing with a couple of girls, but you kept catching his gaze. You were tipsy so you might’ve thought it was the alcohol getting to you too much. Later on, your friend became too drunk. You couldn’t drive, so you called her older brother to pick her up from her phone. You didn’t know who else would be reliable in her contacts. When he arrived, you helped him get her into the car.
“Thank you for calling me…” He trailed off waiting for you to fill in the blank with your name.
“Y/N” you replied. You felt a bit brazen since he was cute, but you held it back. You felt the alcohol stain your words.
“Do you need to be brought home?” he smiled, as your friend sat in the back seat groaning.
“No, she came with me.” You heard a familiar voice sweetly sneak up behind you. It made your heart race because you knew exactly who it was. You turned around and met eye to eye with him.
“J-Jimin?” You said, trying to sound confused, but it came out a lot sexier than you intended to.
His smirk grew wider, “Yeah sweetie, let’s get going, I’ll get you home really safe and sound.” He said, his hand wrapped around your waist. You can smell a mix of tobacco and cologne on him, and this smell seems to just intoxicate you even more.
You nodded your head to your Friends brother, and he got into the driver’s seat.
“Okay, just get home safe you two. Have a good night.” he shut the door and pulled off.
“Yaaaaaaa, Jimin,” You said groaning, “Why did you do that? We never talked before and now you decide to bring me home?” you push his hands off of you.
“Aish, come on. I can bring you to my house. I know you live with your parents. They wouldn’t wanna see you drunk.” he replied petting your head, “Plus don’t make it seem like I’m a stranger! We have a class together.”
You knew what you were getting yourself into, but you pushed that thought to the side, telling yourself it won’t happen.
“Fine.. whatever.” you replied not knowing what else to say.
“Come on, let’s get going then.” Jimin said with a bit of dominance in his voice. He took off his leather jacket and put it on you. “We don’t need you getting sick.”
The car ride there was silent, but your thoughts were so loud. If wanting to be fucked was a scent, Jimin would have already been in your panties. You shift in your seat at the thought of Jimin licking your body, and fucking you rough, then fucking you slow. You think about if he’d moan, or if he’d leave shallow grunts in your ear. You feel your womanhood warming up at the thought. You inadvertently inhaled the scent of his jacket and God knows that didn’t help your cause. You groan out loud in frustration, tugging the leather over you.
“What’s with you?” he said pulling the key out of the ignition.
You were so deep in thought, you hadn’t noticed you arrived at your destination.
In truth, he knew what was up. He was watching you the whole ride to his house. Your body language gave it up before that loud groan did. He was playing scenarios in his head just like you were. Without you seeing him, he was palming his hard on slightly over his black jeans.
“Nothing, I just want to go inside.” You demanded, sounding a tad bit rude.
Jimin tilted his head, cocking his eyebrow up. He reached over the seat, grabbing your neck gently.
“Who are you talking to like that, Y/N?” He said, almost whispering, his lips so close to you, you could kiss him.
“Ah, Jimin.” you pleaded in a whining tone, looking into his eyes.
“You..” He started, his voice raspy, “God, stop fucking around.” he released his grip from your throat. You could smell the alcohol and tobacco on his breath.
Before he could pull away, you grabbed his face and locked lips with him. This quickly turned into wet, sloppy kissing. You could feel yourself getting wetter, and the desire for him to be fucking you getting harder to contain. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you two started to go at it. After a few moments of the intimate french kissing, he pulled away breathing heavily.
“Let’s continue this inside.” he said, followed by the click of your seat belt. His voice was husky, and his eyes low, like he was a wolf getting ready to pounce on his prey.
You tried to open your door, but by the time you did, Jimin was already on the other side, extending his hand out. “Hurry up Y/N, You don’t get how bad you’re gonna get it.” he demanded. You stood up from the passenger’s seat and closed the door.
To your surprise, Jimin picks you up and carries you on his back. He smacks your ass as he walks with you on him to the door. He takes out his keys and fidgets with the first few to get the right one. He unlocks the door, and quickly gets into the house, locking the door behind him. “I’m gonna fuck you so rough.” he said grunting, smacking your ass again.
You held onto him tightly, moaning from the spank he gave you. You started thinking about how you’ve only had sex once, and how you’re a little inexperienced. Nonetheless, you still wanted Jimin so badly.
You were shaken out of thought when Jimin dropped you onto his bed.
He grabbed your feet and threw off your heels, and hungrily started to kiss you. You kissed him sloppily in return, moaning against his lips. His fingers found his way to your panties, as he started to rub your heat through the thin fabric. You moaned once more, and he broke the kiss.
“Y/N, you’re a nasty one, aren’t you?” he whispered in your ear. He pulled your panties to the side and slid his warm fingers in.
“Fuck Jimin” you moaned into his ear, “More, please” you begged him, and that seemed to just set him off more.
He began to pound his fingers into you, curling them against your G Spot. You close your eyes and your hips buck up and down as your stomach twisted waiting for your orgasm to come.
“I’m gonna cum Jimin if you keep doing that.” you said out of breath.
He pulls out his fingers, and puts them slowly into his mouth, sucking all of your juices off. You watched him, biting your bottom lip.
“You can’t cum yet, I need to fuck you first, cutie.” He mischievously smirked, unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers.
His thickness was fully erect, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of how good it looked
“You taste good, you know that?” he said, taking off his shirt and throwing it behind him. You were so focused on his beautifully built body that you didn’t reply to his comment. His sexy abs, his thighs, his thick dick, and his face handsome face. You were ready for all of it.
“Be a good girl for me and take that all off.” Jimin motioned for you to get up.
You got up from the bed, taking off your dress first. You didn’t know how to make this look sexy, but you tried. Jimin took your spot on the bed, laying down. He watched you as he stroked his manhood.
You then took your bra, then panties off, and looked at Jimin for further instruction. Waiting a moment, Jimin looked at your body, pleased.
“Turn around slowly for me.” he said, with a pleased sigh.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you were being instructed by Jimin. You turn 360 degrees slowly enough where Jimin can see your whole body.
“Ah, yes. Come sit on my dick.” he smirked, taking his hand away from his thickness.
You’ve never been on top. You were a bit hesitant as you started to walk over. The rush of just being tipsy and lustful for Jimin was still equally present.
“It’s okay, come here baby girl.” he said, grabbing your hand as you got onto the bed.
You carefully put one knee on each side of him and hovered over his dick. You held onto his dick, and let it brush your entrance. You shivered in pleasure as you started to put him in you. You put the tip inside, and then all in one motion, slip all the way down on him. You and Jimin both moan in pleasure. You loved the way he felt filling you up with his dick. He grabbed onto your hips and started to fuck you fast with no hesitation. You couldn’t help but lean over onto his chest, meeting eye to eye with him. You moan after each stroke he made into you, begging for more.
“Jimin please give me more, please.” You leaned into his ear whispering.
“Fuck Y/N, You’re so wet and you feel so damn good.” he responded, his voice husky. He started going faster, and deeper, It was like you felt him in your stomach.
You combed your fingers through his sweaty hair. He was so sexy, so handsome. You continued to let him slide himself in and out of you. His face got so aggressive and with that so did his thrusts. The room was filled with his groans, your moaning, followed by skin being slapped together. He was hitting your g spot better than he was with his fingers, and that gave you the twisted feeling in your stomach again.
“Jimin, I’m close, I’m so close.” You said desperately, sloppily kissing his lips.
He growled in response and continued to keep his pace.
As he kept going, your stomach’s twisted feeling spread out through your whole body, ripping through each inch of you You moaned out Jimin’s name, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your body shook and spasmed, and as you came back down from your high, Jimin pulled himself out of you.
He started to stroke himself until thick ropes of white escaped the tip of his thickness, and onto his sweaty stomach. He groaned and spasmed until the last drop came out. You threw yourself onto him, not caring that his cum was going to get onto you.
You put your face into his neck, wrapping yourself around him. He started to stroke your hair as you both began to catch your breath.
“You’re a really good girl, Y/N.” Jimin says, finally with enough breath to speak.
A moment of silence passes and you lift up your head to meet his eyes.
Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, MATURE CONTENT, sexual situations, +18
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
Your skin sizzles, your blood boils and all your senses are awake and kicking to life. Each and every one of them are now focused on the man who is by your side. Through the fog that is your mind you discover yourself leaning on his warmth, your hands roaming freely by his powerful forearms and your skin burning because of his mere existence.
Vaguely you realize that you have entered in your heat. And not in chill way.